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Post by Anastasie Elena Vega-Krosa. on Oct 27, 2011 22:19:59 GMT -5
Her nails dug into the palms of her hands, form pressed so tightly against the wall with breathe held as if the faintest escape or movement would cause everything to come crashing down around her and in some form the reality was just that. A prisoner in her own home, Anastasie tip-toed along the halls of the mansion like house while avoiding the occupants and guests that frequently bustled in and out; they ignored her and never mentioned the daughter of Erik Krosa, their King. She knew he preferred it that way, her locked away in her room and only coming out when she needed to make an appearance to further either his political career or standing in the pack; more often lately it was to present her to Corvenus who looked upon her with the same cold eyes filled with a male wanting that disgusted her and made the want to crawl from her bones. She tried her hardest to find some reason to not be in the house when the Elders came about, Corvenus always requesting a moment to speak with her as if he could win her over to the way of thinking he and her father were known; Krosa stuck firmly by tradition and were known for doing whatever it took to further their name and never fall behind. Obviously this meant as well sacrificing ones children and caring little for their thoughts or opinion; her father thinking less of her for not being the son he always wanted and once before stating she atleast would be of some use to himself and the house. During those times she always managed to bite her tongue and keep her eyes downcast to avoid him noticing the hate and defiance in her stare, never uttering a word against him knowing well his methods for punishing.
Straining her hearing she sucked in a breathe, not daring let it out before she was certain her father or anyone else would know she was there; how low was it she was sneaking around her own house? Spreading her palm along the wall Anni slowly began to turn and head the other direction in hopes of finding Maddison the only figure here she could look up to. Anni wished she could call her, her mother, wish she knew what it was like to have a mother. She wondered if her own mother was the same as her father given they were both arranged to marry, she knew nothing of her mother given her father never uttered a word about her. She knew he didn't love her and it was just a means to an end, but she wondered if Alisa. her mother loved her father. Once and only once was she given a detail about her mother as a child, her father holding her chin in his hand and staring at her before muttering she had her mothers eyes and that was the last and only time she could form any picture of her. She had to assume bits and pieces of her mothers appearance; she knew her hair color came from her mother as well her eyes and in hopes she wanted to be like her even if she didn't know her because it must be better than being like her father. Reality was she was a younger and female version of her father and people would stop and make comparisons between the two, but shaking herself mentally she stopped in the doorway of the study. Her shoulders slumped in relief to see the woman there, needing someone that wasn't under her fathers thumb to talk to about the upcoming Masquerade event being held; some yearly ball that she detested attending, but was forced into at the end.
Tapping her nails against the wood she pulled a crooked smirk; "So...are you attending the Masquerade?" This time her brow quirked in question even thought she knew the answer most likely would be a no and in the end Anni would once again be left to the wolves in a manner of speaking; her father parading her around and forcing her to smile before handing her off to Corvenus. The formalities of this world still astounded her being she knew she would also be in the presence of the Ortega being this event was open to all if you had an invite and by some unwritten rule the King of another house always had an invite. She wasn't sure if she hated Beldon more than being forced into a dress, but atleast with Drake she would mildly fight back and he had become more docile in interacting with her now that she attended his warehouse quite often. Maddison was the only person outside Cassidy who knew of her interest in the fights although she had yet to enter into an actual fight and she could always feel the eyes of Drake and his elders on her when she entered as if in anticipation for the Krosa child to be thrown to the feral animals she separated herself from.
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Post by maddison on Oct 29, 2011 0:18:27 GMT -5
 [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] | [bg=342230]There were many things that could have been on her mind. What she was going to offer on the menu for the next event she was supposed to be cooking at, whether the cords for her latest song sounded right. But instead, she was lost in her own world, hands resting in her lap as she stared blankly at the grand piano in front of her. The black surface was unfamiliar and she'd already come to the conclusion the sound was too different to the one she usually used. Not to mention she was sure it was barely in tune. Enough so she could deal with it, but that was it.
She truthfully hated spending time in the Krosa household. Mostly due to the fact that over the worse years of her life, she'd been stuck between the place she was in now and the old Lytran house. While she could leave whenever now, there was still that degree of caution and edginess that she couldn't shake from all those years. The only reason she was there now was because the king had wanted someone there to keep an eye on his daughter while he dealt with the guests coming in and out the door like flies.
Somehow, it had ended with her hiding in the study, glaring at the old piano intently. With some care, it could be an amazing thing but in the state it was now, she didn't know if she even wanted to play it. Sighing softly, Maddison flexed her wrists, carefully pressing her fingers down precisely to draw a long smooth note from the old piano, that still came out slightly out of tune to what it should have. Scowling, she stood up, moving to the side to stare down at the strings inside.
Before she could even begin to think about tuning it properly, a voice caught her attention from the doorway. "So... Are you attending the Masquerade?" She didn't need to look back to know who was addressing her, and a small smile at once settled across the woman's lips. Straightening, she ran her fingers along the side of the piano, lifting her gaze to meet Anni's after a long moment. “I didn't believe attendance was optional.” She said slowly, giving a smirk before moving over.
“If I got to choose where to spend my evening, “ She murmured softly as she reached Anni, tugging the woman through the door before closing it behind her and moving back to the piano. “You should know it would be beating the crap out of whoever got close enough.” Giving a small wave of her hand toward one of the seats near the computer, she sat herself back down on the piano stool, arms crossing against her chest.
Halloween had never been her favourite holiday, it just left a bitter taste in her mouth whenever it was brought up.
While yes, she would settle for destroying things, ideally she just wanted to lie around back at home with Vivian, maybe even steal away Anni and Cassie for the night as well. But, while they were part of Krosa their attendance was necessary, especially seeing as to half the community, she was still supposed to personally be a high up citizen. “Got sick of hiding in your room? Not that this place is much better.” Raising a brow at the werewolf, she gave a small shrug, focusing on the woman in front of her.
“Or is there another reason I have your company this evening?” WORD COUNT: five eight nine TAGGED: anni vega-krosa NOTES: hope that's okay. <3 |  [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] |
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