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Post by John Pride/Arno Dorian/Scar on Nov 9, 2015 13:32:01 GMT -5
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The truck pulled up into the graveyard and gently parked itself outside of the gates. Afterwards he'd take a long walk to the back of the cemetery away from prying eyes in a thick brush. John looked around and noted that he wasn't being followed and finally stepped into the small forested area where a gravestone sat. Reading as followed:
ZELDA AND IRVING PRIDE: LOVING PARENTS, FRIENDS, AND PEOPLE
John looked up before pulling a single rose from his coat pocket and placed it on the grave kneeling down. Taking a deep breath, he'd look to the grave which was a memorial made for two monarchs, before the curse was broken. "Mom....Dad" he'd mention as if talking to an old friend. If one had known his parents they might notice how he looked like a good mix between both his parents, he had his mothers facial structure with his dads personality and eyes. As well as his hair color.
Looking down to the grave he'd sigh, taking the silence to think and reflect. "Just wanted to come by and say hi, it's been a while hasn't it? I mean....you all probably already know but, I'm getting married....I wish you could see her, she's so beautiful.....then again I'm sure you felt the same way I do when you met Mom right Dad?"
He continued to talk for a good long while, exposing a few memories and just smiling in retrospect. But for some odd reason, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched....
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Post by Lyssa Highman/Aphrodite on Nov 9, 2015 21:30:17 GMT -5
outfitTag : John Pride/Arno Dorian/ScarLyssa stood back the grave yard, she had come today to see her own grave. It wasn't everyday that one getsnto visit theirs. What the goddess hadn't expected was the run in with her son. Raising a brow in over pleased amusement. of course your father found me attractive Leandros. I come to men in the form of what they find pleasing. muttering out as she stepped closer. In the past muc like many of the gods Aphrodite dabbled in a stint in being a normal human. Which was the result of that stood before her now. Her only son..the boy before Leandros was the kings fist son from his first wife and the daughter was adopted. Smiling sweetly at man , come to what pay homage to the earth neither your father or I are in that plot . your smarter then that my son act like it sentiments were one trait lyssa never understood with humans. That was probably had to do with her curse .. To bring hope to world that at one time was hopeless. Made the goddess pay a terrible price her own ability to love .. if you want to pay respect then move toward me my child and come give mother a hug
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Post by John Pride/Arno Dorian/Scar on Nov 9, 2015 21:49:49 GMT -5
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John was not a man who was easily startled but hearing the voice behind him call him Leandros, turning around he'd reach for his gun until he met face to face with his mother before him, but he didn't recognize her. He hadn't heard that name in forever but it did ring a bell. Frowning he'd pull his hand away and squinted his eyes. "Where did you hear that name?" he'd ask warily.
Looking at her once again she began to speak that his parents weren't in the ground and she called him her son. Which only made John wonder if this woman was on something. He only knew her as the bartender, his eyes squinted and he was reminded of his mother a bit. But she was too young.
His head tilted and he'd raise an eyebrow "I'm sorry, who are you?" he'd ask once more.
Some crazy lady was claiming to be his mother, how fun.
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Post by Lyssa Highman/Aphrodite on Nov 10, 2015 10:50:01 GMT -5
I've been called many names , Love, Venus, Caroline ,Lyssa but my true name is Aphrodite. Yet you may call me mother clearing her throat stepping closer to her weary son. maybe this is what you remember more of me as . her figure changed morphing into form of her human husband desired. Holding her arms out palms facing her son. Not wanting to make her son jumpy that create accidents. She knew he couldn't harm her Leandros didn't have a weapon created by the gods. And I heard that name because I use to whisper to when you were but a babe in my arms, when I would chased you in the garden surrounded by middlemist flowers. I know that name because it means lion , brave and strong. Everything you embodied my dear son. Smugly smiling as hands cradled on her hips now are you ready to hug your mother
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Post by John Pride/Arno Dorian/Scar on Nov 10, 2015 15:44:13 GMT -5
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As Lyssa moved to morph into the image of his mother, his face paled. It was as if he was staring at a ghost. He had watched her die, he had seen his father killed. But for some reason, his heart swelled and he somehow got this funny feeling that he was once again in the presence of his mother. His eyes filled with tears. He was feeling all kinds of emotion; anger, joy, confusion. But once again, who else would know that beautiful image? Finally John would leap at her and embrace her. It was the same scent, the same comfort. Usually not very trusting, he'd shake as he held her close.
"How do I know that this isn't just an illusion? A dream?" he'd ask, still very confused "You look and feel like my mother, you even know her name for me.....is it really....?" he'd point to her and then another wave of shock would hit. Scar was a Demigod?! He'd backpedal a bit and finally he'd look to her with widened eyes. His head was spinning with a multitude of questions. "It can't be, why didn't you tell me you were the Goddess of Love? Of my lineage? How do I know that this isn't some trick?"
Scar kept his wit about him, he'd be damned if some random woman came to him claiming to be his mother. He wouldn't let that happen, she still had a lot of proof to give him before she'd make a believer out of him. Finally, he'd ask a question, one only his mother would know.
"When I was five years old, you told me something, that it would be our little secret.....what were those exact words?" John would probe. If she was truly his mother, she'd know this. And he'd believe her.
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Post by Lyssa Highman/Aphrodite on Nov 11, 2015 8:01:22 GMT -5
When Leandros hugged her, Lyssa wished she could feel something. Elated joy to hold her baby in her arms once more but the happiness that should dwell there a aching void. Patting his back tenderly as she had done so many times before. Only when the man backed away did any emotion really register with Aphrodite.
Signing heavily at all of questions that Leandros slurred at her. He had always been an inquisitive child but this passed irrating. It is me , and enough ! shouting out voice booming out not even your father knew I had to keep this a secret . not malicious intent but because the truth could have killed you . there are others in my family who would have rather watched you died a thousand times over instead of flourish. features softening reaching out hands cupping his face staring deep into his Aegean ocean colored eyes.
Smiling at woefully at his question , Aphrodites left hand brushed back a whisper of Sandy blonde hair. Ένας αληθινός ήρωας isnt μετρώνται με τις πράξεις του ... αλλά από το μέγεθος της καρδιάς του speaking in her native tongue images of the sweet chubby toddler racing about garden trying to climb up the ivy covered walls. i told you that A true hero isnt measured by the his deeds ...but by the size of his heart
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Post by John Pride/Arno Dorian/Scar on Nov 11, 2015 13:39:28 GMT -5
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Cheeks cupped and eyes staring back into his only brought back more deja vu, only to be further confirmed by her soft words. His eyes widened and finally he'd move his arms around her again in a tight embrace. He had gone many long years without the embrace of his mother, and finally overcome with emotion he'd keep her close into the hug. "It is you!" he'd exclaim, finally believing Aphrodite's words. He kept the embrace a little longer and then it finally hit him like a brick wall. He was a Demigod, his mother was alive, and he was all learning this all at once. Finally he'd feel the weight from under him starting to give, and he'd sit on the ground.
Looking down he'd begin to ponder "I've missed you so much, and by the Gods you're alive and.....and a Goddess!" his expression looked like one out of pure awe. "That explains so much...." Scar remembered the Sword he had used to defeat his brother, as well as various other gifts and blessings. He began to recall the many times he had stared death in the face but suddenly instinct had kicked in and saved him. "None of that matters now, you're here....I....I can't wait for you to meet Elsa! Gods mother, she is beautiful, you will love her!" he'd mention once more, the gleam in his eyes showing that he was happy.
Everything was starting to fall into place, first Elsa, now his mother. He was getting his family back piece by piece.
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Post by Lyssa Highman/Aphrodite on Nov 12, 2015 10:44:50 GMT -5
the mention of Elsa name made the goddess grow cold. that woman would only bring Leandros death. shuddering at remembering what the fates had told her years ago. No i will not meet this Elsa nor will i give this marriage my blessing. leandros she isn't worthy of you my son. the ice queen had powerful magic. there are reasons there are only a few elemental witches. soon the magic with them would grow to a point where the only way to stop her will be by capturing her or destroying the young queen. bringing a gently caress across her sons face. you must forget about this Elsa no good would come from loving her.
another immortal would be better for leandros it meant less heart ache as well. for soon Elsa would age and Scar would only age at half speed. he would have to watch some one he cares for dies , decay before his very eyes
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Post by John Pride/Arno Dorian/Scar on Nov 12, 2015 23:59:38 GMT -5
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His excitement only grew from the moment he first spoke of Elsa until his mother just got cold and told him that she wouldn't meet her nor would she bless the marriage. And to top that all off; she told him to find someone worthy? His smile faded and he'd frown looking to his mother with a look of concern in his eyes. "But....I thought" he'd stutter out a bit, frowning some more. One could tell that his love for Elsa was strong, he wasn't about to heed his mothers words.
"And forsake a happy ending? Mother I thought you'd be ecstatic! You're a God, you've seen my deeds.....I've done things that no man should ever have to go through, I used a sword against my brother that no man should ever wield again!" John would argue, although he knew it would be no use. He felt anger rise in his chest again "I'm sorry mother but if you've come to tell me that I just need to forget all about Elsa, then I'm afraid that can't and won't be done"
He kept his frown, he was very confused. Why was his mother not ecstatic that her son had finally found a happy ending? Why was she not embracing him and congratulating him? Worst of all, why was she telling him to forget about a woman he had loved since he was a teenager and was his very motivation to live?
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Post by Lyssa Highman/Aphrodite on Nov 13, 2015 11:13:16 GMT -5
i know of your deeds , but such is the price of a hero. For a heroics to be born a hero must suffer,that's the only way a champion may be born. Through the fire of pain. face an voice going to a harsh dark stone edge. She wouldn't allow that marriage when Leandros was a teen why on fire of Hades would she let this happen now? Calm your self my child I will not allow insolance occur innmy presence.
The frowning and pouting had ended when Leandros was but a boy , the goddess thought that she had broken that trait much like his suckingof his thumb. Staring past the man walking past him to stand at the grave of her dead self an dead husband. Waving her hand a bouquet of pink roses lay on it. Understanding that the graveyards were not so much for the dead but for the living. If it were up to the dead they would be alive.
Twisting her head about to looking over her shoulder . knowing that Leandros was upset but with time that pain would vanish. you say your happy ending but there are more then just one ending . infinite amount of possibilities can happen you have to be either naive or blind to believe that get just one. I did not raise a son to be incompetent.
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