Post by Angelique on Jan 18, 2010 2:00:57 GMT -8
Chapter 1: Precipitation
Angelique though unaware was intensely focused on Jaques breathing; though a floor away when he stopped, she was washed over with alarm, dashing from her office to his bedside. The young Giovanni had been concerned for weeks that the cold mountain climate was hard on Jaques, effecting his health. The coughing and respiratory difficulty that cropped up over the past few days brought her thoughts once again back to sharing her blood with him, freezing him in time to remain with her always. Jaques was the last person alive that lived the old ways, knew her from birth, shared the way of life she'd always known. Angelique turned Jaques onto his back tilting his head back trying to re-establish breathing; the movement made his body shudder and he drew in a breath before being wracked with another coughing fit. Before thinking she screamed into Perrin's mind as he lay in her bed upstairs that she needed water or wine, Jaques needed help; in silence they administered what they could to calm the coughing and make Jaques comfortable.
It was an hour before Jaques could sit up and speak, Angel at his side holding his hand nervously rubbing the back hoping it would impart some strength to her old uncle. “I am going to have to take you somewhere warmer, this climate is sapping your strength,” Angelique said softly as she looked to his hand in her lap. “Bella... no climate will make this old man strong again,” he answered. Principessa, Jaques Golden Labrador, whimpered from under the bed, the soft jingle of her bell heard as she laid it between her paws. “You have the most beautiful eyes Bella, yet you don't see with them clearly. Or do you choose not to?” Jaques took Angelique's hands into his own, as he'd always done when he had to talk to her about something she didn't want to hear. A kind of anchor to hold her in place; Jaques knew his Bella better than her own father, better than anyone except maybe Perrin; Angelique wouldn't hear a thing unless a level of comfort was maintained. Her high spirit and tenaciousness, combined with twenty-five years of doting from old men was a blueprint for a woman who felt she could alter anything to suit her whim. It broke Jaques heart to have to tell his Bella, his time was short, he knew she simply hadn't accepted the truth yet, it was time to remove the veil so they could seize the moments that remained.
“Jaques I see fine, I need to get you somewhere to get over this cold...” Angel offered weakly. “This cold isn't going away Bella, all the soup and wine in the realm can't cure what's ailing me,” Jaques replied before adding softly, “you've been trying I know, but I've used up almost every minute of life in this body, no regrets, they were used to their fullest, but not even you can buy them back Bella.” Angel look deeply into his eyes, her heart gripped with the cold sense of loss, a feeling she'd been fighting for months not letting herself believe the truth. Quietly after a long moment Angelique offered, “Jaques, I can buy one of them, I can suspend you in a single moment, keep you well for however long we need...” Jaques smiled to her very softly, his face reflecting the tender affection he had for her as he asked simply, “why?” A flood of emotions filled Angel, her love for Jaques, her sense of loss, abandonment, her need for someone, anyone to head her household. All the things that defined a world that had slipped into obscurity, that she felt by keeping one man alive she could prevent the changes from being completed, feebly she grasped and held onto a dying age.
Angel look to him unable to speak, Jaques lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them softly. “Magick is a powerful tool Bella, your magick may be able to keep me here, but at what cost? So I can repeat the same day over and over, wake each morning missing my wife, eat breakfast thinking that your nonno isn't going to be on his porch today, that all my friends have passed away already? Move slowly through each day hoping maybe your Nonna will kiss my cheek as she pours me a glass of wine at dinner? I've seen everything I care to see. I've done more in my lifetime than three strong men could contemplate. Bella, they don't make women like the ones I've loved and lost anymore, you are the last, a shining jewel that I don't think this world will ever see again. Save your magick for yourself, I am happy my time is at an end. It means I've lived the life I wanted on my terms with no regrets. I've had time to take care of all I need to, to take care of you.. my Bella.”
Jaques pulled Angel into his lap wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. “I remember holding you the day you were born, your little head resting on my forearm, your bottom in the palm of my hand, your tiny legs kicking as you balled up your fists and swung them at me. I taught you how to bloody Perrin's nose, and you've fought your way through every challenge thats ever come your way. Turing adversaries to your side or eliminating them, you always come out on top. You don't need me Bella, you carry the best of me I could give you already. You are all of our legacy, all of the old men that gathered on your nonno's porch, I am glad I got to see you take the best of all of us and put it to work for you.” Jaques kissed her forehead before saying tenderly, “it means I can go in peace.” Angel finally spoke saying softly, “I love you Jaques...” “Oh? I would never have known...” Jaques quipped with a smile, “I love you too Bella.”
Angel shivered in his arms, restraining herself from crying, she'd save her tears for when he finally passed. Selfishness had her wanting to keep him forever; love for him set her desire aside, keeping Jaques alive would be cruel. Angelique would be near him every minute till his time came, sharing every moment, making him comfortable as best she could. As she lay her head on Jaques shoulder her mind fell to her the family crypt in Moonglow and that it would have to be prepared for him... an itch in the back of her mind aggravated... Angel remembered the last visit of Lord Azrael and a quiet anger began to build... how long had the elder kindred known...
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Journal Excerpt: Jaques has a cold... coughing, running a fever. I've made him comfortable, I want to make him well...
It settled on me heavily tonight that he is my last link to the old ways, to a lifestyle few remember and almost no one practices. Do I betray my youth in keeping ties to a way of life left behind by most everyone else...
Everything fades, in this immortal shell all I can do it seems is watch.
*ink marks left as if the quill were dropped and rolled off the page*
Angelique though unaware was intensely focused on Jaques breathing; though a floor away when he stopped, she was washed over with alarm, dashing from her office to his bedside. The young Giovanni had been concerned for weeks that the cold mountain climate was hard on Jaques, effecting his health. The coughing and respiratory difficulty that cropped up over the past few days brought her thoughts once again back to sharing her blood with him, freezing him in time to remain with her always. Jaques was the last person alive that lived the old ways, knew her from birth, shared the way of life she'd always known. Angelique turned Jaques onto his back tilting his head back trying to re-establish breathing; the movement made his body shudder and he drew in a breath before being wracked with another coughing fit. Before thinking she screamed into Perrin's mind as he lay in her bed upstairs that she needed water or wine, Jaques needed help; in silence they administered what they could to calm the coughing and make Jaques comfortable.
It was an hour before Jaques could sit up and speak, Angel at his side holding his hand nervously rubbing the back hoping it would impart some strength to her old uncle. “I am going to have to take you somewhere warmer, this climate is sapping your strength,” Angelique said softly as she looked to his hand in her lap. “Bella... no climate will make this old man strong again,” he answered. Principessa, Jaques Golden Labrador, whimpered from under the bed, the soft jingle of her bell heard as she laid it between her paws. “You have the most beautiful eyes Bella, yet you don't see with them clearly. Or do you choose not to?” Jaques took Angelique's hands into his own, as he'd always done when he had to talk to her about something she didn't want to hear. A kind of anchor to hold her in place; Jaques knew his Bella better than her own father, better than anyone except maybe Perrin; Angelique wouldn't hear a thing unless a level of comfort was maintained. Her high spirit and tenaciousness, combined with twenty-five years of doting from old men was a blueprint for a woman who felt she could alter anything to suit her whim. It broke Jaques heart to have to tell his Bella, his time was short, he knew she simply hadn't accepted the truth yet, it was time to remove the veil so they could seize the moments that remained.
“Jaques I see fine, I need to get you somewhere to get over this cold...” Angel offered weakly. “This cold isn't going away Bella, all the soup and wine in the realm can't cure what's ailing me,” Jaques replied before adding softly, “you've been trying I know, but I've used up almost every minute of life in this body, no regrets, they were used to their fullest, but not even you can buy them back Bella.” Angel look deeply into his eyes, her heart gripped with the cold sense of loss, a feeling she'd been fighting for months not letting herself believe the truth. Quietly after a long moment Angelique offered, “Jaques, I can buy one of them, I can suspend you in a single moment, keep you well for however long we need...” Jaques smiled to her very softly, his face reflecting the tender affection he had for her as he asked simply, “why?” A flood of emotions filled Angel, her love for Jaques, her sense of loss, abandonment, her need for someone, anyone to head her household. All the things that defined a world that had slipped into obscurity, that she felt by keeping one man alive she could prevent the changes from being completed, feebly she grasped and held onto a dying age.
Angel look to him unable to speak, Jaques lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them softly. “Magick is a powerful tool Bella, your magick may be able to keep me here, but at what cost? So I can repeat the same day over and over, wake each morning missing my wife, eat breakfast thinking that your nonno isn't going to be on his porch today, that all my friends have passed away already? Move slowly through each day hoping maybe your Nonna will kiss my cheek as she pours me a glass of wine at dinner? I've seen everything I care to see. I've done more in my lifetime than three strong men could contemplate. Bella, they don't make women like the ones I've loved and lost anymore, you are the last, a shining jewel that I don't think this world will ever see again. Save your magick for yourself, I am happy my time is at an end. It means I've lived the life I wanted on my terms with no regrets. I've had time to take care of all I need to, to take care of you.. my Bella.”
Jaques pulled Angel into his lap wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. “I remember holding you the day you were born, your little head resting on my forearm, your bottom in the palm of my hand, your tiny legs kicking as you balled up your fists and swung them at me. I taught you how to bloody Perrin's nose, and you've fought your way through every challenge thats ever come your way. Turing adversaries to your side or eliminating them, you always come out on top. You don't need me Bella, you carry the best of me I could give you already. You are all of our legacy, all of the old men that gathered on your nonno's porch, I am glad I got to see you take the best of all of us and put it to work for you.” Jaques kissed her forehead before saying tenderly, “it means I can go in peace.” Angel finally spoke saying softly, “I love you Jaques...” “Oh? I would never have known...” Jaques quipped with a smile, “I love you too Bella.”
Angel shivered in his arms, restraining herself from crying, she'd save her tears for when he finally passed. Selfishness had her wanting to keep him forever; love for him set her desire aside, keeping Jaques alive would be cruel. Angelique would be near him every minute till his time came, sharing every moment, making him comfortable as best she could. As she lay her head on Jaques shoulder her mind fell to her the family crypt in Moonglow and that it would have to be prepared for him... an itch in the back of her mind aggravated... Angel remembered the last visit of Lord Azrael and a quiet anger began to build... how long had the elder kindred known...
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