Have A Drink....or Twenty [Freyleif/Melody/Wraith]

Freyleif woke up groggily sprawled all over the bed wearing nothing but her undergarments and golden hair haphazardly splayed. So many things had happen over the weeks, month? Freyleif couldn’t remember or too tired to remember how long the days were. As soon as the invasion was over, she had secluded herself into the barren lands of Iceland to mull her new life away from Angeni. Then Aitrus suddenly showed up with his plight to get his revenge on the shinigami and bring her back into the fold of the Quincy Order as his Knight, following that she was busy meeting other Quincy until there was word of a challenger going after Weylin. Cressida had the balls to face the King over the rumors that he ruled as a tyrant and also his lack of leading the Quincy, surprisingly Weylin handed over the crown and made the woman Queen before stepping away. Of course, Freyleif stepped up to nab the crown due to that insistent obsession in her soul - it nagged her like a parasite and even to this day there were lapses she didn’t feel good but hid behind a facade of smiles and sunshine.


She peered around the room then up to the clock it was nearly 2:30 noon time, fantastic, she had slept in. Actually, it felt good for once to just sleep. She stretched and felt around the bed for her lover. Nothing. She sat up with a frown, did he escape while she fell asleep drunk again? The corner of her eyes caught the red coat of Wraith’s moving up and down, he had decided to sleep on the couch? Ugh. She gave a tsk before dragging herself out of bed and picked up her cell phone laying on the small desk. She then stood there contemplating on texting Angeni as it had been a long while, to her, that they spoken. How was she? Well it wouldn’t hurt to text her.


“Hi Angeni! I’m coming over if you’re home!” send, her thumb quickly punched in a text then dumped the phone on the bed before striding over towards Wraith.


“Kenbou~’ she leaned over to whisper into his ear. “Wakey, wakey.” she gave him a nudge then leaned in even closer to kiss his lips. She waited until he awoken before speaking once again. “Kenbou, I’m missing Angeni and want to go over to her place - er, home. Will you come with me?” she still considered the manor her home too even when she decided to move in with Wraith despite all her Quincy duties. She gave the thief the biggest pouting, pleading, and begging face ever - he still needed to see Angeni and have their talk and she wanted this relationship to work. The blonde gave Wraith one big hug before moving off towards the bathroom to take a quick shower, though she hoped Wraith would join too.


-----


Freyleif walked up the entrance hillpath leading up to the manor in the mountains. She wore her Queenly diamond tiara and casual clothes - she didn’t need to be dressing up in her Quincy uniform for this visit. She wondered if Angeni was taking care of her white raven or if that silly bird feed himself to stalk her around again. That bird was an enigma and rather smart in tracking people (or stealing things) if it needed to, a rather odd gift from her grandfather to make up for all the wrong doing. She approached the door and rapped thrice then awaited a moment before pushing the ringer just to be annoying.


“Angeni! Are you home? I’m coming in!” she said teasingly.

607

Routine. Wraith awoke to his name being called. An event he had gotten used to ever since Freyleif decide to move in with him. Whenever he was home, if she woke up before him she would always find him and wake him up. It didn't matter where he slept or, when he came in. Freyleif would always find him in the morning. If it wasn't for the fact that she herself woke up at some of the most random times, Wraith would always swear she was an alarm clock.

"Angeni?" the thief repeated with a slight yawn following his words. It took a few seconds for his newly awakened mind to connect the name to a face, and then fill in all the details afterwards. However, when all was said and done the brown haired male understood what was happening. "Ah, yer' big sis' right? Wanna' see her, huh?" he paused for a moment as he pondered what would happen if he tagged along. After a few moments of contemplation, he sighed mentally and accepted there was no time like the present to get whatever train wreck was awaiting him out of the way. "Sure I'll go wit' ya', but you head on firs' I'll catch up wit' ya' in a bit. I got a quick stop ta' make."

After the girl hugged him and showered the thief made a few phone calls and removed himself from availability for the day when it came to his job. He openly sighed as he listened to the water in the shower. He was really going to have to learn how to start saying no to this girl at some point. Well, it was fine for now. After Freyleif showered and left Wraith did the same. He didn't fall for her attempt to get him to join her this time, for he knew it would just make things take all day.

The stop the thief had to make was a simple one. So simple in fact that as he got to that bridge that lead to his destination he saw Freyleif not to far ahead of him. He thought about it for a moment before he simply hastened his steps. This timing allowed it so that as the door was closing behind Freyleif, the thief silently caught it and entered a few steps behind her. She called out to the owner of the house, and then a strange sound caught the thief's attention. However, he decided not to question it for now.

"Yo. Sorry fer' intrudin'." said Wraith casually as he finally caught up to Freyleif and stood by her side to look into the room. It was there that he was greeted by subtle scent, a strange scene, and his mind realized what the sound from earlier was. The woman Freyleif came to see, seemed to be in quite the state sitting on the couch with her head down. A girl Wraith hadn't seen before was standing there arms behind her back while greeting Freyleif. Just from this and that faint scent Wraith had a guess as to what was probably happening. He spent a lot of time in bars after all, so he knew what alcohol smelled like, and that noise earlier was definitely a glass bottle. However, not knowing the details Wraith could only make one move in this situation that hopefully wouldn't make things worse.

The thief stepped forward and placed down what he had gotten from his little stop on the table in front of Angeni. A fresh and untouched cup of hot coffee he had picked up on the way here now sat before the white haired woman. A subtle smile rose to his lips as he spoke, "Looks like ya' need dis' a bit' more den' I do."

With every bottle that she emptied, Angeni hoped that the thoughts she had been drinking to be rid of in the first place would be buried and forgotten. In a way, it was successful---in the sense that instead of thinking about her troubles she was focused on what the next drink in a long line of countless others. Her unfocused gaze swept over the littered bottles in front of her before lazily settling on the nearby liquor cabinet. Despite the excessive amount she had already drank thus far, the supply within the cabinet barely seemed to have suffered. It was clear that she had thoroughly prepared her "supplies" for this moment. The bottles at her feet rattled dully as she stumbled to a lazy stand, transitioning into a drunken slog towards the aforementioned cabinet. A sluggish grip pulled first a bottle of vodka, then an aged scotch, and finally a particularly potent brand of tequila from their resting places on the shelves before she trudged back to her place on the couch. Unceremoniously she slumped back down onto the cough, the bottles clinking in her grip as she did.

The nail of her thumb gave off a silvery glow and settled against the top of the vodka bottle. With a quick flick the top of the bottle was sliced away, a clean cut delivered while simultaneously smoothing the newly created edges of the bottle's neck. With only a few large gulps the bottle had been emptied and immediately discarded with a shower of glass against the nearest wall. Without a moment's reprieve, she had already opened the scotch and proceeded to power through that bottle as well. She had only gotten halfway through it before a dull pulse shook against her hip. It was enough for her to pause in mid-imbibe to lazily search her person for the source of the pulse. Eventually she retrieved her phone, squinting through the blurred haze of her vision to view the screen. Angeni read over the screen several times before finally being able to register that she had received a text message from Freyleif informing her that she would be visiting. Vaguely she recalled wondering what the girl had gotten up to after their separation in that....other place.

"Oh...okay." Her only response before tossing aside the phone onto the couch beside her, not even bothering to actually respond to the text message in the first place. And so she resumed her drinking, now finishing down to a fourth of the bottle. Once more she retreated into her drinking, oblivious to the playful knocking and incessant doorbell ringing of Freyleif, or even the fact that Freyleif had technically not come alone...or of the third guest that had shown up moments before Freyleif's arrival.

A faint whisper, spoken with familiarity and...compassion? Love? She couldn't exactly tell, nor could she truly make out what was being said. The words were completely ignored, drowned out by the repetitive gulping as Angeni finished the scotch and moved on to the tequila. The sudden movement and loud clatter of bottles caused a halt in the rise of her hand to bring the bottle to her lips. Reflexively, and likely without her own knowledge of it, jagged barbs of crystallized reiryoku sprang up around Angeni an arched dangerously close to Melody---not unlike the claws of a predator reaching towards its prey. But just as quickly as the barbs had formed, like cheap glass they became brittle and crumbled away. Angeni's blurred vision drifted towards the shimmer of gold that was Melody's hair as she scrambled to gather up the bottles and turn towards the doorway; in that moment an association was made. This was...someone she knew? Perhaps? Her eyes narrowed slightly as she resumed drinking yet again.

Another voice spoke and again, somewhere deep down in her intoxicated thoughts, an association was made. Shifting her gaze away from Melody, her glassy focus settled on the cup that had been presented to her in good faith. Her nostrils flared briefly, a quick whiff of coffee grounds and creamer mingling with the stifling scent of alcohol. Her free hand reached forward, layered in a haze of icy mist as it settled around the cup.

"I don't need or want coffee; if I wanted to be sober, I would be." Drunken hostility chilled her words in the same way that her dominion over water flash froze the coffee, to the point where the cold would actually begin to burn. With a disinterested flick she tossed aside the cup, letting it shatter feebly on the floor. The reaction hadn't been because of Wraith; the reaction would have been the same regardless of who had presented the cup to her. With a dull groan Angeni heaved herself to her feet, the now empty bottle slipping from her grasp and clattering to the floor among the rest of its discarded brethren. A dreary eye rose to behold Freyleif, the barest of focus centering on her. For the first time since the three guests had arrived, Angeni consciously turned her spiritual senses on the girl. It was a brief scan, but it served its purpose.

"Your hymen is gone, did the thief steal that, too?" "Liquid courage" had struck again, delivering a blunt remark that was usually foreign to Angeni's style of dealing with others. Not long after the comment had been made did she finally become actually aware of both Wraith and Melody's presence, though it was Wraith that she addressed first.

"Oh, speak of the criminal, finally grew a pair and came to talk, huh? Or did Frey have to drag you out here?" She gave him a quick glance-over before shifting her attention to Melody.

"And you..." She moved towards her, bottles and cans rattling across the floor as they were shifted aside. Her hand clasped the collar of Melody's shirt and she pulled her forward, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was long overdue.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Current Word Count: 1,007
Total Word Count: 1,912

Freyleif briskly walked in once she noticed the door unlocked and waved at Melody in greeting. It felt a little awkward seeing Melody because she wasn’t sure if she still disliked her after their fighting long time ago. The young Quincy had to hold her grudge for now and accept that Melody was just trying to help her grow a ‘spine’. Regardless, Freyleif’s aura pulsed as happily as she was (probably because she had so much sex with the thief yesterday) and beamed when her eyes lingered on Angeni despite seeing her in such a drunk stupor.

She jumped in startlement when Wraith appeared, she honestly thought he wouldn’t show up and was busy on one of his ‘jobs’. She still didn’t understand why he couldn’t tell her about his adventures in the guild - there were still things she had to accept him even if it upset her.

“It’s fine, thank you for coming anyway, love.” she said reaching out to take her love’s hand and interlace their fingers if allowed. The scent in the room was nauseating as it overwhelmed her nostrils, she clenched her lover’s hand a bit hard and leaned against him affectionately and even pouted up at him when seeking a kiss before he walked forward towards Angeni.

“It’s nice to se-” she began before her eyes widen like a deer caught in the lights. Angeni bluntly cut in, unlike her to be like this, and spoke of her hymen being taken. How did she know!? Her cheeks burned on fire as they turned red in such embarrassment and shock. Hands quickly , out of instincts, covered her stomach as her gaze lingered off towards Wraith a moment then towards the wall. “I- I, what?” she stuttered bashfully in reply. “N-o he- how did you know?!” she gulped and looked about quickly for some kind of an escape route. She wondered what else the woman could ‘spy’ in her ‘sacred’ grounds of womanhood. The thought dug at her and it honestly made her curious that maybe one day she’d sneak by to visit Angeni to get a diagnosis in that progress. For now, she felt far too exposed and embarrassed, especially with Kenbou there and she quickly made her way to the couch to hide under some pillows just when Angeni kissed Melody without regard.

"Mom! That's embarrassing." she peeked out from the pillows she pulled around her. Still had a habit in looking up to Angeni as a parental figure even if they had dated and things just got awkward for the young blonde. She hoped Wraith would come soothe her panicked state or even Melody to do something. She bit at her finger nails and buried herself back under the pile before Angeni would look at her oddly. Her spiritual energy swirled about her chaotically and had trouble keeping it suppressed, even tiny black cloud shapes hovered around her out of the reiatsu.


488/607=1095

Bored. Once Wraith noticed that the person they came to see was clearly drowning her sorrows this was one of the scenarios he had predicted. He spent a lot of time in bars, so drunken rampages were something he was used to. Though given how Freyleif talked about Angeni, he for some reason expected more out of this situation. However, he just found himself disappointed to the extent of boredom. A soap opera situation was unfolding before him and Wraith just found it so very boring.

Freyleif had taken his hand at first, but after a few words from her 'big sister' she quickly ran away and hid. Wraith watched the scene without saying anything, even as the drunken woman turned to him and said whatever she wanted. Of course Wraith didn't bother reacting, or getting angry. What she was saying had some truth to it so there was no point. Besides, he wasn't all to concerned about what she thought about him in the first place. It was more Freyleif's relationship with her that concerned him, and with the girl in question cowering on the couch the thief found himself thinking about his next movements.

It was then that the girl he didn't know was grabbed and kissed quite aggressively that, Wraith understood a few things. Angeni seemed far more complex than he originally thought based on Freyleif's descriptions of her. He titled his head as he came to a slight understanding of the relationships of the women in the room. Both of the younger girl's instantly became embarrassed, Freyleif more so as she screamed something about Angeni being her mother. The girl he didn't know seemed to be in some sort of emotional turmoil, so Wraith could assume based on the words of the two their relationship was a bit strained before this exact second.

The girl he didn't know turned her words towards Freyleif and himself, as though to change the subject.As the Quincy was in no condition to answer, Wraith sighed and responded on his own. "Nah, no plans. Jus' Frey-han was bein' adorable and cryin' about how she wanted ta' see her beloved Nee-sama so bad, so we stopped by." said Wraith in what was clearly a teasing tone as he walked away from this situation and entered the kitchen, not caring what anyone thought about his actions or presence. Looking through the refrigerator and the cabinets he noticed the obscene amounts of alcohol stored within the house and sighed again. Angeni seemed prepared to stay like this for quite some time.

Returning to the room where everyone else was with one of the cheapest bottles of liquor in hand Wraith leaned against the wall. "Though it seems like said Nee-sama is in a foul mood in terms o' us, though she would like ta' play a game o' moans and groans wit' ya' instead Blondie." he said with a bit of a yawn after his words left his mouth, still clearly being said in a teasing manner as he wasn't taking this situation at all seriously.

"By da' way, dis' is fer' ma' innocent and defenseless coffee dat' ya' dun' killed." he said in sniffling tone, as he held the cheap bottle of liquor in his hand. Similarly to what Angeni did his hand filled with icy power and he got a little bit of petty revenge. The liquor inside froze quickly and the glass bottle in his hand actually exploded, but Wraith didn't even flinch as this was the expected result, though he still quickly moved that hand behind his back. The frozen cylinder of alcohol free from the it's glass prison hit the ground and shattered into pieces. The thief then yawned again and waited for the conversation to continue.

Angeni quirked an eyebrow at the embarrassed display put on by Freyleif in response to her comment about the young Quincy's virginity---or rather the lack thereof. Had she really been expecting to hide that from her? For months they had lived together as a family, had trained together, even fought together. In that timeframe, they had learned quite a bit about each other, though Angeni could reason that she had become much more matured than she already was simply from taking care of such a rambunctious and troublesome teenager. After all, it was for that very reason that always had to keep a weathered eye---both in the physical and spiritual sense---on the city; no matter where Freyleif went, there was bound to be trouble close behind. It was in her nature, an occasionally endearing but mostly headache-inducing quirk of her personality.

"Honey, be serious, when have you ever been able to hide anything from me? I know you." Angeni mused with a derisive chuckle. For the briefest moment something pinged in Angeni's senses as he gaze shifted away from the comically cowering young Quincy over to her prodigal girlfriend. There was quite a bit of enjoyment on Angeni's end with the kiss, and as usual, Melody was easily flustered by the act. Although, it seemed, her reaction was mostly attributed to Angeni's current condition. She allowed herself, albeit with some mild resistance, to be guided back to the couch and seated. The apparently soured mood brought on by the alcohol cleared long enough for a faint smile to part Angeni's lips. A single finger rose to rest upon Melody's lips and she shook her head.

"You apologize too much, it's just good to have you back home." For a moment, the gentleness returned to her voice, supplemented by an inebriated drawl, but present all the same. She had for the moment chosen to disregard the thief, though she did shoot him a curious glance as he left the room and entered the kitchen. It was then that she remembered the strange blip that she had sensed from Freyleif. It was something foreign, yet also familiar in a way. Absently a hand reached out to grip Melody's hand as she stepped back, though her attention was still focused on Freyleif. A thoughtful frown furrowed her brow, an invocation of her power following shortly after to clear both her senses and her system of the copious amounts of alcohol she had imbibed thus far. In mere moments she was completely sober and her spiritual senses were probing into Freyleif, scanning every part of her soul and body. Slowly her gaze panned downward from her head before settling on Freyleif's stomach.

No fucking way.

Angeni's features became chiseled from stone and her lips pressed together in a thin line. As Wraith returned, Angeni regarded him evenly. His implication of Angeni's desire for intimacy with Melody elicited no response, nor did the revenge display with the bottle of liquor. Silently she rose to her feet, loosing her hold on Melody's hand as she approached him. Deliberate steps, free of their previous drunken hobble, shifted aside the cans and bottles in a short few strides. Just before she reached him, her hand clenched into a tight fist. A moment later she swung; it was a strike operating in the gray area between a proper right hook and a wild haymaker and aimed straight at the center of his jaw.

"You son of a bitch! I should beat the everliving shit out of you!" A hostile shriek as she gripped his collar and shoved him roughly against the wall.

"She's fucking seventeen! Seventeen!" Another swing to the jaw and she released her hold on him in favor of moving over to the liquor cabinet and retrieving another bottle of vodka. Staring daggers at Wraith one final time, Angeni let out an exasperated sigh and ran her fingers through her hair before turning her attention to Freyleif.

"Congratulations, Frey, you're eating for three now." Unceremoniously she ripped the top from the bottle and took three large swigs. If she didn't need to be drunk before, she definitely needed to now.

Current Word Count: 702
Total Word Count: 2,614

She wanted to just disappear under the pillows and pretended she just didn’t hear Angeni’s comment. The young Quincy desperately looked towards Melody once more for some kind of help, any kind of help. She hugged the pillows close to her before speaking to Mel. “Uhm, I wanted to let you guys know I’m living with-” she paused. Unsure if she should call him Wraith or Kenbou now even if Angeni already knew his name. She gazed over to the thief as he left the room and went into the kitchen. “Wraith’s place.” she exhaled out and felt like shrinking when Angeni looked over at her again.

“Uhm, you're right. I always get in trouble.” she replied back to the woman and scratched her cheek with a finger. They lived together for a long time and her ‘guardian’ knew just about everything about the wanderlust Quincy. She was a healer, after all, and Angeni continued to amaze her just by noticing the lack of her virginity. She was bound to get into trouble sooner than later - especially with a cute thief. Jealousy boiled inside her added by the compulsion, and just wishing she could sense things like her ‘Mom’. To have a city-wide sensing was indeed impressive, maybe one day Freyleif could do something with her own unique style to sense the Quincy or Wraith when she wanted to know where he sneaked off to that way she didn’t have to spam text him in a middle of a mission.

“Hmm?” she rose a brow at Angeni as she frowned at her particularly. That gaze did not make her any comfortable either making the Quincy gulp in response to such piercing gaze. What was she doing now? The gaze then moved to Frey’s stomach and she pulled a pillow over it shyly. Slipped a hand under it to touch her stomach before following Angeni’s gaze now towards Wraith. The woman then stood up with all senses back to her and no signs of being drunk from what Frey could tell, and struck at the thief as he leaned against the wall.

“Angeni!” the Quincy immediately stood up, dropping the pillows all over the floor, and moved over to the angry woman and reached out with a hand to place on her shoulder but the woman already moved to the liquor cabinet. She had no idea what was going on - thinking Angeni suddenly got pissed he took her virginity. But that wasn't all.

“Feeding three?” the Quincy was frozen and slowly looked towards the thief in complete dismay. Didn’t he just say he wasn’t ready? How? Her facial expression twisted in all kinds of confusion then slowly her lips turned into a frown of uncertainty before focusing on Wraith. “Are you ok?” she asked moving to hug the thief.

Bloody Hel.

If it was one thing it was another. The teen Quincy hugged Wraith tightly before letting go and turning towards Angeni going to speak but then closed her mouth until a thought struck her once more.


“Three?” she said in shock. Placing up her hand and put down three fingers as she counted in her head. Who was the third she was feeding? It took her a long while to figure this out before she looked at Melody then back to her two fingers. “Wait...I’m having twins?!” she exclaimed as she finally got it. The Quincy’s face lit up with her smile, at first, she wasn’t sure, but this is what she dreamed of, right? Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and mouthed ‘I’m going to be a mom’ many times until it sunk deep in her mind and remained buried. Her brow knit before she looked up at Wraith wondering if he was just as shocked as she was.

“I’m sorry, this must ruin your plans.” she said pouting, stood there unable to decide to go back to the comfort of the couch or hug her lover. She looked down to her stomach and brought her hands along it to massage under her shirt. She closed her eyes still in disbelief she had 'little ones' inside her and pushed her spiritual senses downward from within to try and find them. Eyebrows knitting in concentration as she wanted to find out herself if they were really there or Angeni was just teasing her. A frown spread along her lips as her senses only went to the sounds of her quick pacing beats of her heart, she tried to push hard but the echo like pings didn't go to the location she wanted it to.

763/1095=1858

Dilemma. Wraith found himself sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. The white haired woman that was Freyleif's older sister had punched him quite cleanly in his jaw. He didn't dodge, block, or attempt to resist in anyway. He wasn't trying to fight with Angeni, nor was this unexpected. He had just provoked an angry drunk after all. Though deep down he was a little hopeful that she recalled her words from last time they ran into each, before she and Freyleif vanished into that portal. Those words seemed to signify some sort of trust. However, her current words held nothing but venom. Venom and information that the male was unaware of and not expecting in the slightest.

Rubbing his jaw and tossing aside his sunglasses Wraith looked up from his position on the floor over towards Freyleif. His unique eyes rested on her as he processed the words Angeni had just said. He thought about the other parties position as 'big sister', and why he had originally held himself back. He knew her age without this woman screaming it at him. He knew what it meant when he took that next step without her teasing him. However, now the result... no results, twin results were apparently upon him. These thoughts floating through his head, the thief lowered his gaze and laughed a bit bitterly. "I guess I can't get mad fer' dat' one. Was wonderin' wat' in da' world could cause someone ta' sober up like dat', but now I get it. I deserved dat' one I suppose."

Wraith didn't understand Angeni's power, nor how it worked. However, it seemed as though Freyleif completely believed her, so there was no point in arguing about it. This was a set of circumstances he was hoping to encounter later down the line, but now it was here in front of him. He had to face it, at the very least he promised Freyleif that he would be there to protect her. At the very least this time he wouldn't run away or avoid it. Though the number did send a shiver down his spine as an unpleasant memory suffered for a brief moment. "Twins huh?"

"Don't worry about ma' plans Frey-han, plans can change." said the thief trying to make sure that Freyleif knew she mattered most to him, a very slight smile on his face as he looked back up at her. He still had things he wanted to do of course. Contracts he needed to complete, and although he was hoping to put off parenthood until later. Reality was making him adjust his timeline.

"I am howeva', a man o' ma' word. So, I keep ma' promises. Da' ones wit' ya' Frey-han, matta' da' most." said Wraith as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off. Moving forward he ignored the pain in his jaw and the cut it had caused on his cheek that was now glowing silver and slowing disappearing. In his eyes only Freyleif was reflected, so he went to her and gently pulled into his arms. He was aware the other two were still there however, and added a few more words. "Ya' can curse me, kick ma' ass, or whateva' ya' want Angeni, but believe it or not I love dis' girl and I plan ta' be here fer' her. No matter wat' ya' think o' me, I ain't here ta' use and abuse da' heart of dis' girl."

Suddenly the thief reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A ring box. This was the second item he had picked up on the way here. The reason he had made a phone call before he left his apartment, the coffee was just there as cover so Freyleif didn't ask where he went. He had planned to do this at a better moment. A more private moment, but something told him he needed to do it now. He couldn't give her marriage right now, but he could at least give her the ring. Taking out it's contents Wraith quickly tossed the box aside and placed the silver ring with the design of running wolf on Freyleif's finger and kissed her lips gently. "Dat's ma' heartfelt promise as a man."

Another laugh echoed from the borderline hysteric mystic. Was this a joke? Did Freyleif really just stand there and ask her if she was certain of something she had sensed spiritually? One would think that after all the time the two of them had spent together up until now, Freyleif would have known better. Angeni prided herself on her spiritual senses, spent day after day honing and perfecting them; so if she told a person something in regards to them, it was generally the best course of action to heed her words. She took another large swig from the bottle, shooting the grounded thief a hostile glare at his vocal acceptance of the assault.

"Yeah you're damn right you had that coming. Hell, I should deck you a few more times just for good measure, but I'm going to leave your face recognizable because of Frey." There was a not so subtle venom to her words, unrequited proof that there was validity to her words. With that being said, Angeni once again turned a knowing gaze upon Freyleif, her expression contorting into something bordering between cynicism and mild amusement.

"I can sense and see things clear on the other side of the city at will, are you really going to doubt that I can't pinpoint two growing fetus inside you that weren't there before? Really, Freyleif?" It was likely common knowledge at this point that whenever Angeni called the young Quincy by her full name, she was serious or looking to get a point across. While it was true that she could perhaps link Freyleif's perception to her own to allow her to see the growing children for herself, putting that idea into practice was the furthest thing from Angeni's mind presently. An annoyed exhale through flared nostrils was her response to the mirrored bewilderment---or maybe even surprise and happiness---presented by Wraith about her impromptu announcement. Rather than become more aggravated or physically lash out again, Angeni instead gave a measured sigh in an attempt to calm her nerves.

"Yes, twins." She informed simply as she sat down on the couch once again. Setting the bottle down on the table in front of her, she again gently reached out and took hold of Melody's hand, a slight tug indicating her desire for her companion to sit with her. Silently she listened to Wraith's reassurance to Freyleif, her lips twisting into a slight grimace as he continued. But as he continued, Angeni's expression slowly shifted into something...else. She could sense the truth in his words, in his heart, his soul. By the time the engagement ring box was produced, Angeni's expression had gone wide-eyed,her mouth dropping into a small circle of surprise....likely unbeknownst to her. As the two sealed the promise with a kiss, Angeni finally became aware of her own surprise, vacating it from her countenance in exchange for a more passive look.

"Baby, Frey, can you two give Wraith and I a moment alone? I'd like to talk to him about...this." She requested with the same amount of clarity in her tone that she had exhibited since the pregnancy was announced. Giving Melody and Freyleif enough time to leave the room, Angeni watching them the entire time they left, she turned a quiet gaze upon the thief. For what seemed like an eternity there was an extended silence, Angeni's emerald eyes focused unwaveringly on Wraith. After a moment she rose to her feet with a deep exhale. Her hand rose, the middle finger and thumb pressed together briefly as the nails scraped beside one another in a sharp snap. At the same time, a muffled gust of wind radiated out from her fingers, growing into a soundless barrier of wind whose sole purpose was to deafen the noise within it and prevent those outside of it from hearing what was discussed.

When she said she wanted to speak with Wraith and only Wraith, she meant it.

Once again she crossed the distance between herself and Wraith and once again her hand rose. Instead of hitting him again---which he likely expected and she truthfully wanted to do at least a little bit---her hand cupped his face, the thumb pressed lightly on his chin while her remaining fingers curled beneath it. Carefully, wordlessly, she turned his head slightly to the left then to the right, a keen eye inspecting the place she had struck him. It looked like he possessed some type of healing ability, or at the very least a way to lessen the pain, but it was a temporary salve.

"Looks like I got you good. I guess I must've bolstered it subconsciously." She mused with a physician's focus. The hand that cupped Wraith's chin began to glow with a silvery gleam, a healing mist of reiryoku seeping into his skin to effortlessly mend the damage---albeit minor---she had caused. When his jaw was fully healing a mere moment later, Angeni's hand fell away from his face and she folded her arms across her chest.

"I know you care about Freyleif, everything you told her just now was honest and heartfelt. I figured it was inevitable that you two would become physically intimate given how much she talked about you and how she talked about you. It's just..." A quiet sigh then she shook her head. She supposed that there was still a part of her that felt responsible for Freyleif's well-being, that it was solely her burden to bear. As Jian had shown on one occasion, Albrecht had shown recently over in the spirit world, and Wraith just now with his promises and the engagement, it didn't have to only be up to her. She could trust Freyleif and the friends she had made so far to look after her and ensure her safety. But even then, it was difficult for her to do that. Even more so now, knowing that the girl was expecting twins of all things.

"Look, I don't know you, but Freyleif thinks the world of you so I guess that'll have to do. If you're really going to make her your wife, and build a life together with for your children, then I'll just have to learn to trust you. Make no mistake, though..." She paused, her expression hardening and her stare seeming to pierce through him.

"If you break her heart or make her cry for any reason other than happiness, if you don't treat both her and those children with the love and devotion they deserve, if for any reason you slack off and hurt them...I will be after you and you can guarantee I'll make you regret it as painfully as I possibly can. Understand?" With her warning given, Angeni once again snapped her fingers, this time dissipating the sound barrier she had created. Allowing time for Freyleif and Melody to enter the room again, Angeni plopped back down on the couch and once again picked up the vodka bottle. Despite having just seconds before threatened Wraith with bodily harm---among other types of harm---she appeared to be in a much more favorable and personable mood.

"Well, since we're celebrating a pregnancy and an engagement now, grab a drink you two!" She gestured to Melody and Wraith before slightly pointing the bottle she was holding at Freyleif.

"Not you, though, you only get juice or soda." She remarked as she once again upturned the bottle and began to drink from it.

Word Count: 1,261
Total Word Count: 3,875

Odin’s beard. If it wasn’t one thing it was another thing plus more. Freyleif was surprised by a kiss from the thief and comfort of a hug, she thought he would run away and leave her for good. She still mattered to thief and he surprised her with a box then revealing a silver ring with a wolf running across it. He had this all planned and it shocked the little Icelander. Lost for words the Quincy only could stare at the ring placed on her ring finger and mouth in an o shape in awe. Her thoughts replaced with more happiness that Wraith leveled up to manhood and she hugged him back tightly as a sign of her ‘yes’ to his promise.

Angeni’s laughter broke her out of her racing thoughts and she peered over at the woman with a deadpan expression. Of course, she thought Angeni of some mystery woman who apparently could see that the girl had twins even if she yet noticed. It frustrated her a tiny bit that she was unable to sense the little twerps yet. The blonde Quincy rolled her eyes at Angeni threatening her love and almost wanted to mouth back but held her tongue than make a commotion or girl fight.

“Yeah, yeah sometimes I forget.” Freyleif teased back at Angeni’s comment and slowly pulled away from Wraith. She gave a sigh and shook her head, perhaps tonight she would ask Angeni to help sense the children when everything calmed down. She had a lot of things to worry about; her Queendom and looking over a whole race, she knew she couldn’t let them know and have her own kin back stab her at her valuable time. Some Quincy were just unreliable and Freyleif knew how most of her kin be when it came to the throne.

The young Quincy left as Ageni wanted a moment with Wraith. She followed Melody into the next room and started pacing back and forth in contemplation. “I don’t know what to do,” she huffed out speaking to the other blonde. “I wanted to tell you and Angeni about my recent Queendom but now this came up. I left Germany as soon as possible to come visit Wraith then wanted to announce my role, ugh!” the Quincy paused a moment trying to calm her nerves. How would Angeni take it now that she was Queen of the Quincy? She’d probably tell her to take it easy now that she had twins growing inside her and not fight anymore. It was a smart thing to do, the more she thought about it, and she would go with that decision in going absent.

“I think I have an idea.” she nodded. Once the two were allowed back in the living room, Freyleif moved towards Angeni but stopped when the woman said she had to drink juice or soda. Taking a deep breath, the Quincy looked towards Wraith then back to Angeni with a more serious expression.

“While we’re celebrating and such I have an announcement,” Freyleif said raising her voice. “I’ve already told Wraith, but recently I’ve become the Queen of the Quincy. Ya, a lot has happened and I’d like to talk about the details later.’ she rubbed her left arm before moving to sit on the couch away from Angeni’s. “Sooo, I’m thinking of going absent from the throne where I can safely give birth to my babies without more stress. I thought a lot about it and…” she paused letting out a heavy sigh and glanced at the floor a moment. “As much as I am happy that many families and clans came to me, I can’t trust staying at the castle in Berlin. I know it’s been my dream to become one all this time but I’m scared especially that I know of a family in the line of assassins and I have no doubt this brat teenager of said assassins will try to come back knowing I’m absent. I have a few trust-able Knights in lead and they don’t know I left suddenly to Karakura. So, to get down to it, I want to find someone to be regent while I’m with children and want to give birth in Iceland in my home town, if you're fine with that, honey~.” she nodded defiantly and awaited their responses first before getting a drink.

730/1858=2588