Alexander
I felt a shiver run down my spine as my father said, This place is still very dangerous, in spite of appearances, so be careful.
For some reason, his words of warning echoed in my head as if he knew something was about to happen. I took a deep breath.
I will, Dad, I replied. You be careful too.
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*Max*
*Of course,* I nod, although he can't see me. He's right. As the conversations I've just heard reveal, there are still many here would would gladly kill me if they knew I was alive...
I start up the stairs, tracing the path Liz and Justin had taken only a few minutes before. I'll check in at Xadalyn's first.
*Did you enjoy yourself at the party? I hope you had a nice birthday,* I say.
*Of course,* I nod, although he can't see me. He's right. As the conversations I've just heard reveal, there are still many here would would gladly kill me if they knew I was alive...
I start up the stairs, tracing the path Liz and Justin had taken only a few minutes before. I'll check in at Xadalyn's first.
*Did you enjoy yourself at the party? I hope you had a nice birthday,* I say.
OOC: I got bored and thought I'd give Xan some memories of his own 
I know some bits seem contradictory to what Xan's been all about before- the guy who didn't know love. But the whole time, he was hiding from himself too. Just adding to the conflict here, I guess. Weird, I know.
So, revealing an sadder, unknown part of Xan's life . . .
Note: I wrote a lot, so the rest will come in the next post.
Alexander
When the connection ended, I sighed and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired anymore. Too much thought, too many complex issues crowding my brain. I stood up and walked over to the window, by which I sat and stared out into the night sky.
I was tempted to look for Kyria, maybe have a nice midnight chat. But she had disappeared and since she'd stated the Cinderella thing, she probably didn't want my company, not now.
"Kyria, Kyria . . ."
My mind drifted back to past memories. I had never really hung out with girls, and most of them didn't care for me either. I wasn't good when it came to attending to their needs and stuff. The only girl I'd ever gotten serious with before this was Erica Myers.
In junior high, we'd spent most of our time together. We'd go to the pizza joint together, hang out at the library, discuss our favourite novels . . . We'd even gone to the Christmas dance together. That was the night when we both came to realise that things had gone further, deeper. We'd kissed under the mistletoe, and we knew it was real.
Two weeks later, Erica's family moved away. We promised to move our own ways, but we remained friends. My heart broke then, but nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. As the months passed, she wrote less frequently, called less often. Every time I tried to contact her, she was out somewhere. I had thought that she'd been avoiding my calls.
But later that year, I received a phone call in the middle of the night. It was Erica's brother.
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"Evans residence," Alexander said before taking another bite of his energy bar.
"Xan, is that you?" The voice on the other side was familiar. It sounded distraught.
"Yeah, this is Xan. Tim?" Xan asked, giving his full attention now as he set the energy bar down on the table. "What's wrong?"
"Xan, it's Erica," the older boy said, his voice shaking. "She's asking for you."
"What? Tim, slow down. What's going on?"
"She's- Erica is dying."
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I had hurried out of Roswell and gone to California within the next few hours. During the journey, I realised how much I really . . . loved her. I vowed to never leave her side.
Funny, really, how that for as long as I'd been keeping the secret of me being of alien parentage from her, she had been keeping a secret of her own too.
I looked up at the sky again, the sky I had been looking at so often since I got here. The stars shone as they danced around the moons, but this time I saw Erica's vivid emerald eyes. The reality hit me hard, for I had kept this memory aside for so long. Reliving it made it more real. It made it the truth.
I know some bits seem contradictory to what Xan's been all about before- the guy who didn't know love. But the whole time, he was hiding from himself too. Just adding to the conflict here, I guess. Weird, I know.So, revealing an sadder, unknown part of Xan's life . . .
Note: I wrote a lot, so the rest will come in the next post.
Alexander
When the connection ended, I sighed and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired anymore. Too much thought, too many complex issues crowding my brain. I stood up and walked over to the window, by which I sat and stared out into the night sky.
I was tempted to look for Kyria, maybe have a nice midnight chat. But she had disappeared and since she'd stated the Cinderella thing, she probably didn't want my company, not now.
"Kyria, Kyria . . ."
My mind drifted back to past memories. I had never really hung out with girls, and most of them didn't care for me either. I wasn't good when it came to attending to their needs and stuff. The only girl I'd ever gotten serious with before this was Erica Myers.
In junior high, we'd spent most of our time together. We'd go to the pizza joint together, hang out at the library, discuss our favourite novels . . . We'd even gone to the Christmas dance together. That was the night when we both came to realise that things had gone further, deeper. We'd kissed under the mistletoe, and we knew it was real.
Two weeks later, Erica's family moved away. We promised to move our own ways, but we remained friends. My heart broke then, but nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. As the months passed, she wrote less frequently, called less often. Every time I tried to contact her, she was out somewhere. I had thought that she'd been avoiding my calls.
But later that year, I received a phone call in the middle of the night. It was Erica's brother.
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"Evans residence," Alexander said before taking another bite of his energy bar.
"Xan, is that you?" The voice on the other side was familiar. It sounded distraught.
"Yeah, this is Xan. Tim?" Xan asked, giving his full attention now as he set the energy bar down on the table. "What's wrong?"
"Xan, it's Erica," the older boy said, his voice shaking. "She's asking for you."
"What? Tim, slow down. What's going on?"
"She's- Erica is dying."
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I had hurried out of Roswell and gone to California within the next few hours. During the journey, I realised how much I really . . . loved her. I vowed to never leave her side.
Funny, really, how that for as long as I'd been keeping the secret of me being of alien parentage from her, she had been keeping a secret of her own too.
I looked up at the sky again, the sky I had been looking at so often since I got here. The stars shone as they danced around the moons, but this time I saw Erica's vivid emerald eyes. The reality hit me hard, for I had kept this memory aside for so long. Reliving it made it more real. It made it the truth.
*Max*
Breaking off the conversation with Alexander, I look around the dance floor once more. There are still several couples milling around, dancing and eating, but it's a small fraction of those who were here enjoying themselves a few hours ago. Enjoying themselves, yes, and some of them happily anticipating Xadalyn's death.
I feel the frown lengthening my face and I force my self to blank my expression. I should just call Sarah telepathically now, just as we have since she'd been about nine. But she's a teenager now and I can feel her trying so hard to find her own way, not even realizing how much she still needs her mother and me. Besides, I'd also like to see Xada once more, just to assure myself. So, I turn and head up the stairs towards the Royal Quarters. If she and Sarah aren't there, then I'll try calling telepathically.
In a few moments, I'm passing the library and then standing before the door that's familiar to me on more than one level, although the only clear memory I can call on is the moment I arrived here yesterday afternoon and found Xada trapped and nearly lost behind her shield.
Shaking the memory aside, I knock on the door. "Are you there, Xadalyn?" I ask.
Breaking off the conversation with Alexander, I look around the dance floor once more. There are still several couples milling around, dancing and eating, but it's a small fraction of those who were here enjoying themselves a few hours ago. Enjoying themselves, yes, and some of them happily anticipating Xadalyn's death.
I feel the frown lengthening my face and I force my self to blank my expression. I should just call Sarah telepathically now, just as we have since she'd been about nine. But she's a teenager now and I can feel her trying so hard to find her own way, not even realizing how much she still needs her mother and me. Besides, I'd also like to see Xada once more, just to assure myself. So, I turn and head up the stairs towards the Royal Quarters. If she and Sarah aren't there, then I'll try calling telepathically.
In a few moments, I'm passing the library and then standing before the door that's familiar to me on more than one level, although the only clear memory I can call on is the moment I arrived here yesterday afternoon and found Xada trapped and nearly lost behind her shield.
Shaking the memory aside, I knock on the door. "Are you there, Xadalyn?" I ask.
Alexander
Erica had been suffering from acute arrhythmia. The family had moved to obtain better treatment for her. But as time passed, her condition only got worse. All of this, Erica had kept secret from me. All the while, as we talked, as we laughed and joked, she had been sick.
When I saw her lying there- weak, pale . . . I was shocked. What had happened to the vibrant girl I used to know? Or I thought I knew.
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"Xan . . . you came," Erica whispered.
"Oh God, Erica," Xan murmured, taking her hand.
Erica squeezed his hand slightly. "I wanted to tell you, but . . ."
"It's all right," Xan said, gently touching her forehead. "Ssh . . . You don't have to explain."
"Xan, I love you," she sobbed. "I- I thought I would never see you again, before I die."
At her words, Xan realised how real the situation was. She knew that she was more than ill . . . she knew . . .
"I . . . Erica, I love you, too. You have no idea how much I've missed you. But no, you aren't going to die," Xan said firmly, refusing to believe it. "You're going to get better. Once you do, I'm going to take you out on a real date, an official date. Do we have a deal?"
She smiled. "Yes. Yes, we have a deal," she whispered, but beneath those words, she knew it would never happen.
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And it never did. Barely a week later, Erica died. She closed her eyes and drifted far, far away.
I returned home after the funeral. But no one knew. I had revealed to none that Erica was dead, not my friends, not my parents, not Sarah. I told them that she was all right, that she was up and about again. I pretended. I acted like it was all okay again. I became the unpopular school dork again. Everything went back to normal.
But deep down, I continued to regret having wasted so much time, all those times when I could have been with her.
And still, as I stood on Antarian soil, no one knew. I had shut it all away in a little corner of my heart the day Erica passed away. Now that I had the time to think about Kyria, that part of my heart opened up again and began to ache once more.
But Erica was dead. Kyria, with her it was different. I hadn't even realised that I was in love with Erica until I lost her. But with Kyria, the feelings came so fast. At first, I was so caught up in the emotion, those strong and sudden feelings, for her. I'm the guy who doesn't know a thing about girls, about love, who has never really had the feeling.
And then I realise that I'm the guy who knew a girl, knew what it was like to love her, and then lost her.
Was Kyria the right thing for me? I made a mistake of dismissing it the last time- I couldn't do that again. If I loved Kyria, then I had to bring my feelings out in the open. I wasn't going to let the same thing happen again. I wasn't there for Erica when she needed me most. I would get it right this time around.
If there was a this time.
Erica had been suffering from acute arrhythmia. The family had moved to obtain better treatment for her. But as time passed, her condition only got worse. All of this, Erica had kept secret from me. All the while, as we talked, as we laughed and joked, she had been sick.
When I saw her lying there- weak, pale . . . I was shocked. What had happened to the vibrant girl I used to know? Or I thought I knew.
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"Xan . . . you came," Erica whispered.
"Oh God, Erica," Xan murmured, taking her hand.
Erica squeezed his hand slightly. "I wanted to tell you, but . . ."
"It's all right," Xan said, gently touching her forehead. "Ssh . . . You don't have to explain."
"Xan, I love you," she sobbed. "I- I thought I would never see you again, before I die."
At her words, Xan realised how real the situation was. She knew that she was more than ill . . . she knew . . .
"I . . . Erica, I love you, too. You have no idea how much I've missed you. But no, you aren't going to die," Xan said firmly, refusing to believe it. "You're going to get better. Once you do, I'm going to take you out on a real date, an official date. Do we have a deal?"
She smiled. "Yes. Yes, we have a deal," she whispered, but beneath those words, she knew it would never happen.
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And it never did. Barely a week later, Erica died. She closed her eyes and drifted far, far away.
I returned home after the funeral. But no one knew. I had revealed to none that Erica was dead, not my friends, not my parents, not Sarah. I told them that she was all right, that she was up and about again. I pretended. I acted like it was all okay again. I became the unpopular school dork again. Everything went back to normal.
But deep down, I continued to regret having wasted so much time, all those times when I could have been with her.
And still, as I stood on Antarian soil, no one knew. I had shut it all away in a little corner of my heart the day Erica passed away. Now that I had the time to think about Kyria, that part of my heart opened up again and began to ache once more.
But Erica was dead. Kyria, with her it was different. I hadn't even realised that I was in love with Erica until I lost her. But with Kyria, the feelings came so fast. At first, I was so caught up in the emotion, those strong and sudden feelings, for her. I'm the guy who doesn't know a thing about girls, about love, who has never really had the feeling.
And then I realise that I'm the guy who knew a girl, knew what it was like to love her, and then lost her.
Was Kyria the right thing for me? I made a mistake of dismissing it the last time- I couldn't do that again. If I loved Kyria, then I had to bring my feelings out in the open. I wasn't going to let the same thing happen again. I wasn't there for Erica when she needed me most. I would get it right this time around.
If there was a this time.
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OOC: very cool Nicole. sorry I haven't been around guys, had a hectic last month or so but I am finally trying to get caught up. I think this works with what's been posted, but if not, or if someone wants me to change it anyway, tell me and I'll see what I can do.
~Liz~
As Max asks me to take Justin back to our room, I agree immediately, aware that it's probably getting close to his bedtime - I know, I sound like a mother hen, but then again I am a mother so maybe that makes sense. "Sure...I'll be waiting in our room when you're done..." I tell him softly, returning his kiss and sliding my wrap slightly further up my shoulders as I feel a slight cool breeze. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I could have sworn it just went cold here.
Making my way through the crowds, I find Justin without much difficulty. He looks like he's eaten something since last I was stood with him at least, but he still looks uncomfortable and seems happy to see me. "Hey...I was just going to try and find my room" He tells me and I nod, offering to go with him.
I offer him a small smile, hoping it will reassure him a little, and then ask him if he will escort me properly out of the room. I'm hoping that by treating him like an adult in this way, I'll be able to avoid him thinking that I'm babying him... I'm not really surprised when he doesn't seem to understand, but I explain quickly, and he seems to accept this. "I think I can handle that..."
I smile again as he offers me his arm, settling my hand in it much as I did with my husband earlier, and the two of us head out of the room. Once out in the corridor, I note the distinct difference in atomsphere, all the noise seemingly vanishing almost as we continue away from the party.
Justin asks me a little more about all this, and how it works, and I do my best to answer while still not giving too many details. I know that Kyle didn't want him being 'initiated' into the 'alien circle', and even if it has been neccessary to an extent, I'm doing my best to respect that wish. Kyle is a dear old friend, and he's been through a lot. He made his decision based on what he thought was right for Justin, and what would keep him safe. It hasn't always been easy, but he asked for our help in it, and I've always tried to give it. Maybe when we get home, whenever that might be, more will need to be said, but right now I think there's been enough, and, noting a clock on the wall, it's time for him to get some sleep. "We can talk about this some more in the morning perhaps justin, but it's getting late, and I really do think you should be getting some sleep..." I fake a small yawn, hoping to avoid the usual objections I would be met with from Sarah or Xan right about this time. "It has been a long day, and I'm sure you're as tired as I am..."
As I begin another yawn, I smile as I note it's catching and Justin too is now yawning. That was what I was hoping for...
In a few minutes, we're back at the door to our rooms, his on one side, mine on the other. I know that he wouldn't much appreciate me asking if he wants me to go in, nor would my own son if he's already in there I suppose. Instead, I simply wish Justin goodnight, and then after a moment's hesitation, unsure whether to do it normally, or not, I choose to do the same with Xan telepathically. *Goodnight Xan...and Happy Birthday...* I tell him as I watch Justin head into the room.
~Liz~
As Max asks me to take Justin back to our room, I agree immediately, aware that it's probably getting close to his bedtime - I know, I sound like a mother hen, but then again I am a mother so maybe that makes sense. "Sure...I'll be waiting in our room when you're done..." I tell him softly, returning his kiss and sliding my wrap slightly further up my shoulders as I feel a slight cool breeze. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I could have sworn it just went cold here.
Making my way through the crowds, I find Justin without much difficulty. He looks like he's eaten something since last I was stood with him at least, but he still looks uncomfortable and seems happy to see me. "Hey...I was just going to try and find my room" He tells me and I nod, offering to go with him.
I offer him a small smile, hoping it will reassure him a little, and then ask him if he will escort me properly out of the room. I'm hoping that by treating him like an adult in this way, I'll be able to avoid him thinking that I'm babying him... I'm not really surprised when he doesn't seem to understand, but I explain quickly, and he seems to accept this. "I think I can handle that..."
I smile again as he offers me his arm, settling my hand in it much as I did with my husband earlier, and the two of us head out of the room. Once out in the corridor, I note the distinct difference in atomsphere, all the noise seemingly vanishing almost as we continue away from the party.
Justin asks me a little more about all this, and how it works, and I do my best to answer while still not giving too many details. I know that Kyle didn't want him being 'initiated' into the 'alien circle', and even if it has been neccessary to an extent, I'm doing my best to respect that wish. Kyle is a dear old friend, and he's been through a lot. He made his decision based on what he thought was right for Justin, and what would keep him safe. It hasn't always been easy, but he asked for our help in it, and I've always tried to give it. Maybe when we get home, whenever that might be, more will need to be said, but right now I think there's been enough, and, noting a clock on the wall, it's time for him to get some sleep. "We can talk about this some more in the morning perhaps justin, but it's getting late, and I really do think you should be getting some sleep..." I fake a small yawn, hoping to avoid the usual objections I would be met with from Sarah or Xan right about this time. "It has been a long day, and I'm sure you're as tired as I am..."
As I begin another yawn, I smile as I note it's catching and Justin too is now yawning. That was what I was hoping for...
In a few minutes, we're back at the door to our rooms, his on one side, mine on the other. I know that he wouldn't much appreciate me asking if he wants me to go in, nor would my own son if he's already in there I suppose. Instead, I simply wish Justin goodnight, and then after a moment's hesitation, unsure whether to do it normally, or not, I choose to do the same with Xan telepathically. *Goodnight Xan...and Happy Birthday...* I tell him as I watch Justin head into the room.
My fics:
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
OOC -- Max is standing at the door of Xadalyn's room, knocking. Sarah could answer the door...
*Max*
I'm a bit surprised that neither Xadalyn or Sarah are answering the door. Xan did say they were together here. I didn't want to intrude telepathically when I'm right here, but maybe I will if I don't get a response. It's possible he was wrong and they're not here. Then I definately will have to find them both. Immediately.
*Hey Liz. Got the boys settled? Are you all set, too?* I ask silently, giving the girls another moment to answer. I'll feel a lot better once I know everyone's in for the night especially with all the barely veiled threats that I heard late in the party.
I must admit that a small part of my mind had dared to hope that I would have seen one particular guest at the party today. Larak hadn't mentioned her, so I thought it was unlikely and I'd tried not to wonder the the thought had still lingered at the back of my mind.
My Antarian mother.
She sent the message in the orbs. She survived the palace invasion that had killed the rest of us. Surely if she were still around she'd have been on hand for her grand-daughter's birthday, right? I can only guess that she's died since then. I really can't remember her, but I do miss her, and I miss the chance to have met her again. And still that small voice in my mind is hoping that there was some other reason she didn't come, that Larak didn't mention her, that maybe, just maybe, she is still alive...
*Justin*
I escorted Mrs. Evans to her bedroom. Once she explained it all, it seemed kinda neat, but in the end it felt weird. Not bad, just weird. Maybe if it were someone my age it would have been different.
With a mental shrug, I open the door to the room I'm sharing with Alexander. "Hey Xan," I say with a great sigh, followed by another yawn. "Boy will I be glad to get out of these clothes!"
*Max*
I'm a bit surprised that neither Xadalyn or Sarah are answering the door. Xan did say they were together here. I didn't want to intrude telepathically when I'm right here, but maybe I will if I don't get a response. It's possible he was wrong and they're not here. Then I definately will have to find them both. Immediately.
*Hey Liz. Got the boys settled? Are you all set, too?* I ask silently, giving the girls another moment to answer. I'll feel a lot better once I know everyone's in for the night especially with all the barely veiled threats that I heard late in the party.
I must admit that a small part of my mind had dared to hope that I would have seen one particular guest at the party today. Larak hadn't mentioned her, so I thought it was unlikely and I'd tried not to wonder the the thought had still lingered at the back of my mind.
My Antarian mother.
She sent the message in the orbs. She survived the palace invasion that had killed the rest of us. Surely if she were still around she'd have been on hand for her grand-daughter's birthday, right? I can only guess that she's died since then. I really can't remember her, but I do miss her, and I miss the chance to have met her again. And still that small voice in my mind is hoping that there was some other reason she didn't come, that Larak didn't mention her, that maybe, just maybe, she is still alive...
*Justin*
I escorted Mrs. Evans to her bedroom. Once she explained it all, it seemed kinda neat, but in the end it felt weird. Not bad, just weird. Maybe if it were someone my age it would have been different.
With a mental shrug, I open the door to the room I'm sharing with Alexander. "Hey Xan," I say with a great sigh, followed by another yawn. "Boy will I be glad to get out of these clothes!"
Alexander
"Hey Xan. Boy will I be glad to get out of these clothes!"
I looked up to see Justin enter the room. He looked a little hyper, but I could tell that he was already getting sleepy.
Goodnight Xan...and Happy Birthday...
For a moment, I thought my mother was in the room. Then I realised that it was a telepathic message. And I had a feeling that she had brought Justin back from the party too, based on the timing. At that moment when I heard her voice, I was reminded of how wonderful a mom Liz Evans had always been. When I was a kid, she was always there to mend the 'boo-boo's and chase the monsters away. And as I grew up, she was always there to listen.
The past events were sure to be awkward for her, because now the truth that I was not her son was out in the open, a truth that I had never been informed of. She was probably uncertain of whether or not things were still the same. But the truth was, I was her son. It didn't have to matter who gave birth to me, but who looked after me and cared for me all these years.
But what about how she felt about me? Did she still look at me as a son?
No. There shouldn't be any doubt in my mind about that. If she didn't, she wouldn't have pretended to be my birth mom for so long.
"Hey Justin," I said, sliding off the bed. "I need to talk to my mom for a bit. Keep the door closed, okay?"
I rushed out of the room, worried I might miss her. But she was there, her back turned, going back to the room.
"Mom," I called. I saw her stop in her tracks and I continued to stand where I was, looking at her. "Mom- thanks. Thanks for everything you've done for me, thanks for always being there for me . . . thanks for loving me as your son."
All right, Xan. Why so sudden? Where did that come from?
From the heart. Because it had to be said.
"Hey Xan. Boy will I be glad to get out of these clothes!"
I looked up to see Justin enter the room. He looked a little hyper, but I could tell that he was already getting sleepy.
Goodnight Xan...and Happy Birthday...
For a moment, I thought my mother was in the room. Then I realised that it was a telepathic message. And I had a feeling that she had brought Justin back from the party too, based on the timing. At that moment when I heard her voice, I was reminded of how wonderful a mom Liz Evans had always been. When I was a kid, she was always there to mend the 'boo-boo's and chase the monsters away. And as I grew up, she was always there to listen.
The past events were sure to be awkward for her, because now the truth that I was not her son was out in the open, a truth that I had never been informed of. She was probably uncertain of whether or not things were still the same. But the truth was, I was her son. It didn't have to matter who gave birth to me, but who looked after me and cared for me all these years.
But what about how she felt about me? Did she still look at me as a son?
No. There shouldn't be any doubt in my mind about that. If she didn't, she wouldn't have pretended to be my birth mom for so long.
"Hey Justin," I said, sliding off the bed. "I need to talk to my mom for a bit. Keep the door closed, okay?"
I rushed out of the room, worried I might miss her. But she was there, her back turned, going back to the room.
"Mom," I called. I saw her stop in her tracks and I continued to stand where I was, looking at her. "Mom- thanks. Thanks for everything you've done for me, thanks for always being there for me . . . thanks for loving me as your son."
All right, Xan. Why so sudden? Where did that come from?
From the heart. Because it had to be said.
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ooc:Sorry sorry sorry I hope this is okay.
~Xadalyn~
"Well thats good but what about dad? You two barly talk and I can only image how hard it is to talk to the father you never knew....."Sarah says.
"Well, we really haven't had much of a chance to talk." I say and then my made comes up and whispers something in my ear. "Adayla Arrios's transport landed a few minutes ago ."
I let out a deep sigh. Just great. I didn't think it was possible to hate someone as much as I dispise that woman. And out of all the times to make an appearence, this was not the time and I really didn't feel like argueing with her at the moment.
But of course she doesn't give me the option when her and her entourage practiacally burst through the door.
"Adayla, what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" I ask as civilly as I can but I know the anger is seeping through my voice. I really didn't want to get into to this fight with Sarah standing right here, but as usual she doesn't give me a choice.
"Don't insult me with your pleasantries Xadalyn, you know why I am here. I want you to step down from my son's throne." she says her green eyes glowing with rage.
"We have had this arguement before Adayla, and as always my awnser is no. If I were to step down the kingdom would be in chaos. Is that what you want? Antar to be torn in half again?"
"I would rather have that than some imposter claiming to be the next in line. My son is alive. I do not care what Ava said, he is alive I can feel it and he will return and take his throne and you my dear will be executed for treason."
That's it, I'm going to blast her into next week but I feel firm hands grab my shoulders to keep me from doing so and one of Adayla's guards has grabbed her to keep her from doing something she would executed for also. This is the usual between my grandmother and I. Last time three guards were injured because one of our arguments got out of hand.
ooc: okay so I figured Adayla's entourage might have pushed Max out of the way in order to barge in Xadalyn's room and Adayla did not see him. Also here is a pick of Adayla except she has blonde hair like Isabel also the message from the orb in destiny showed a woman much older. Adayla said "I take this form so it will be familar to you."...and so for this RP that means she made herself look older since they aging process (antarians hair gets white but there bodies don't age) is different on Antar she only looks in her late 20's.
~Xadalyn~
"Well thats good but what about dad? You two barly talk and I can only image how hard it is to talk to the father you never knew....."Sarah says.
"Well, we really haven't had much of a chance to talk." I say and then my made comes up and whispers something in my ear. "Adayla Arrios's transport landed a few minutes ago ."
I let out a deep sigh. Just great. I didn't think it was possible to hate someone as much as I dispise that woman. And out of all the times to make an appearence, this was not the time and I really didn't feel like argueing with her at the moment.
But of course she doesn't give me the option when her and her entourage practiacally burst through the door.
"Adayla, what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" I ask as civilly as I can but I know the anger is seeping through my voice. I really didn't want to get into to this fight with Sarah standing right here, but as usual she doesn't give me a choice.
"Don't insult me with your pleasantries Xadalyn, you know why I am here. I want you to step down from my son's throne." she says her green eyes glowing with rage.
"We have had this arguement before Adayla, and as always my awnser is no. If I were to step down the kingdom would be in chaos. Is that what you want? Antar to be torn in half again?"
"I would rather have that than some imposter claiming to be the next in line. My son is alive. I do not care what Ava said, he is alive I can feel it and he will return and take his throne and you my dear will be executed for treason."
That's it, I'm going to blast her into next week but I feel firm hands grab my shoulders to keep me from doing so and one of Adayla's guards has grabbed her to keep her from doing something she would executed for also. This is the usual between my grandmother and I. Last time three guards were injured because one of our arguments got out of hand.
ooc: okay so I figured Adayla's entourage might have pushed Max out of the way in order to barge in Xadalyn's room and Adayla did not see him. Also here is a pick of Adayla except she has blonde hair like Isabel also the message from the orb in destiny showed a woman much older. Adayla said "I take this form so it will be familar to you."...and so for this RP that means she made herself look older since they aging process (antarians hair gets white but there bodies don't age) is different on Antar she only looks in her late 20's.
*Max*
I'm still standing outside Xadalyn's door, waiting for one of the girls to open it or answer, and waiting for Liz to reply to my telepathic message, when suddenly I'm pushed aside by a woman who obviously thinks she's important. She has an entire entourage of at least six people and she seems to feel she has a right to enter Xadalyn's suite without even knocking!
I recover myself and burst into the room after them only to hear the most astonishing thing... "...I want you to step down from my son's throne." she says.
I barely hear Xadalyn refusing this, referring to a threat of civil war. I'm stunned, realizing exactly who this is. It's the woman I'd just been thinking of. It's my alien mother. Why wasn't she at the party earlier and why does she seem to be so antagonistic towards Xadalyn? Actually, the second question rather answers the first, I realize. These two have obviously exchanged words before. It's hardly the grandmother/granddaughter relationship I was expecting.
"Your son's throne?" I echo softly, stepping closer. I need to get a better look at her. She looks young, and beautiful ... and very angry.
"I would rather have that than some imposter claiming to be the next in line. My son is alive. I do not care what Ava said, he is alive I can feel it and he will return and take his throne and you my dear will be executed for treason," she says. The Xadalyn's guards and my mother's entourage suddenly step forward, grabbing the two women and holding them apart from one another. Concidering the powers that Xadalyn, and I'm sure my mother, both have, I'm not sure how much that will help.
"I doubt very much that will happen," I say, refering to the threat of Xadalyn's execution. I keep my voice level and calm, hoping the emotion will rub off on the two of them. "What kind of father could order his own daughter's death? What do you think she's done that's so wrong?"
If it's only what she's said, that Xadalyn has posed as a Queen all this time, that's a minor thing. I don't think she even knew I was alive until recently, and even if she had, she's taken on more than she should have to.
"As far as I can see, Xada's done what she could to hold these worlds together," I comment.
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I'm still standing outside Xadalyn's door, waiting for one of the girls to open it or answer, and waiting for Liz to reply to my telepathic message, when suddenly I'm pushed aside by a woman who obviously thinks she's important. She has an entire entourage of at least six people and she seems to feel she has a right to enter Xadalyn's suite without even knocking!
I recover myself and burst into the room after them only to hear the most astonishing thing... "...I want you to step down from my son's throne." she says.
I barely hear Xadalyn refusing this, referring to a threat of civil war. I'm stunned, realizing exactly who this is. It's the woman I'd just been thinking of. It's my alien mother. Why wasn't she at the party earlier and why does she seem to be so antagonistic towards Xadalyn? Actually, the second question rather answers the first, I realize. These two have obviously exchanged words before. It's hardly the grandmother/granddaughter relationship I was expecting.
"Your son's throne?" I echo softly, stepping closer. I need to get a better look at her. She looks young, and beautiful ... and very angry.
"I would rather have that than some imposter claiming to be the next in line. My son is alive. I do not care what Ava said, he is alive I can feel it and he will return and take his throne and you my dear will be executed for treason," she says. The Xadalyn's guards and my mother's entourage suddenly step forward, grabbing the two women and holding them apart from one another. Concidering the powers that Xadalyn, and I'm sure my mother, both have, I'm not sure how much that will help.
"I doubt very much that will happen," I say, refering to the threat of Xadalyn's execution. I keep my voice level and calm, hoping the emotion will rub off on the two of them. "What kind of father could order his own daughter's death? What do you think she's done that's so wrong?"
If it's only what she's said, that Xadalyn has posed as a Queen all this time, that's a minor thing. I don't think she even knew I was alive until recently, and even if she had, she's taken on more than she should have to.
"As far as I can see, Xada's done what she could to hold these worlds together," I comment.
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