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Their home was quiet today. Isi was off visiting a friend and their father was at the barracks. It felt odd to be surrounded by such quiet. Ariadne was used to the hustle and bustle of the palace, where there was always some level of noise. If it wasn’t heard amongst the Senate members, then it could be found amongst the staff. Ari had her nose in both worlds and knew how to navigate the maze of both. After eight years by Persephone’s side, it made sense. She had to learn quickly or else she would have been eaten alive.
It had been difficult at first, being away from her home and family. She had missed them every day and couldn’t wait for her next trip back. Then, slowly, she became used to her life. She had a companion in the princess and slowly made other friends as well. As she started to understand palace life it became a little less scary. Even though Ari enjoyed all of her visits back to Arcana, she began to think of it less and less like home over the years. Home was her family, who she adored and loved more than anything. This family was related by blood, but also by bond. She would count Persephone among her family, as many other people in the palace.
The past few months had rocked her entire world. Everything she had known for the past eight years had changed and then Persephone disappeared. Ari knew in her heart of hearts that the princess, the queen, her friend wasn’t dead, but she wondered what kept her away. She wondered when she would return and if she knew where to find help. For Ari was ready at a moment’s notice to help her queen. She was keeping her ear to the ground, ready to update Persephone when she arrived. She was ready to do whatever it took.
Ariadne moved through the house listlessly. It had already been cleaned from top to bottom, but she had no desire to leave the home and do something else. These days it felt almost as though she didn’t have a purpose. The role she had been filling for the past years was now lost and Ari wasn’t sure what to do. Isi had a strong place in their home – one that Ariadne had lost, or given up. She wasn’t really sure which or if it even mattered. She set herself to cleaning the kitchen again, scrubbing over spots that had already been scrubbed that morning. As she worked, her mind may way for the emotions that had been troubling her all morning. She hardly even noticed as the tears dripped down her face. Tears of fear, worry, and sadness for all the things happening in her life, Persephone’s, and the people of Athenia. It was a steady cry, but not a sob, cathartic in the way that Ari had always processed her feelings. She was so caught up in the cleaning and feeling that she failed to hear someone entering through their front door.
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Their home was quiet today. Isi was off visiting a friend and their father was at the barracks. It felt odd to be surrounded by such quiet. Ariadne was used to the hustle and bustle of the palace, where there was always some level of noise. If it wasn’t heard amongst the Senate members, then it could be found amongst the staff. Ari had her nose in both worlds and knew how to navigate the maze of both. After eight years by Persephone’s side, it made sense. She had to learn quickly or else she would have been eaten alive.
It had been difficult at first, being away from her home and family. She had missed them every day and couldn’t wait for her next trip back. Then, slowly, she became used to her life. She had a companion in the princess and slowly made other friends as well. As she started to understand palace life it became a little less scary. Even though Ari enjoyed all of her visits back to Arcana, she began to think of it less and less like home over the years. Home was her family, who she adored and loved more than anything. This family was related by blood, but also by bond. She would count Persephone among her family, as many other people in the palace.
The past few months had rocked her entire world. Everything she had known for the past eight years had changed and then Persephone disappeared. Ari knew in her heart of hearts that the princess, the queen, her friend wasn’t dead, but she wondered what kept her away. She wondered when she would return and if she knew where to find help. For Ari was ready at a moment’s notice to help her queen. She was keeping her ear to the ground, ready to update Persephone when she arrived. She was ready to do whatever it took.
Ariadne moved through the house listlessly. It had already been cleaned from top to bottom, but she had no desire to leave the home and do something else. These days it felt almost as though she didn’t have a purpose. The role she had been filling for the past years was now lost and Ari wasn’t sure what to do. Isi had a strong place in their home – one that Ariadne had lost, or given up. She wasn’t really sure which or if it even mattered. She set herself to cleaning the kitchen again, scrubbing over spots that had already been scrubbed that morning. As she worked, her mind may way for the emotions that had been troubling her all morning. She hardly even noticed as the tears dripped down her face. Tears of fear, worry, and sadness for all the things happening in her life, Persephone’s, and the people of Athenia. It was a steady cry, but not a sob, cathartic in the way that Ari had always processed her feelings. She was so caught up in the cleaning and feeling that she failed to hear someone entering through their front door.
Their home was quiet today. Isi was off visiting a friend and their father was at the barracks. It felt odd to be surrounded by such quiet. Ariadne was used to the hustle and bustle of the palace, where there was always some level of noise. If it wasn’t heard amongst the Senate members, then it could be found amongst the staff. Ari had her nose in both worlds and knew how to navigate the maze of both. After eight years by Persephone’s side, it made sense. She had to learn quickly or else she would have been eaten alive.
It had been difficult at first, being away from her home and family. She had missed them every day and couldn’t wait for her next trip back. Then, slowly, she became used to her life. She had a companion in the princess and slowly made other friends as well. As she started to understand palace life it became a little less scary. Even though Ari enjoyed all of her visits back to Arcana, she began to think of it less and less like home over the years. Home was her family, who she adored and loved more than anything. This family was related by blood, but also by bond. She would count Persephone among her family, as many other people in the palace.
The past few months had rocked her entire world. Everything she had known for the past eight years had changed and then Persephone disappeared. Ari knew in her heart of hearts that the princess, the queen, her friend wasn’t dead, but she wondered what kept her away. She wondered when she would return and if she knew where to find help. For Ari was ready at a moment’s notice to help her queen. She was keeping her ear to the ground, ready to update Persephone when she arrived. She was ready to do whatever it took.
Ariadne moved through the house listlessly. It had already been cleaned from top to bottom, but she had no desire to leave the home and do something else. These days it felt almost as though she didn’t have a purpose. The role she had been filling for the past years was now lost and Ari wasn’t sure what to do. Isi had a strong place in their home – one that Ariadne had lost, or given up. She wasn’t really sure which or if it even mattered. She set herself to cleaning the kitchen again, scrubbing over spots that had already been scrubbed that morning. As she worked, her mind may way for the emotions that had been troubling her all morning. She hardly even noticed as the tears dripped down her face. Tears of fear, worry, and sadness for all the things happening in her life, Persephone’s, and the people of Athenia. It was a steady cry, but not a sob, cathartic in the way that Ari had always processed her feelings. She was so caught up in the cleaning and feeling that she failed to hear someone entering through their front door.
Demi often came to Hector's household whenever she had the time, and visited far more then she stayed at her own hole-in-the-wall. After many years, the pleasure worker still refused to move in, if only for her own principle's sake, but that didn't mean she didn't come over to ensure at least Hector had help in ensuring everything was sorted out. But of late, she's had far more reason to visit - Ariadne was back and out of sorts ever since the events of Athenia had occured, and seeing the quieter of the two twins in a more subdued state had Demi worried.
Rather then voicing her worries to her lover however (for Hector had his own set of issues with the civil unrest), the brunette had merely taken it upon herself to check in more often, especially when she knew Isi would be off somewhere else. Ismene had always been the twin who caused her more trouble, good-naturedly or not Demi had yet to find out, but she's always had a good relationship with Ariadne. Softer and more demure, Demi also found herself instinctively wanting to take the quieter girl under her wing, not wanting her outwardly timid looks to be a reason other's took advantage of her.
So when she had managed to disentangle herself from a client who had insisted she stayed the night, Demi had quickly returned to her own quarters to freshen up and put on a fresh chiton of pale apricot in color, before grabbing a basket of fresh fruits and heading to the home that was as much her own as it was her lovers. With her brunette locks tied up in a ponytail to prevent rashes due to the afternoon heat, Demi gingerly pushed the door open as she entered, frowning at how quiet it was. Was Ismene not around? The elder of the two could always be heard, yet the disturbing silence sat unnaturally against Demi.
Closing the door behind her, Demi cleared her throat, and then gingerly moved her way towards the kitchen, intending to place the basket of fruits down when her eyes quickly caught the sight of a figure bent over a kitchen, a figure she quickly identified to be Ariadne. Twins they may be, the two girls were not alike in features at all, a good thing for Hector, Demi often mused, for he had enough going on she doubted he would've been able to tell his girls apart from pure lack of sleep.
"Ari?" she asked softly, only for her hazel eyes to widen she she saw tears. Demi quickly dropped the basket, and darted over to drape an arm across the young blonde's shoulders, taking the brush she was using away from her as she asked in a worried tone, "What's the matter sweetheart? Are you hurt?"
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Demi often came to Hector's household whenever she had the time, and visited far more then she stayed at her own hole-in-the-wall. After many years, the pleasure worker still refused to move in, if only for her own principle's sake, but that didn't mean she didn't come over to ensure at least Hector had help in ensuring everything was sorted out. But of late, she's had far more reason to visit - Ariadne was back and out of sorts ever since the events of Athenia had occured, and seeing the quieter of the two twins in a more subdued state had Demi worried.
Rather then voicing her worries to her lover however (for Hector had his own set of issues with the civil unrest), the brunette had merely taken it upon herself to check in more often, especially when she knew Isi would be off somewhere else. Ismene had always been the twin who caused her more trouble, good-naturedly or not Demi had yet to find out, but she's always had a good relationship with Ariadne. Softer and more demure, Demi also found herself instinctively wanting to take the quieter girl under her wing, not wanting her outwardly timid looks to be a reason other's took advantage of her.
So when she had managed to disentangle herself from a client who had insisted she stayed the night, Demi had quickly returned to her own quarters to freshen up and put on a fresh chiton of pale apricot in color, before grabbing a basket of fresh fruits and heading to the home that was as much her own as it was her lovers. With her brunette locks tied up in a ponytail to prevent rashes due to the afternoon heat, Demi gingerly pushed the door open as she entered, frowning at how quiet it was. Was Ismene not around? The elder of the two could always be heard, yet the disturbing silence sat unnaturally against Demi.
Closing the door behind her, Demi cleared her throat, and then gingerly moved her way towards the kitchen, intending to place the basket of fruits down when her eyes quickly caught the sight of a figure bent over a kitchen, a figure she quickly identified to be Ariadne. Twins they may be, the two girls were not alike in features at all, a good thing for Hector, Demi often mused, for he had enough going on she doubted he would've been able to tell his girls apart from pure lack of sleep.
"Ari?" she asked softly, only for her hazel eyes to widen she she saw tears. Demi quickly dropped the basket, and darted over to drape an arm across the young blonde's shoulders, taking the brush she was using away from her as she asked in a worried tone, "What's the matter sweetheart? Are you hurt?"
Demi often came to Hector's household whenever she had the time, and visited far more then she stayed at her own hole-in-the-wall. After many years, the pleasure worker still refused to move in, if only for her own principle's sake, but that didn't mean she didn't come over to ensure at least Hector had help in ensuring everything was sorted out. But of late, she's had far more reason to visit - Ariadne was back and out of sorts ever since the events of Athenia had occured, and seeing the quieter of the two twins in a more subdued state had Demi worried.
Rather then voicing her worries to her lover however (for Hector had his own set of issues with the civil unrest), the brunette had merely taken it upon herself to check in more often, especially when she knew Isi would be off somewhere else. Ismene had always been the twin who caused her more trouble, good-naturedly or not Demi had yet to find out, but she's always had a good relationship with Ariadne. Softer and more demure, Demi also found herself instinctively wanting to take the quieter girl under her wing, not wanting her outwardly timid looks to be a reason other's took advantage of her.
So when she had managed to disentangle herself from a client who had insisted she stayed the night, Demi had quickly returned to her own quarters to freshen up and put on a fresh chiton of pale apricot in color, before grabbing a basket of fresh fruits and heading to the home that was as much her own as it was her lovers. With her brunette locks tied up in a ponytail to prevent rashes due to the afternoon heat, Demi gingerly pushed the door open as she entered, frowning at how quiet it was. Was Ismene not around? The elder of the two could always be heard, yet the disturbing silence sat unnaturally against Demi.
Closing the door behind her, Demi cleared her throat, and then gingerly moved her way towards the kitchen, intending to place the basket of fruits down when her eyes quickly caught the sight of a figure bent over a kitchen, a figure she quickly identified to be Ariadne. Twins they may be, the two girls were not alike in features at all, a good thing for Hector, Demi often mused, for he had enough going on she doubted he would've been able to tell his girls apart from pure lack of sleep.
"Ari?" she asked softly, only for her hazel eyes to widen she she saw tears. Demi quickly dropped the basket, and darted over to drape an arm across the young blonde's shoulders, taking the brush she was using away from her as she asked in a worried tone, "What's the matter sweetheart? Are you hurt?"
Ari had been slow to hear anyone enter their home. She figured if anyone was to come home, she would hear them immediately. Isi always made a racket coming inside and her father was hardly any different though she supposed he would have liked to think so. Even Gregor made a fuss when coming indoors. Sometimes in those moments, when thinking about her family, Ari wondered if she ever truly fit in. She never made her presence known when entering a new room, instead slipping quietly between doorways, hoping to be unobtrusive as possible. It was a skill she had grown very good at over the years.
Yet, it was not something she was accustomed to hearing (or not hearing) in her childhood home. So, she was rather surprised when there was a voice at her shoulder suddenly, expressing concern. Ari did not have the few moments she thought she would to wipe her tears away and pretend all was well. She could not put on her brave face—the one that had been a mask since she had returned home. No, she was left with the full brunt of her emotions showing and unfortunately, Demi’s hand on her shoulder only made it worse. The gentle touch was almost too much for her to handle and she only cried some more.
The girl heard Demi’s question through her fog, feeling the brush removed from her hand. At the moment, she couldn’t answer, though she knew that would worry the woman even more. Instead, she simply shook her head to indicate she wasn’t hurt. At least not physically. It wasn’t anything like that. Her heart, on the other hand, that was hurting more than it had ever been.
Ari let herself lean into Demi’s touch, relishing the comfort of being held just this once. She had cried into the arms of her sister and father many times over the years, but never Demi. Unsurprisingly, the woman was a natural at giving comfort. Ari felt as safe as she did in the arms of her family.
For a few minutes, she just cried it out. She always felt better if she just let it go. The weight of their current problems felt like more than she had ever experienced before. She wasn’t sure that it wasn’t going to get any better like it had in the past. But at least she could get some of the worst of her stress out.
Finally, her crying slowed and she stopped, gently moving away from Demi and towards a towel so she could clean her face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice finding it’s way back to her slowly. “I didn’t mean for anybody to see me like this.” Though she supposed that she was glad it was Demi over her family members. Then again, Demi was just like family. However, Demi would worry less, she thought. Or at least, not to the extent that her father might. Oh, she was just going round and round in her head. Ari forced herself to take a deep breath and slow down.
“I’m sure this wasn’t what you came here for today,” she said, managing a small smile. “My father and sister aren’t home. Maybe I can help you?” Of course, she was starting with a deflection, perhaps it would work.
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Ari had been slow to hear anyone enter their home. She figured if anyone was to come home, she would hear them immediately. Isi always made a racket coming inside and her father was hardly any different though she supposed he would have liked to think so. Even Gregor made a fuss when coming indoors. Sometimes in those moments, when thinking about her family, Ari wondered if she ever truly fit in. She never made her presence known when entering a new room, instead slipping quietly between doorways, hoping to be unobtrusive as possible. It was a skill she had grown very good at over the years.
Yet, it was not something she was accustomed to hearing (or not hearing) in her childhood home. So, she was rather surprised when there was a voice at her shoulder suddenly, expressing concern. Ari did not have the few moments she thought she would to wipe her tears away and pretend all was well. She could not put on her brave face—the one that had been a mask since she had returned home. No, she was left with the full brunt of her emotions showing and unfortunately, Demi’s hand on her shoulder only made it worse. The gentle touch was almost too much for her to handle and she only cried some more.
The girl heard Demi’s question through her fog, feeling the brush removed from her hand. At the moment, she couldn’t answer, though she knew that would worry the woman even more. Instead, she simply shook her head to indicate she wasn’t hurt. At least not physically. It wasn’t anything like that. Her heart, on the other hand, that was hurting more than it had ever been.
Ari let herself lean into Demi’s touch, relishing the comfort of being held just this once. She had cried into the arms of her sister and father many times over the years, but never Demi. Unsurprisingly, the woman was a natural at giving comfort. Ari felt as safe as she did in the arms of her family.
For a few minutes, she just cried it out. She always felt better if she just let it go. The weight of their current problems felt like more than she had ever experienced before. She wasn’t sure that it wasn’t going to get any better like it had in the past. But at least she could get some of the worst of her stress out.
Finally, her crying slowed and she stopped, gently moving away from Demi and towards a towel so she could clean her face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice finding it’s way back to her slowly. “I didn’t mean for anybody to see me like this.” Though she supposed that she was glad it was Demi over her family members. Then again, Demi was just like family. However, Demi would worry less, she thought. Or at least, not to the extent that her father might. Oh, she was just going round and round in her head. Ari forced herself to take a deep breath and slow down.
“I’m sure this wasn’t what you came here for today,” she said, managing a small smile. “My father and sister aren’t home. Maybe I can help you?” Of course, she was starting with a deflection, perhaps it would work.
Ari had been slow to hear anyone enter their home. She figured if anyone was to come home, she would hear them immediately. Isi always made a racket coming inside and her father was hardly any different though she supposed he would have liked to think so. Even Gregor made a fuss when coming indoors. Sometimes in those moments, when thinking about her family, Ari wondered if she ever truly fit in. She never made her presence known when entering a new room, instead slipping quietly between doorways, hoping to be unobtrusive as possible. It was a skill she had grown very good at over the years.
Yet, it was not something she was accustomed to hearing (or not hearing) in her childhood home. So, she was rather surprised when there was a voice at her shoulder suddenly, expressing concern. Ari did not have the few moments she thought she would to wipe her tears away and pretend all was well. She could not put on her brave face—the one that had been a mask since she had returned home. No, she was left with the full brunt of her emotions showing and unfortunately, Demi’s hand on her shoulder only made it worse. The gentle touch was almost too much for her to handle and she only cried some more.
The girl heard Demi’s question through her fog, feeling the brush removed from her hand. At the moment, she couldn’t answer, though she knew that would worry the woman even more. Instead, she simply shook her head to indicate she wasn’t hurt. At least not physically. It wasn’t anything like that. Her heart, on the other hand, that was hurting more than it had ever been.
Ari let herself lean into Demi’s touch, relishing the comfort of being held just this once. She had cried into the arms of her sister and father many times over the years, but never Demi. Unsurprisingly, the woman was a natural at giving comfort. Ari felt as safe as she did in the arms of her family.
For a few minutes, she just cried it out. She always felt better if she just let it go. The weight of their current problems felt like more than she had ever experienced before. She wasn’t sure that it wasn’t going to get any better like it had in the past. But at least she could get some of the worst of her stress out.
Finally, her crying slowed and she stopped, gently moving away from Demi and towards a towel so she could clean her face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice finding it’s way back to her slowly. “I didn’t mean for anybody to see me like this.” Though she supposed that she was glad it was Demi over her family members. Then again, Demi was just like family. However, Demi would worry less, she thought. Or at least, not to the extent that her father might. Oh, she was just going round and round in her head. Ari forced herself to take a deep breath and slow down.
“I’m sure this wasn’t what you came here for today,” she said, managing a small smile. “My father and sister aren’t home. Maybe I can help you?” Of course, she was starting with a deflection, perhaps it would work.
Demi was... not made for handling tears. Well, not entirely.Most of the girl's she was friends with back when she still worked in the brothel house was made of tough stuff, as were the pleasure slaves in her old master's ownership. They all had to be, with the lot life has thrown at them, for tears solved none of their problems. The few times someone cried, it was merely to let out frustrations briefly, before they picked themselves up, dusted themselves off and went on their way. And her clients most certainly never cried.
All of it meant Demi herself was not a particularly tearful girl, but her lover's two daughter's had been raised in the gentlest of manner, which meant Demi knew they were tender of heart, Ariadne especially so. When her touch only made the tears come more, Demi had a momentary flash of panic, but melted into an embrace when the young blonde turned to her and the tears came harder. Instinctively, the dark-haired pleasure worker simply rocked Ariadne on the floor gently, hushing her as she stroked her back, allowing the tears to release themselves until she cried herself out.
"Oh, don't be sorry love." she murmured in return, allowing Ariadne the space to move away, and passing her the towel so the streaks of tears could be cleaned up. Her concerned look remained in her gaze as Ariadne gathered herself up. Smiling when the younger girl tried to brush it off, Demi was quick to shake her head, scooching back so she could lean against a cabinet before patting the space on the floor next to her, inviting Ariadne to speak next to her. "On the contrary, this was exactly what I came here for - to see if my company was needed. I found myself quite bored today." the brunette easily lied, smiling an easy smile.
"I know Hector isn't home, and I would be surprised if Isi is home at this time." she paused, and then her tone went gentler as she reached out for Ariadne's hand, curling her own fingers around it to give it a gentle, encouraging squeeze before asking. "What's the matter Ari?"
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Demi was... not made for handling tears. Well, not entirely.Most of the girl's she was friends with back when she still worked in the brothel house was made of tough stuff, as were the pleasure slaves in her old master's ownership. They all had to be, with the lot life has thrown at them, for tears solved none of their problems. The few times someone cried, it was merely to let out frustrations briefly, before they picked themselves up, dusted themselves off and went on their way. And her clients most certainly never cried.
All of it meant Demi herself was not a particularly tearful girl, but her lover's two daughter's had been raised in the gentlest of manner, which meant Demi knew they were tender of heart, Ariadne especially so. When her touch only made the tears come more, Demi had a momentary flash of panic, but melted into an embrace when the young blonde turned to her and the tears came harder. Instinctively, the dark-haired pleasure worker simply rocked Ariadne on the floor gently, hushing her as she stroked her back, allowing the tears to release themselves until she cried herself out.
"Oh, don't be sorry love." she murmured in return, allowing Ariadne the space to move away, and passing her the towel so the streaks of tears could be cleaned up. Her concerned look remained in her gaze as Ariadne gathered herself up. Smiling when the younger girl tried to brush it off, Demi was quick to shake her head, scooching back so she could lean against a cabinet before patting the space on the floor next to her, inviting Ariadne to speak next to her. "On the contrary, this was exactly what I came here for - to see if my company was needed. I found myself quite bored today." the brunette easily lied, smiling an easy smile.
"I know Hector isn't home, and I would be surprised if Isi is home at this time." she paused, and then her tone went gentler as she reached out for Ariadne's hand, curling her own fingers around it to give it a gentle, encouraging squeeze before asking. "What's the matter Ari?"
Demi was... not made for handling tears. Well, not entirely.Most of the girl's she was friends with back when she still worked in the brothel house was made of tough stuff, as were the pleasure slaves in her old master's ownership. They all had to be, with the lot life has thrown at them, for tears solved none of their problems. The few times someone cried, it was merely to let out frustrations briefly, before they picked themselves up, dusted themselves off and went on their way. And her clients most certainly never cried.
All of it meant Demi herself was not a particularly tearful girl, but her lover's two daughter's had been raised in the gentlest of manner, which meant Demi knew they were tender of heart, Ariadne especially so. When her touch only made the tears come more, Demi had a momentary flash of panic, but melted into an embrace when the young blonde turned to her and the tears came harder. Instinctively, the dark-haired pleasure worker simply rocked Ariadne on the floor gently, hushing her as she stroked her back, allowing the tears to release themselves until she cried herself out.
"Oh, don't be sorry love." she murmured in return, allowing Ariadne the space to move away, and passing her the towel so the streaks of tears could be cleaned up. Her concerned look remained in her gaze as Ariadne gathered herself up. Smiling when the younger girl tried to brush it off, Demi was quick to shake her head, scooching back so she could lean against a cabinet before patting the space on the floor next to her, inviting Ariadne to speak next to her. "On the contrary, this was exactly what I came here for - to see if my company was needed. I found myself quite bored today." the brunette easily lied, smiling an easy smile.
"I know Hector isn't home, and I would be surprised if Isi is home at this time." she paused, and then her tone went gentler as she reached out for Ariadne's hand, curling her own fingers around it to give it a gentle, encouraging squeeze before asking. "What's the matter Ari?"
Ariadne was unaccustomed to having anyone see her cry lately. She had been used to it as a child – even Demi had seen her cry then. Yet, since moving to the palace, she had gotten remarkably better at keeping everything to herself. Of course, this was the perfect scenario for her to cry because she had thought she was alone. Perhaps her room would have been the only better place. Yet, it felt so good for a few moments to have someone’s comforting arms around her. There was someone to tell her that all was going to be alright, or perhaps that just she was going to be alright.
As Ari moved away, she accepted the towel that Demi handed over, gently wiping her face. Ari could feel Demi’s questioning stare and hoped that she would be able to brush everything away. She really didn’t want to have to explain everything. But of course, that would be too much to ask for. The girl couldn’t expect to be found crying—by anyone—and escape without having to share at least some of her feelings.
She took a few moments to gather herself, trying to bring at least some calm back before she began. If she could begin. Ari felt that there had been so many emotions swirling in her for the past few weeks, that she had no idea what to do with them all. She was worried, she was afraid, she missed her friend. Her life at the palace had been more than about a job. It was her life. It was where her friends were and where she knew what to do. Now, at home, she felt lost. Could she even call this home anymore?
Demi opened the space next to her, inviting Ari to join. The girl heard the older woman explain that this was where she wanted to be, though Ari was hesitant to believe it. However, she took it as a sign of goodwill and wasn’t about to protest the woman’s statement.
“I’m sorry you saw me like this,” she apologized once again, half returning Demi’s squeeze to her hand. “I just haven’t been alone in some time and it seems that now my body decided to process everything.” Ariadne took a deep breath, utilizing some practices she had learned to keep calm.
“It’s just…everything is so overwhelming right now,” she admitted. “I’m worried about Persephone. I don’t want to think that she’s really gone, but if she is…what kind of life will we now live? I thought I was becoming better at change, Demi, but this has left me at a loss.”
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Ariadne was unaccustomed to having anyone see her cry lately. She had been used to it as a child – even Demi had seen her cry then. Yet, since moving to the palace, she had gotten remarkably better at keeping everything to herself. Of course, this was the perfect scenario for her to cry because she had thought she was alone. Perhaps her room would have been the only better place. Yet, it felt so good for a few moments to have someone’s comforting arms around her. There was someone to tell her that all was going to be alright, or perhaps that just she was going to be alright.
As Ari moved away, she accepted the towel that Demi handed over, gently wiping her face. Ari could feel Demi’s questioning stare and hoped that she would be able to brush everything away. She really didn’t want to have to explain everything. But of course, that would be too much to ask for. The girl couldn’t expect to be found crying—by anyone—and escape without having to share at least some of her feelings.
She took a few moments to gather herself, trying to bring at least some calm back before she began. If she could begin. Ari felt that there had been so many emotions swirling in her for the past few weeks, that she had no idea what to do with them all. She was worried, she was afraid, she missed her friend. Her life at the palace had been more than about a job. It was her life. It was where her friends were and where she knew what to do. Now, at home, she felt lost. Could she even call this home anymore?
Demi opened the space next to her, inviting Ari to join. The girl heard the older woman explain that this was where she wanted to be, though Ari was hesitant to believe it. However, she took it as a sign of goodwill and wasn’t about to protest the woman’s statement.
“I’m sorry you saw me like this,” she apologized once again, half returning Demi’s squeeze to her hand. “I just haven’t been alone in some time and it seems that now my body decided to process everything.” Ariadne took a deep breath, utilizing some practices she had learned to keep calm.
“It’s just…everything is so overwhelming right now,” she admitted. “I’m worried about Persephone. I don’t want to think that she’s really gone, but if she is…what kind of life will we now live? I thought I was becoming better at change, Demi, but this has left me at a loss.”
Ariadne was unaccustomed to having anyone see her cry lately. She had been used to it as a child – even Demi had seen her cry then. Yet, since moving to the palace, she had gotten remarkably better at keeping everything to herself. Of course, this was the perfect scenario for her to cry because she had thought she was alone. Perhaps her room would have been the only better place. Yet, it felt so good for a few moments to have someone’s comforting arms around her. There was someone to tell her that all was going to be alright, or perhaps that just she was going to be alright.
As Ari moved away, she accepted the towel that Demi handed over, gently wiping her face. Ari could feel Demi’s questioning stare and hoped that she would be able to brush everything away. She really didn’t want to have to explain everything. But of course, that would be too much to ask for. The girl couldn’t expect to be found crying—by anyone—and escape without having to share at least some of her feelings.
She took a few moments to gather herself, trying to bring at least some calm back before she began. If she could begin. Ari felt that there had been so many emotions swirling in her for the past few weeks, that she had no idea what to do with them all. She was worried, she was afraid, she missed her friend. Her life at the palace had been more than about a job. It was her life. It was where her friends were and where she knew what to do. Now, at home, she felt lost. Could she even call this home anymore?
Demi opened the space next to her, inviting Ari to join. The girl heard the older woman explain that this was where she wanted to be, though Ari was hesitant to believe it. However, she took it as a sign of goodwill and wasn’t about to protest the woman’s statement.
“I’m sorry you saw me like this,” she apologized once again, half returning Demi’s squeeze to her hand. “I just haven’t been alone in some time and it seems that now my body decided to process everything.” Ariadne took a deep breath, utilizing some practices she had learned to keep calm.
“It’s just…everything is so overwhelming right now,” she admitted. “I’m worried about Persephone. I don’t want to think that she’s really gone, but if she is…what kind of life will we now live? I thought I was becoming better at change, Demi, but this has left me at a loss.”
She had practically watched the two girls grow up, sometimes more and sometimes less depending on how the relationship she had with Hector at the time was. But for the most part, Demi had spent a large part of the last few years of her life within this household, and cared for the twins just as much as Hector did. As such, to see one of them in tears was quite distressing, albeit not to the extent that their father would probably react, but still worried nontheless.
Quietly watching as Ariadne cleaned herself up, Demi understood the juncture of the girl's life, to a certain extent. Girls of their age rarely wished to share, and Demi had been lucky in a way, to grow up in a house full of other women who knew their way around navigating the feelings and emotions of the softer gender. Demi had learned much from them, and had in turn taken a few of the younger charges within the brothel she worked in to guide as her own - but teacing them how to handle male clients was very different from giving advice to one who was an innocent young girl and the daughter to her lover.
But what she had learned, was that the girls were far more willing to listen if she left the decision of listening up to them. Demi threw a quick thanks up to the Gods when Ariadne responded at least, instead of dashing off when she spoke. "Oh sweetheart, you don't have to be sorry. There is a lot going on right now, anyone deserves the right to a good cry." the brunette comforted, rubbing a soothing thumb over the younger girl's hand.
She waited patiently, listening to her explanation before replying. "Change would leave anyone bereft, Ari. To be able to adapt immediately would be impossible." Demi paused, peering to make sure the young girl was no longer in tears, before continuing. "But what matters most is how we move forward. Every road has its holes, but what matters is how you get out of the hole, is it not?" The pleasure worked hid her own lack of clarity on what would happen if the Queen really was dead, but neither did she want to lie to Ariadne either, so instead, Demi chose a diplomatic way out. "What has or will happened to the young Queen is out of our control - we control what we can, and that is our reaction and our actions. Besides, you need to be ready for when she returns, do you not?"
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She had practically watched the two girls grow up, sometimes more and sometimes less depending on how the relationship she had with Hector at the time was. But for the most part, Demi had spent a large part of the last few years of her life within this household, and cared for the twins just as much as Hector did. As such, to see one of them in tears was quite distressing, albeit not to the extent that their father would probably react, but still worried nontheless.
Quietly watching as Ariadne cleaned herself up, Demi understood the juncture of the girl's life, to a certain extent. Girls of their age rarely wished to share, and Demi had been lucky in a way, to grow up in a house full of other women who knew their way around navigating the feelings and emotions of the softer gender. Demi had learned much from them, and had in turn taken a few of the younger charges within the brothel she worked in to guide as her own - but teacing them how to handle male clients was very different from giving advice to one who was an innocent young girl and the daughter to her lover.
But what she had learned, was that the girls were far more willing to listen if she left the decision of listening up to them. Demi threw a quick thanks up to the Gods when Ariadne responded at least, instead of dashing off when she spoke. "Oh sweetheart, you don't have to be sorry. There is a lot going on right now, anyone deserves the right to a good cry." the brunette comforted, rubbing a soothing thumb over the younger girl's hand.
She waited patiently, listening to her explanation before replying. "Change would leave anyone bereft, Ari. To be able to adapt immediately would be impossible." Demi paused, peering to make sure the young girl was no longer in tears, before continuing. "But what matters most is how we move forward. Every road has its holes, but what matters is how you get out of the hole, is it not?" The pleasure worked hid her own lack of clarity on what would happen if the Queen really was dead, but neither did she want to lie to Ariadne either, so instead, Demi chose a diplomatic way out. "What has or will happened to the young Queen is out of our control - we control what we can, and that is our reaction and our actions. Besides, you need to be ready for when she returns, do you not?"
She had practically watched the two girls grow up, sometimes more and sometimes less depending on how the relationship she had with Hector at the time was. But for the most part, Demi had spent a large part of the last few years of her life within this household, and cared for the twins just as much as Hector did. As such, to see one of them in tears was quite distressing, albeit not to the extent that their father would probably react, but still worried nontheless.
Quietly watching as Ariadne cleaned herself up, Demi understood the juncture of the girl's life, to a certain extent. Girls of their age rarely wished to share, and Demi had been lucky in a way, to grow up in a house full of other women who knew their way around navigating the feelings and emotions of the softer gender. Demi had learned much from them, and had in turn taken a few of the younger charges within the brothel she worked in to guide as her own - but teacing them how to handle male clients was very different from giving advice to one who was an innocent young girl and the daughter to her lover.
But what she had learned, was that the girls were far more willing to listen if she left the decision of listening up to them. Demi threw a quick thanks up to the Gods when Ariadne responded at least, instead of dashing off when she spoke. "Oh sweetheart, you don't have to be sorry. There is a lot going on right now, anyone deserves the right to a good cry." the brunette comforted, rubbing a soothing thumb over the younger girl's hand.
She waited patiently, listening to her explanation before replying. "Change would leave anyone bereft, Ari. To be able to adapt immediately would be impossible." Demi paused, peering to make sure the young girl was no longer in tears, before continuing. "But what matters most is how we move forward. Every road has its holes, but what matters is how you get out of the hole, is it not?" The pleasure worked hid her own lack of clarity on what would happen if the Queen really was dead, but neither did she want to lie to Ariadne either, so instead, Demi chose a diplomatic way out. "What has or will happened to the young Queen is out of our control - we control what we can, and that is our reaction and our actions. Besides, you need to be ready for when she returns, do you not?"
While Ari didn’t entirely disagree that she deserved a good cry, she couldn’t help but feel like all she had been doing lately was crying. She had managed doing a fairly good job of hiding it when her father or twin was around, but it seemed like all of her free time was spent crying these days. She had to be strong for whenever it became time for what was next. Crying certainly wasn’t going to help her prepare. Whether it meant moving forward in a reality that had nothing to do with Persephone or if it meant fighting by her side when she returned. Ari wished that there was a magic wand she could wave that would tell her what to do next. Unfortunately, she would have to figure it out on her own.
Well, not entirely. She had the best support system and sitting next to her was proof of it. She was fortunate to have her family on her side. The girl listened to Demi’s response, searching for the advice that she was so longing to hear from anyone. She could trust Demi – her father always had. And Ari knew him to be a man that made sound judgements.
“Yes, you’re right,” she agreed. “I know that there is nothing I can do at the present for Persephone. She has many friends though, and I hope that she is relying on them for support. I know her and there’s nothing that could be stopping her from returning.” Or at least, so Ari hoped. Nothing was clear to her about the night Persephone disappeared, but it must have seemed like the best option at the time. And with everything that was happening now, it made even more sense.
“I’m just not sure what else to do,” Ariadne admitted. “I am so used to feeling useful—being busy. There was always something to be done at the palace, but here…I’m not sure I fit in this life anymore, Demi. I feel horrible to admit it.” She cast her eyes down, ashamed to look at Demi. It felt like the worst thing to admit, but the more she thought about it, the more it was true.
“I’ve been away so long. Maybe it wasn’t right…but I can't change it now. Now that I’m back, I’m not sure how to fit in.” She wasn’t sure why she was admitting this all right now, but it felt safe with Demi. It was something that she was deathly terrified to tell her father. Or her sister. She didn’t want them to get the wrong impression. It wasn’t anything to do with them or even this life in Arcana. Ari had always loved it here. She just didn’t know her place anymore. Everything she had been learning for the past eight years directly contradicted what who she was here. Perhaps she still was the same, scared ten year old girl who had left to serve the princess so many years ago.
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While Ari didn’t entirely disagree that she deserved a good cry, she couldn’t help but feel like all she had been doing lately was crying. She had managed doing a fairly good job of hiding it when her father or twin was around, but it seemed like all of her free time was spent crying these days. She had to be strong for whenever it became time for what was next. Crying certainly wasn’t going to help her prepare. Whether it meant moving forward in a reality that had nothing to do with Persephone or if it meant fighting by her side when she returned. Ari wished that there was a magic wand she could wave that would tell her what to do next. Unfortunately, she would have to figure it out on her own.
Well, not entirely. She had the best support system and sitting next to her was proof of it. She was fortunate to have her family on her side. The girl listened to Demi’s response, searching for the advice that she was so longing to hear from anyone. She could trust Demi – her father always had. And Ari knew him to be a man that made sound judgements.
“Yes, you’re right,” she agreed. “I know that there is nothing I can do at the present for Persephone. She has many friends though, and I hope that she is relying on them for support. I know her and there’s nothing that could be stopping her from returning.” Or at least, so Ari hoped. Nothing was clear to her about the night Persephone disappeared, but it must have seemed like the best option at the time. And with everything that was happening now, it made even more sense.
“I’m just not sure what else to do,” Ariadne admitted. “I am so used to feeling useful—being busy. There was always something to be done at the palace, but here…I’m not sure I fit in this life anymore, Demi. I feel horrible to admit it.” She cast her eyes down, ashamed to look at Demi. It felt like the worst thing to admit, but the more she thought about it, the more it was true.
“I’ve been away so long. Maybe it wasn’t right…but I can't change it now. Now that I’m back, I’m not sure how to fit in.” She wasn’t sure why she was admitting this all right now, but it felt safe with Demi. It was something that she was deathly terrified to tell her father. Or her sister. She didn’t want them to get the wrong impression. It wasn’t anything to do with them or even this life in Arcana. Ari had always loved it here. She just didn’t know her place anymore. Everything she had been learning for the past eight years directly contradicted what who she was here. Perhaps she still was the same, scared ten year old girl who had left to serve the princess so many years ago.
While Ari didn’t entirely disagree that she deserved a good cry, she couldn’t help but feel like all she had been doing lately was crying. She had managed doing a fairly good job of hiding it when her father or twin was around, but it seemed like all of her free time was spent crying these days. She had to be strong for whenever it became time for what was next. Crying certainly wasn’t going to help her prepare. Whether it meant moving forward in a reality that had nothing to do with Persephone or if it meant fighting by her side when she returned. Ari wished that there was a magic wand she could wave that would tell her what to do next. Unfortunately, she would have to figure it out on her own.
Well, not entirely. She had the best support system and sitting next to her was proof of it. She was fortunate to have her family on her side. The girl listened to Demi’s response, searching for the advice that she was so longing to hear from anyone. She could trust Demi – her father always had. And Ari knew him to be a man that made sound judgements.
“Yes, you’re right,” she agreed. “I know that there is nothing I can do at the present for Persephone. She has many friends though, and I hope that she is relying on them for support. I know her and there’s nothing that could be stopping her from returning.” Or at least, so Ari hoped. Nothing was clear to her about the night Persephone disappeared, but it must have seemed like the best option at the time. And with everything that was happening now, it made even more sense.
“I’m just not sure what else to do,” Ariadne admitted. “I am so used to feeling useful—being busy. There was always something to be done at the palace, but here…I’m not sure I fit in this life anymore, Demi. I feel horrible to admit it.” She cast her eyes down, ashamed to look at Demi. It felt like the worst thing to admit, but the more she thought about it, the more it was true.
“I’ve been away so long. Maybe it wasn’t right…but I can't change it now. Now that I’m back, I’m not sure how to fit in.” She wasn’t sure why she was admitting this all right now, but it felt safe with Demi. It was something that she was deathly terrified to tell her father. Or her sister. She didn’t want them to get the wrong impression. It wasn’t anything to do with them or even this life in Arcana. Ari had always loved it here. She just didn’t know her place anymore. Everything she had been learning for the past eight years directly contradicted what who she was here. Perhaps she still was the same, scared ten year old girl who had left to serve the princess so many years ago.
While Demi has never had her own children, the pleasure worker had always entertained the idea of having one. Oh, she's had plenty of chances, considering her line of work, but Demi always made careful certainty of drinking the tea she procures regularly from a physician wherever she went. While she wanted children, she also could not afford them, not when her job required her to be able to attract men, and they generally did not want to hire a pregnant pleasure worker. So for that, and because she would rather a child be conceived out of love, Demi had never sought to go down that path.
But Ariadne and Ismene were the closest she ever could get to children, and after watching them grow up, she held a very tender spot for them. She couldn't bear to watch Ari in such distress, and knowing she was the more sensitive of the twins merely made it worst.
"Hey, hush sweetheart." she murmured soothingly when the young child seemed to working herself up into another round of crying. It gladdened Demi that Ariadne knew at least, the princess would be in good hands. She did not know of Persephone personally, but Demi has heard from many of her reputation, and while she was on the fence on what had transpired, and merely would agree with what Hector saw fit, she also knew the young princess turned Queen was a strong individual at least. But now she had to focus on the girl she had in front of her.
"You've only been back a short while. You merely need to find your ground again." she encouraged, picking up one of her hands and squeezing it tight. "What did you used to do when you still resided here? I'm pretty sure your Dad has plenty he'll need you to do to keep busy. He's not exactly the neatest housekeeper." Demi teased with a small laugh, hoping that would be enough to tease a smile out of the girl. Hector tried his best of course, but between caring for the household, cooking for herself and Ismene, trying to make sure Ismene stayed out of trouble on top of all his duties as Captain, the house was more often then not in disarray, in more parts then one.
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While Demi has never had her own children, the pleasure worker had always entertained the idea of having one. Oh, she's had plenty of chances, considering her line of work, but Demi always made careful certainty of drinking the tea she procures regularly from a physician wherever she went. While she wanted children, she also could not afford them, not when her job required her to be able to attract men, and they generally did not want to hire a pregnant pleasure worker. So for that, and because she would rather a child be conceived out of love, Demi had never sought to go down that path.
But Ariadne and Ismene were the closest she ever could get to children, and after watching them grow up, she held a very tender spot for them. She couldn't bear to watch Ari in such distress, and knowing she was the more sensitive of the twins merely made it worst.
"Hey, hush sweetheart." she murmured soothingly when the young child seemed to working herself up into another round of crying. It gladdened Demi that Ariadne knew at least, the princess would be in good hands. She did not know of Persephone personally, but Demi has heard from many of her reputation, and while she was on the fence on what had transpired, and merely would agree with what Hector saw fit, she also knew the young princess turned Queen was a strong individual at least. But now she had to focus on the girl she had in front of her.
"You've only been back a short while. You merely need to find your ground again." she encouraged, picking up one of her hands and squeezing it tight. "What did you used to do when you still resided here? I'm pretty sure your Dad has plenty he'll need you to do to keep busy. He's not exactly the neatest housekeeper." Demi teased with a small laugh, hoping that would be enough to tease a smile out of the girl. Hector tried his best of course, but between caring for the household, cooking for herself and Ismene, trying to make sure Ismene stayed out of trouble on top of all his duties as Captain, the house was more often then not in disarray, in more parts then one.
While Demi has never had her own children, the pleasure worker had always entertained the idea of having one. Oh, she's had plenty of chances, considering her line of work, but Demi always made careful certainty of drinking the tea she procures regularly from a physician wherever she went. While she wanted children, she also could not afford them, not when her job required her to be able to attract men, and they generally did not want to hire a pregnant pleasure worker. So for that, and because she would rather a child be conceived out of love, Demi had never sought to go down that path.
But Ariadne and Ismene were the closest she ever could get to children, and after watching them grow up, she held a very tender spot for them. She couldn't bear to watch Ari in such distress, and knowing she was the more sensitive of the twins merely made it worst.
"Hey, hush sweetheart." she murmured soothingly when the young child seemed to working herself up into another round of crying. It gladdened Demi that Ariadne knew at least, the princess would be in good hands. She did not know of Persephone personally, but Demi has heard from many of her reputation, and while she was on the fence on what had transpired, and merely would agree with what Hector saw fit, she also knew the young princess turned Queen was a strong individual at least. But now she had to focus on the girl she had in front of her.
"You've only been back a short while. You merely need to find your ground again." she encouraged, picking up one of her hands and squeezing it tight. "What did you used to do when you still resided here? I'm pretty sure your Dad has plenty he'll need you to do to keep busy. He's not exactly the neatest housekeeper." Demi teased with a small laugh, hoping that would be enough to tease a smile out of the girl. Hector tried his best of course, but between caring for the household, cooking for herself and Ismene, trying to make sure Ismene stayed out of trouble on top of all his duties as Captain, the house was more often then not in disarray, in more parts then one.
Ariadne had never known her mother. She had died giving birth to the twins. Ari couldn’t even pretend that she remembered a single bit about her mother. All she had was her father’s stories and memories. Sometimes that had been enough and other times Ari had felt an ache within her that she thought might never be healed. The closest to a mother figure that she had in her life was Demi. The woman had been there for some of her most confusing moments as a young girl. And she had supported her through other moments as she aged. Now was lending her ear and time to Ari and the girl appreciated it more than Demi would ever know.
Her words were comforting, soothing Ari in a way that did not make her want to cry. She could be strong like Demi. And in this moment, she would be strong for Demi. One could only cry for so long without embarrassing themselves and she felt like she was close to that edge here. She knew Demi to be kind, but also wanted to prove that she was strong. She was more than her tears.
The older woman’s advice sunk in slowly. Ari returned the squeeze slightly and even smiled a bit at the suggestion that Hector wasn’t the greatest housekeeper. Ari always did find herself cleaning spectacularly whenever she came home. However, she wasn’t sure that Demi was understand what she really meant. It wasn’t that Ari didn’t know what to do around the house or how to be useful. She didn’t know her place in Arcana. Who was she here? What purpose did she serve? Ismene had found her calling as a healer. She did something meaningful and worthwhile every day. Meanwhile, Ari had a mind for court and manners and political action. She had no skills that would be of use to anyone in Arcana. Yet, she couldn’t go back to the capital with things the way they were now.
“Demi,” she began slowly, considering her words carefully. She didn’t want to sound ungrateful for the life that she had here and she certainly didn’t want to sound like she was above her family. It wasn’t that at all. If anything, she felt inadequate in the face of her father, uncle, and sister. They all had real skills that they could use to make a living.
“I was ten years old when I last truly lived in Arcana. I didn’t know my place here then any more than I do now. I am happy to clean our home and make it comfortable, but I can’t do that forever. At the palati, I had a real purpose. I had people who were depending on me and tasks to fill my day with meaning. I don’t have that here. What use as a lady’s maid am I to anyone here? “Papa trains men to fight, Isi heals people. They have a real purpose here. What am I to do?”
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Ariadne had never known her mother. She had died giving birth to the twins. Ari couldn’t even pretend that she remembered a single bit about her mother. All she had was her father’s stories and memories. Sometimes that had been enough and other times Ari had felt an ache within her that she thought might never be healed. The closest to a mother figure that she had in her life was Demi. The woman had been there for some of her most confusing moments as a young girl. And she had supported her through other moments as she aged. Now was lending her ear and time to Ari and the girl appreciated it more than Demi would ever know.
Her words were comforting, soothing Ari in a way that did not make her want to cry. She could be strong like Demi. And in this moment, she would be strong for Demi. One could only cry for so long without embarrassing themselves and she felt like she was close to that edge here. She knew Demi to be kind, but also wanted to prove that she was strong. She was more than her tears.
The older woman’s advice sunk in slowly. Ari returned the squeeze slightly and even smiled a bit at the suggestion that Hector wasn’t the greatest housekeeper. Ari always did find herself cleaning spectacularly whenever she came home. However, she wasn’t sure that Demi was understand what she really meant. It wasn’t that Ari didn’t know what to do around the house or how to be useful. She didn’t know her place in Arcana. Who was she here? What purpose did she serve? Ismene had found her calling as a healer. She did something meaningful and worthwhile every day. Meanwhile, Ari had a mind for court and manners and political action. She had no skills that would be of use to anyone in Arcana. Yet, she couldn’t go back to the capital with things the way they were now.
“Demi,” she began slowly, considering her words carefully. She didn’t want to sound ungrateful for the life that she had here and she certainly didn’t want to sound like she was above her family. It wasn’t that at all. If anything, she felt inadequate in the face of her father, uncle, and sister. They all had real skills that they could use to make a living.
“I was ten years old when I last truly lived in Arcana. I didn’t know my place here then any more than I do now. I am happy to clean our home and make it comfortable, but I can’t do that forever. At the palati, I had a real purpose. I had people who were depending on me and tasks to fill my day with meaning. I don’t have that here. What use as a lady’s maid am I to anyone here? “Papa trains men to fight, Isi heals people. They have a real purpose here. What am I to do?”
Ariadne had never known her mother. She had died giving birth to the twins. Ari couldn’t even pretend that she remembered a single bit about her mother. All she had was her father’s stories and memories. Sometimes that had been enough and other times Ari had felt an ache within her that she thought might never be healed. The closest to a mother figure that she had in her life was Demi. The woman had been there for some of her most confusing moments as a young girl. And she had supported her through other moments as she aged. Now was lending her ear and time to Ari and the girl appreciated it more than Demi would ever know.
Her words were comforting, soothing Ari in a way that did not make her want to cry. She could be strong like Demi. And in this moment, she would be strong for Demi. One could only cry for so long without embarrassing themselves and she felt like she was close to that edge here. She knew Demi to be kind, but also wanted to prove that she was strong. She was more than her tears.
The older woman’s advice sunk in slowly. Ari returned the squeeze slightly and even smiled a bit at the suggestion that Hector wasn’t the greatest housekeeper. Ari always did find herself cleaning spectacularly whenever she came home. However, she wasn’t sure that Demi was understand what she really meant. It wasn’t that Ari didn’t know what to do around the house or how to be useful. She didn’t know her place in Arcana. Who was she here? What purpose did she serve? Ismene had found her calling as a healer. She did something meaningful and worthwhile every day. Meanwhile, Ari had a mind for court and manners and political action. She had no skills that would be of use to anyone in Arcana. Yet, she couldn’t go back to the capital with things the way they were now.
“Demi,” she began slowly, considering her words carefully. She didn’t want to sound ungrateful for the life that she had here and she certainly didn’t want to sound like she was above her family. It wasn’t that at all. If anything, she felt inadequate in the face of her father, uncle, and sister. They all had real skills that they could use to make a living.
“I was ten years old when I last truly lived in Arcana. I didn’t know my place here then any more than I do now. I am happy to clean our home and make it comfortable, but I can’t do that forever. At the palati, I had a real purpose. I had people who were depending on me and tasks to fill my day with meaning. I don’t have that here. What use as a lady’s maid am I to anyone here? “Papa trains men to fight, Isi heals people. They have a real purpose here. What am I to do?”
While she may never know how it felt like to be an actual mother, this poignant feels she got as she absorbed Ariadne's sobs, Demi thought, would perhaps be the closest she's ever got. She could feel what Hector felt sometimes, the need to just kick someone who had caused Ismene or Ariadne harm, especially when Ariadne was in general someone who was far softer then Ismene. Ismene was more likely to kick someone where it mattered more then feeling sad over something, but neither of the girl's crying was a pleasant feeling for Demi at all.
But still, it didn't mean she knew how to be one.
When Ariadne finally explained what she felt, Demi felt a guilt in her, as she could never really, truely understand what Ariadne felt. But what she could see, was that this wasn't an issue that could easily be absolved by talking, or chatting. It wasn't as easy as just giving Ariadne something to do, and in the face of that, Demi felt silent as she reached forward to grasp Ariadne's hands in hers, giving it a small squeeze.
What could she do? All her life, Demi has had much to do in her life. Of course, most of it was out of necessity then out of want, and in honesty, Hector was perhaps the first thing in her life she wanted, and didn't keep around simply because she needed him. Although in a way, she guessed she did. But how could she help Ariadne? She didn't wish to burden Hector again, she already felt useless as it is with her lover right now.
Her lips went in a line of determination, as after a moment of silence, Demi finally turned her gaze to meet the younger girl's own. "How about we try this, Ari. Seeing as you don't know what you can do here, sitting around at home isn't going to get you anywhere. Why don't we go out to the market tomorrow? And walk around Arcana? See what holds your fancy, and we can go on from there?" Besides, Demi doubted staying cooped up at home all day would do any favors for Ariadne at this point either. She would lose nothing by going out for a few hours of the day.
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While she may never know how it felt like to be an actual mother, this poignant feels she got as she absorbed Ariadne's sobs, Demi thought, would perhaps be the closest she's ever got. She could feel what Hector felt sometimes, the need to just kick someone who had caused Ismene or Ariadne harm, especially when Ariadne was in general someone who was far softer then Ismene. Ismene was more likely to kick someone where it mattered more then feeling sad over something, but neither of the girl's crying was a pleasant feeling for Demi at all.
But still, it didn't mean she knew how to be one.
When Ariadne finally explained what she felt, Demi felt a guilt in her, as she could never really, truely understand what Ariadne felt. But what she could see, was that this wasn't an issue that could easily be absolved by talking, or chatting. It wasn't as easy as just giving Ariadne something to do, and in the face of that, Demi felt silent as she reached forward to grasp Ariadne's hands in hers, giving it a small squeeze.
What could she do? All her life, Demi has had much to do in her life. Of course, most of it was out of necessity then out of want, and in honesty, Hector was perhaps the first thing in her life she wanted, and didn't keep around simply because she needed him. Although in a way, she guessed she did. But how could she help Ariadne? She didn't wish to burden Hector again, she already felt useless as it is with her lover right now.
Her lips went in a line of determination, as after a moment of silence, Demi finally turned her gaze to meet the younger girl's own. "How about we try this, Ari. Seeing as you don't know what you can do here, sitting around at home isn't going to get you anywhere. Why don't we go out to the market tomorrow? And walk around Arcana? See what holds your fancy, and we can go on from there?" Besides, Demi doubted staying cooped up at home all day would do any favors for Ariadne at this point either. She would lose nothing by going out for a few hours of the day.
While she may never know how it felt like to be an actual mother, this poignant feels she got as she absorbed Ariadne's sobs, Demi thought, would perhaps be the closest she's ever got. She could feel what Hector felt sometimes, the need to just kick someone who had caused Ismene or Ariadne harm, especially when Ariadne was in general someone who was far softer then Ismene. Ismene was more likely to kick someone where it mattered more then feeling sad over something, but neither of the girl's crying was a pleasant feeling for Demi at all.
But still, it didn't mean she knew how to be one.
When Ariadne finally explained what she felt, Demi felt a guilt in her, as she could never really, truely understand what Ariadne felt. But what she could see, was that this wasn't an issue that could easily be absolved by talking, or chatting. It wasn't as easy as just giving Ariadne something to do, and in the face of that, Demi felt silent as she reached forward to grasp Ariadne's hands in hers, giving it a small squeeze.
What could she do? All her life, Demi has had much to do in her life. Of course, most of it was out of necessity then out of want, and in honesty, Hector was perhaps the first thing in her life she wanted, and didn't keep around simply because she needed him. Although in a way, she guessed she did. But how could she help Ariadne? She didn't wish to burden Hector again, she already felt useless as it is with her lover right now.
Her lips went in a line of determination, as after a moment of silence, Demi finally turned her gaze to meet the younger girl's own. "How about we try this, Ari. Seeing as you don't know what you can do here, sitting around at home isn't going to get you anywhere. Why don't we go out to the market tomorrow? And walk around Arcana? See what holds your fancy, and we can go on from there?" Besides, Demi doubted staying cooped up at home all day would do any favors for Ariadne at this point either. She would lose nothing by going out for a few hours of the day.
Ari focused on her breathing, trying to calm herself down. There was no point in crying anymore. No point, but plenty of reason. She had always been tender like this—tears came easily to her. It wasn’t exactly her favorite trait, but she had long since accepted it. Ariadne had also learned to control her tears better. There had been plenty of time to learn to cope while at the palati. The added pressure of having others watch her was also encouragement. Everything was just a bit difference now and there was certainly a reason for her tears.
While it was nice to have Demi by her side, Ari wasn’t sure what she was expecting from their exchange. Although the two knew each other, they hadn’t had the opportunity to become close as Demi had with Isi. With Ari away, there was simply no opportunity for that. Still, she saw this woman as a mother figure of sorts. Not her mother, but someone who had known her mother and spent enough time with their family.
Finally, Demi turned to Ari with a look of determination on her face that Ari knew better than to go against. Her suggestion was good and the girl found herself nodding. She had spent much of her time back in her room or keeping busy around the house. It wasn’t as though she didn’t want to go out, she just hadn’t quite managed to get herself to do so. With the encouragement of Demi, she could go. Keeping up with appearances was something Ari knew quite well. It was something that she could force herself to do.
“Yes, that sounds agreeable,” Ariadne said, her voice steadying. She laid her hand on Demi’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Demi. You don’t have to do any of this. But know that it means a lot to me.” There was more she wanted to say, more she could say, but wasn’t sure if it was her place. However, after a moment’s hesitation she added, “Our family is lucky to have you. My father is lucky to have you. He’s not always the best with expressing his emotions, but I hope he tells you how much you mean to us.”
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Ari focused on her breathing, trying to calm herself down. There was no point in crying anymore. No point, but plenty of reason. She had always been tender like this—tears came easily to her. It wasn’t exactly her favorite trait, but she had long since accepted it. Ariadne had also learned to control her tears better. There had been plenty of time to learn to cope while at the palati. The added pressure of having others watch her was also encouragement. Everything was just a bit difference now and there was certainly a reason for her tears.
While it was nice to have Demi by her side, Ari wasn’t sure what she was expecting from their exchange. Although the two knew each other, they hadn’t had the opportunity to become close as Demi had with Isi. With Ari away, there was simply no opportunity for that. Still, she saw this woman as a mother figure of sorts. Not her mother, but someone who had known her mother and spent enough time with their family.
Finally, Demi turned to Ari with a look of determination on her face that Ari knew better than to go against. Her suggestion was good and the girl found herself nodding. She had spent much of her time back in her room or keeping busy around the house. It wasn’t as though she didn’t want to go out, she just hadn’t quite managed to get herself to do so. With the encouragement of Demi, she could go. Keeping up with appearances was something Ari knew quite well. It was something that she could force herself to do.
“Yes, that sounds agreeable,” Ariadne said, her voice steadying. She laid her hand on Demi’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Demi. You don’t have to do any of this. But know that it means a lot to me.” There was more she wanted to say, more she could say, but wasn’t sure if it was her place. However, after a moment’s hesitation she added, “Our family is lucky to have you. My father is lucky to have you. He’s not always the best with expressing his emotions, but I hope he tells you how much you mean to us.”
Ari focused on her breathing, trying to calm herself down. There was no point in crying anymore. No point, but plenty of reason. She had always been tender like this—tears came easily to her. It wasn’t exactly her favorite trait, but she had long since accepted it. Ariadne had also learned to control her tears better. There had been plenty of time to learn to cope while at the palati. The added pressure of having others watch her was also encouragement. Everything was just a bit difference now and there was certainly a reason for her tears.
While it was nice to have Demi by her side, Ari wasn’t sure what she was expecting from their exchange. Although the two knew each other, they hadn’t had the opportunity to become close as Demi had with Isi. With Ari away, there was simply no opportunity for that. Still, she saw this woman as a mother figure of sorts. Not her mother, but someone who had known her mother and spent enough time with their family.
Finally, Demi turned to Ari with a look of determination on her face that Ari knew better than to go against. Her suggestion was good and the girl found herself nodding. She had spent much of her time back in her room or keeping busy around the house. It wasn’t as though she didn’t want to go out, she just hadn’t quite managed to get herself to do so. With the encouragement of Demi, she could go. Keeping up with appearances was something Ari knew quite well. It was something that she could force herself to do.
“Yes, that sounds agreeable,” Ariadne said, her voice steadying. She laid her hand on Demi’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Demi. You don’t have to do any of this. But know that it means a lot to me.” There was more she wanted to say, more she could say, but wasn’t sure if it was her place. However, after a moment’s hesitation she added, “Our family is lucky to have you. My father is lucky to have you. He’s not always the best with expressing his emotions, but I hope he tells you how much you mean to us.”
Demi knew Ismene far better then she knew Ariadne, purely from the fact that Ariadne spent much time working in the palati. Much of what she knew of Ariadne however, came from the stories Demi would hear from Hector. Her lover could go on about his daughters, and with how she knew the twins, she could not fault them. Part of the reason why Demi held such a heart for Hector was also from the devotion she saw he gave to his daughters, a way that surely meant the man had a heart of gold. And because of that, it was far likely Demi knew more of Ariadne then the other way around. But also because of that, was the reason why Demi went so readily when she saw Ariadne in need of help, without hesitation.
She was glad however, that the young girl took her suggestion. For a moment, she was afraid she would reject, and then Demi would need to seek for Hector to inform him of what had happened. The blonde would likely not want her father to find out, but Demi couldn't allow Ariadne to continue in stress and not find help.
That she was willing to accept her offer however, meant that at least, there was a way around it, and she therefore did not need to burden Hector with yet another worry on his plate when he had plenty already in the wake of the troubles happening in Athenia and the royal family. Smiling as Ariadne squeezed her upper arm, she shook her head and responded softly. "I want to do this, Ari. I do not wish to see you nor Isi in distress." she murmured, genuinety in her grayish green eyes.
Her attempting to explain her father's actions however, earned a dry laugh from Demi.She got what Ariadne was trying to say, and she did not doubt Hector's love for her. But it did hurt when he simply mentioned logical, mundane reasons for wanting to marry her, instead of the one reason she'd like above all. "He does, in his own way. Let's not make the man try and understand what 'feelings' are, shall we?" she teased, hoping to draw a laugh out of the younger girl.
Pushing herself off the ground, Demi extended a hand to help Ariadne off the ground, taking a look around the kitchen that had ended up as their haven for a brief respite, before offering. "How about a bath? And then we can prep dinner and hope your father comes home in time to eat them this time?"
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Demi knew Ismene far better then she knew Ariadne, purely from the fact that Ariadne spent much time working in the palati. Much of what she knew of Ariadne however, came from the stories Demi would hear from Hector. Her lover could go on about his daughters, and with how she knew the twins, she could not fault them. Part of the reason why Demi held such a heart for Hector was also from the devotion she saw he gave to his daughters, a way that surely meant the man had a heart of gold. And because of that, it was far likely Demi knew more of Ariadne then the other way around. But also because of that, was the reason why Demi went so readily when she saw Ariadne in need of help, without hesitation.
She was glad however, that the young girl took her suggestion. For a moment, she was afraid she would reject, and then Demi would need to seek for Hector to inform him of what had happened. The blonde would likely not want her father to find out, but Demi couldn't allow Ariadne to continue in stress and not find help.
That she was willing to accept her offer however, meant that at least, there was a way around it, and she therefore did not need to burden Hector with yet another worry on his plate when he had plenty already in the wake of the troubles happening in Athenia and the royal family. Smiling as Ariadne squeezed her upper arm, she shook her head and responded softly. "I want to do this, Ari. I do not wish to see you nor Isi in distress." she murmured, genuinety in her grayish green eyes.
Her attempting to explain her father's actions however, earned a dry laugh from Demi.She got what Ariadne was trying to say, and she did not doubt Hector's love for her. But it did hurt when he simply mentioned logical, mundane reasons for wanting to marry her, instead of the one reason she'd like above all. "He does, in his own way. Let's not make the man try and understand what 'feelings' are, shall we?" she teased, hoping to draw a laugh out of the younger girl.
Pushing herself off the ground, Demi extended a hand to help Ariadne off the ground, taking a look around the kitchen that had ended up as their haven for a brief respite, before offering. "How about a bath? And then we can prep dinner and hope your father comes home in time to eat them this time?"
Demi knew Ismene far better then she knew Ariadne, purely from the fact that Ariadne spent much time working in the palati. Much of what she knew of Ariadne however, came from the stories Demi would hear from Hector. Her lover could go on about his daughters, and with how she knew the twins, she could not fault them. Part of the reason why Demi held such a heart for Hector was also from the devotion she saw he gave to his daughters, a way that surely meant the man had a heart of gold. And because of that, it was far likely Demi knew more of Ariadne then the other way around. But also because of that, was the reason why Demi went so readily when she saw Ariadne in need of help, without hesitation.
She was glad however, that the young girl took her suggestion. For a moment, she was afraid she would reject, and then Demi would need to seek for Hector to inform him of what had happened. The blonde would likely not want her father to find out, but Demi couldn't allow Ariadne to continue in stress and not find help.
That she was willing to accept her offer however, meant that at least, there was a way around it, and she therefore did not need to burden Hector with yet another worry on his plate when he had plenty already in the wake of the troubles happening in Athenia and the royal family. Smiling as Ariadne squeezed her upper arm, she shook her head and responded softly. "I want to do this, Ari. I do not wish to see you nor Isi in distress." she murmured, genuinety in her grayish green eyes.
Her attempting to explain her father's actions however, earned a dry laugh from Demi.She got what Ariadne was trying to say, and she did not doubt Hector's love for her. But it did hurt when he simply mentioned logical, mundane reasons for wanting to marry her, instead of the one reason she'd like above all. "He does, in his own way. Let's not make the man try and understand what 'feelings' are, shall we?" she teased, hoping to draw a laugh out of the younger girl.
Pushing herself off the ground, Demi extended a hand to help Ariadne off the ground, taking a look around the kitchen that had ended up as their haven for a brief respite, before offering. "How about a bath? And then we can prep dinner and hope your father comes home in time to eat them this time?"
It had seemed that over the past year, Ariadne had thought about having a mother figure more than she had in her entire life. A conversation with Hector when she was home the previous year had started some of it, but the fact that she was almost the age her mother had been when she was last alive had been on her mind a great deal lately. Ariadne had always seen Demi as a mother figure of sorts, though she hadn’t quite been a replacement. Not that she had tried—that was something that Ariadne could respect. However, she appreciated the role that Demi had played in their lives. Now only if Hector could manage to see the same thing and do something about it.
“You’ve always been so good to us, Demi,” Ariadne responded smiling. “We’ve all been lucky to have you in our lives.” She wished it would be more official, but supposed that was not her place. That was up to her father. Ariadne wished that Demi could stay with their family forever, but she had a feeling that the woman might still be around for the twins if something ever were to happen with their father.
Ariadne chuckled a little bit when Demi joked about making sense of Hector and feelings. He did try his best, but he couldn’t compare to most women Ari knew in her life. She always wondered what he had been like before the twins had come along. Ari always thought he must have been a bit of a wreck. “Perhaps one day he’ll understand better,” she said, shaking her head slightly as if she didn’t quite agree with her own assessment.
Slowly, the two of them got off from the ground, Ari taking Demi’s proffered hand. Her suggestion sounded lovely, exactly like what she needed right now. “That sounds like a perfect idea,” she said, giving Demi a side hug before moving out of the kitchen. “I’m sure someone will come in once they smell the food.”
That was true enough. Ariadne looked forward to a few minutes of rest in the bath, grateful for the woman who had pulled her out of her dark thoughts. She was sure they would return until she truly knew what had happened to Persephone, but for now, they were kept at bay.
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It had seemed that over the past year, Ariadne had thought about having a mother figure more than she had in her entire life. A conversation with Hector when she was home the previous year had started some of it, but the fact that she was almost the age her mother had been when she was last alive had been on her mind a great deal lately. Ariadne had always seen Demi as a mother figure of sorts, though she hadn’t quite been a replacement. Not that she had tried—that was something that Ariadne could respect. However, she appreciated the role that Demi had played in their lives. Now only if Hector could manage to see the same thing and do something about it.
“You’ve always been so good to us, Demi,” Ariadne responded smiling. “We’ve all been lucky to have you in our lives.” She wished it would be more official, but supposed that was not her place. That was up to her father. Ariadne wished that Demi could stay with their family forever, but she had a feeling that the woman might still be around for the twins if something ever were to happen with their father.
Ariadne chuckled a little bit when Demi joked about making sense of Hector and feelings. He did try his best, but he couldn’t compare to most women Ari knew in her life. She always wondered what he had been like before the twins had come along. Ari always thought he must have been a bit of a wreck. “Perhaps one day he’ll understand better,” she said, shaking her head slightly as if she didn’t quite agree with her own assessment.
Slowly, the two of them got off from the ground, Ari taking Demi’s proffered hand. Her suggestion sounded lovely, exactly like what she needed right now. “That sounds like a perfect idea,” she said, giving Demi a side hug before moving out of the kitchen. “I’m sure someone will come in once they smell the food.”
That was true enough. Ariadne looked forward to a few minutes of rest in the bath, grateful for the woman who had pulled her out of her dark thoughts. She was sure they would return until she truly knew what had happened to Persephone, but for now, they were kept at bay.
It had seemed that over the past year, Ariadne had thought about having a mother figure more than she had in her entire life. A conversation with Hector when she was home the previous year had started some of it, but the fact that she was almost the age her mother had been when she was last alive had been on her mind a great deal lately. Ariadne had always seen Demi as a mother figure of sorts, though she hadn’t quite been a replacement. Not that she had tried—that was something that Ariadne could respect. However, she appreciated the role that Demi had played in their lives. Now only if Hector could manage to see the same thing and do something about it.
“You’ve always been so good to us, Demi,” Ariadne responded smiling. “We’ve all been lucky to have you in our lives.” She wished it would be more official, but supposed that was not her place. That was up to her father. Ariadne wished that Demi could stay with their family forever, but she had a feeling that the woman might still be around for the twins if something ever were to happen with their father.
Ariadne chuckled a little bit when Demi joked about making sense of Hector and feelings. He did try his best, but he couldn’t compare to most women Ari knew in her life. She always wondered what he had been like before the twins had come along. Ari always thought he must have been a bit of a wreck. “Perhaps one day he’ll understand better,” she said, shaking her head slightly as if she didn’t quite agree with her own assessment.
Slowly, the two of them got off from the ground, Ari taking Demi’s proffered hand. Her suggestion sounded lovely, exactly like what she needed right now. “That sounds like a perfect idea,” she said, giving Demi a side hug before moving out of the kitchen. “I’m sure someone will come in once they smell the food.”
That was true enough. Ariadne looked forward to a few minutes of rest in the bath, grateful for the woman who had pulled her out of her dark thoughts. She was sure they would return until she truly knew what had happened to Persephone, but for now, they were kept at bay.