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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 20, 2013 23:12:58 GMT -5
"Oh come now love," He handed it back to her," it's custom... I'd bet, and they've been very hospitable to me"
He smiled a little, trying to offer honest comfort. He was truly happy to see her, especially after their 'discussion' from the other night, and could tell she needed to... loosen up a little.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 20, 2013 23:28:09 GMT -5
Else raised a brow at him. He didn't seem to be holding any resentment about last night... nor did he seem to have the after-lingerings of darkness that Else seemed to be experiencing. After what they had been through with the mirror incident. How was he able to shut if off so quickly... how was Celeste able to carry on so casually after seeing the evil that she could have been if she had taken a different path?
The tall Indian guide motioned for Else to partake.
"I suppose... just this once." She brought the pipe close to her shapely lips. "If it is their custom..." Else inhaled. Her body wasn't ready for it. She took it out of her mouth, choking as the herbal smoke filled into her lungs and came back out. And then she found the pipe being reinserted BACK into her mouth.... by Hook. She took another inhalation to satisfy him. This time she didn't choke as horribly.
And each time it came around, it got less and less difficult to handle. Thoughts were escaping out through her ears, leaving a calm void as she watched the dancers around the fire.
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 20, 2013 23:30:31 GMT -5
Celeste didn't take the peace pipe either, she didn't smoke or drink, she didn't like anything that would even take her controle away even in the slightest, so getting high was out of the question, she got up from the fire and left the hut, it was too smoky in there and she just didn't feel like she wanted to be around so many people, she didn't really care if the natives thought it costum to smoke a pipe or to sit by the fire if she didn't want to then she wouldn't, she noticed that all the indians were looking at her... she had almost forgot they thought she was a great spirit... she sighed, that was something she was not.
She went and sat in the shade of a tall tree and tried to ignore the eyes, she pulled her long black curly hair off her face and into a ponytail, she couldn't wait to get out of neverland so she could be her real self again.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 20, 2013 23:33:19 GMT -5
Hook laughed, the smoke from the pipe was very.... pacifying. Since the gauntlets had gone on he'd been numbed to any feelings that required actual thought... but this pipe, it... it created a lovely euphoric feeling.
He leaned in closer and put an arm around Else, she smelled lovely, and now that she was calmer- he found her much more enjoyable to be around.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 20, 2013 23:55:51 GMT -5
Else could feel an arm around her, but it felt oddly welcome. Was anyone else in here getting hot? And spiny? Else went to push her sleeves up, but realize that both were gone, given to make tourniquets for her island companions. She went to flounce the remaining bit of her blouse under her corset, but the last bit of threads holding one shoulder together came apart.
"Aw...damn.....it..." She said, staring at her exposed shoulder. The words came out, without real malice. She looked to the side of her. "Celeste, I'm going to see if I can acquire a new shirt with these savages." Else blinked, wondering why the witch wasn't replying... when her vision came into focus as she realized that Celeste wasn't even there. Just a nondescript squaw staring back at her. "Oh... pardon me..."
She had to get out of there; it was far to cloudy to think straight. Else got up, using Hook to assist her to her wobbly legs. "I....need air." She decided. She thought she was doing fine, but by the time she reached the outside of the hut, and stared into the glaring afternoon sun, she realized that all she REALLY wanted to do... was lay down.
She found the nearest teepee, grateful that it was empty, and collapsed onto the furs laid out on the ground.
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 21, 2013 0:18:31 GMT -5
Celeste noticed Else coming out of the hut all wobbly and she shook her head at her.
She needed to preoccupy herself, to stop being the irritated mood she was in, it did fit her persona at the moment but it wasn't all just an act, she had to do something that made her feel better.
She took out her jeweled flute, she hadn't used it for a while and that was a shame, she put it to her lips and started to play, what came out was a very serene peaceful melude, very breathtakingly beautiful, the flute was not an ordinary flute she had got it as a gift many years ago from a satyr, it could put things to sleep, charm them or make them see illusions when it was played but only if she played their certain tunes and she was not playing any at the moment, so it was just a magically enchanting melody to listen too, though it did seem the charm some of the surrounding natives that were listening to it.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 21, 2013 8:51:13 GMT -5
Else turned onto her back. There was a hauntingly beautiful melody floating in the air. She rested her eyes. Her breathing slowed. Between the smoke and the music, she was finding a very numbing, meditative state. It felt so good not to have the gears in her mind working overtime to keep her going. She felt as though she were sinking into the ground, falling through into soft clouds, and that her hair was magic and everything tasted sweet and spicy at the same time...
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 21, 2013 10:41:39 GMT -5
Hook blinked and watched her leave, why was she leaving...? And why were her sleeves gone??
... It was a good look for her, hazily Killian got up and followed her into the teepee.
"Else? " just as he entered he tripped over her and fell ontop of her, like in the forest,"Else...? You alright, love?" He smiled a bit and took a lock of her hair between her fingers... He'd never felt so at peace in his life, And The Queen looked quite beautiful sprawled beneath him. He ran his fingers down her curves and laughed under his breath.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 21, 2013 14:17:38 GMT -5
A cloud was now pressed up against her, running it's hands up and down her sides, and breathing warm breath at her neck.
This... was a very strange cloud... But she responded back, stretching and admitting sighs that borderlined soft moans.
She finally opened her eyes... and perhaps it was Celeste's enchanting music or herbs from the pipe... or perhaps BOTH... but Else could see Hans above her, clear as day. Forgotten was her anger against him for what he had done. The betrayal done against their love and her body. It was just so good to see his face, on this awful island.
"Hans..." She moaned, putting her arms around his neck. He felt all wrong... his proportions... and his pasture and soil mixed musk had taken on a seasalt flavor. She didn't question it, she just wanted the man in her arms to be Hans... so much...
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 21, 2013 17:15:33 GMT -5
Hook kissed her roughly and pulled her towards him, wanting her closer- but he heard her murmur something... a name, Who the hell was Han's? Hooks good hand had slid up her dress while the hook lightly traced her neck, but... even now this didn't feel right.
Hook sat up backed away from her, had this been another woman... he might have stayed, but he couldn't... not with Else. The woman would personally castrate him as soon as she found out what they'd done....
"No... Else, it's..." He brushed the hair from her eyes," I... I'll be outside" He got to his feet then, stumbling a bit as he tried to find his balance
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 21, 2013 18:09:04 GMT -5
Hans spoke. That's when Else realized that Hans was not Hans. Hans was very much Captain Killian Jones. Yet she did not recoil or give one of her usual appalled outbursts. It HAD to be the herbs.
"Wait... wait Capt'n Jo..." Else slurred. She propped herself up on her elbows to maintain better eye-contact. Now, if he would just stop being all blurry and squiggly. "...I... I owe you an apology...for... for what I said..." She shut her eyes tight and tried opening them again; he was a little clearer to her. "It's a... a flaw of mine. To try and fix others... merely because I feel...soooooo...damned HELPLESS in facing my own demons..." She held her head and slowly laid back down.
"...What I meant was that if she loved you...the way you deserve to beloved..." She started, yawning. "...Then perhaps she would still want you.... to find a...a happy....ending..." Else closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 21, 2013 18:17:29 GMT -5
Celeste stopped playing after a while and got up, then suddenly a group of young native girls came running to her, with paint and feathers, all very happy and excited, they tried talking to her but she still couldn't understand them... but she got the jist of what they wanted... she nodded and sat back down, it was kind of funny to be be getting face painted and getting feathers in her hair so she would look like one of them, because she was actually a quarter indian herself, she even had the black hair that helped the look, her grandmother was a native though she had never met her.
A few of the native girls put face paint on her while the rest braided parts of her long hair and put beads and feathers in it, Celeste actually really enjoyed it, it was somewhat soothing having them braid her hair, they were very gentle, she smiled and kept quiet, she listened to them giggle and laugh while they talked.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 21, 2013 20:14:07 GMT -5
Hook closed his eyes and smiled, her words offered a hint of subtle comfort- even if he wasn't feeling overly upset over the ordeal at the moment.
"Thank you Love," He said under his breath, then turned and started back to the fire. He didn't want to feel anything other than the euphoric- almost emotional comatose he had now. he'd smoke and sit around with the tribesmen until he passed out.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 22, 2013 9:39:03 GMT -5
Else woke with a start... to the same squaw that she had thought was Celeste in the hut. She quickly got up, head only slightly spinning. "I'm terribly sorry! I just..."
The squaw didn't seem very offended by the intruder. The Indian woman saw the sad state of what was remaining of Else's blouse and offered a soft, deer skin shirt, with tribal bead-work that gathered at the sleeves. The queen accepted it.
"I thank you..." She unlaced her corset to put the new garment on underneath. once she was decent again, she walked out to see Celeste surrounded by children, playing with her hair and clothes. The enchantress actually looked happy for once. And despite all her declarations of working alone and making the other two feel like a burden... the Enchantress had not left without Hook and Else. The queen grinned. Perhaps there was more to Celeste then what she was revealing. Else made a note to try and give the witch a second chance...
She approached Celeste, smiling at all the little children. "I see you've made some friends." Else looked at the natives' hard work on the enchantress. "Simply lovely." She then glanced around. "Where's Captain Jones?" She could have sworn that Hook came in to her tent to check on her, but that memory was veeeeeery hazy.
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 22, 2013 17:27:25 GMT -5
Celeste had her eyes closed so she didn't notice that else had come over till she had spoke.
“seems so, i think they just like to play with long hair though... i think they just looked at me and thought ‘new pray’” she joked while smirking. “they do, do lovely work”
Celeste turned her head to the direction of the hut Hook had gone back into, pulling the unfinished braid away from the young native girl who was working on it.
“he went back in the hut a while ago-ouch!” she told else and then got her braid pulled at by the native girl, making Celeste lean her head to the side.
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