aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Eleventh in a series of character-building vignettes following a bunch of characters through their time at Addergoole & beyond. Orlaith we've seen much later in her life, in the series with her son Hunter-Hale and her later Kept Adder.

(Ora tag here)
(Adder tag here)
(Hunter-Hale tag here)





September, Year 11 (2005) of the Addergoole School

If there was one thing her former Keeper had said to her that had stuck in Orlaith's mind - and there had been far more than that, as Accalon was prone to talking quite a bit, and saying words like remember this while he did so - it was what he'd said about Silas.

Accalon saw things. He saw people's futures, their worst, their best. Sometimes he saw what they wanted, or what could be done to change their path.
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aldersprig: (CeRilla)
Second in a series of character-building vignettes following a bunch of characters through their time at Addergoole & beyond. Orlaith we've seen much later in her life, in the series with her son Hunter-Hale and her later Kept Adder.

(Ora tag here)
(Adder tag here)
(Hunter-Hale tag here)

The Dreamwidth icon is Orlaith's daughter Ce'Rilla.

Content warning: Hell Night



Hell Night, Year 10 of the Addergoole School

"Come on, come on, be mine and all the pain will stop." Someone - she couldn't see who - had Orlaith bent backwards until she felt like her spine would snap, another hand on her ankles like he was trying to turn her into a wheel. Orlaith made a little noise of pain, and then did the thing she did best.

"Come on," she echoed back at him, but her tone was coaxing, harmless. "You don't really want me, do you? You want a prettier girl. Someone stronger, someone more obedient? I'm not really your type of girl, am I?"
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aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
After Decision, after ID.

Ora watched the decision flow over Silas' face and body, his fangs vanishing, his smile coming back. There wasn't that much to watch, but after this many years, she knew her mate well enough to see the shift.

A blind man could have seen the possessiveness as he welcomed her former Kept into their house. Ora didn't mind. Silas had a right to be possessive when someone was challenging his right to their family.

She looked Adder up and down as he entered their property. The boy looked thin, wan, grubby. Worn down. "You said the world was falling to hell." She would never have the arch skill with language that Silas and his late family did, but she could put make herself sound calmer and more innocent than she was. "What about yourself?"
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aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
After Convincing, after Identity.

“Tell me who you truly are, and give us reason to believe it.”

Adder panicked.

Stuck in the man's gaze, he had no choice but to answer. But what could he say?

"I'm Adder, sh'Hana, cy'Caitrin, called the Link. I was oro'Orlaith in my first year of school. We joked about it being oro-oro, remember, Ora? And when I Named Hunter, when I named my son," he was freaking out and he didn't know how to stop, damnit, the first time he met his son and he was hyperventilating. "When I named Hunter, you looked at me, and rolled your eyes, and you said, 'why, Addy?' and all I could say was 'he's going to need both halves to get through it.' Is that enough, Ora, please?"

He dropped his Mask, holding out his hands with the tiny pointed fangs under the nails. "And you know I never show anyone these."

"Careful with those, Adder." Her voice was level and unimpressed. "Silas, I'm convinced. This is the boy I Kept my last year of school."

Adder held his breath. There was no mistaking the fact that she was deferring decision to this... this man. This man who had taken his spot, his Ora, his son.

He needed them. Adder waited on judgement.
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
After Persuasion, after Hyphens, after Step-Father, after Old History, after At the Gate, after Fathers.

Orlaith looked at Silas. She didn't miss the tone in his voice, even if it looked as if their son - and the man claiming to be their son's father - had overlooked it.

Silas had not taken easily to jealousy. It did not suit his cy'Linden nature at all; straightening out the terms of their relationship had been a complicated dance that did not always involve only two partners.

Silas wanted to let this one know who was boss.

And it would do him good to have her back him up on that.

She smiled. It wasn't her nice smile, her doctor-face. It was the one she generally smiled when someone was going to pay for something.

"Well, he does have that little tattoo on his left buttcheek, just inside the crack... but I like your method better, darling."

Adder was looking panicked. "I have a tattoo?"

Ora laughed. She'd expected that response, actually. Not many people took the time to look there on themselves - or on their partners. "I left my mark on you, when you were sleeping." She felt a little apologetic about that, but only a very little. "I was feeling possessive that day."

"...ah..." Adder was blushing. "So...?"

"I like Silas' idea. I'll be more sure you're actually who you say you are, that way."

Adder looked between her and her partner, looking more and more like a lost puppy.
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"What did I tell you?" Accalon's voice was warm against Orlaith's ear. It didn't help.

"If I used my power again..." She gulped. "Couldn't I just have a bikini top or something?"

"If you used your power again what?"

"You would make sure I remembered why I shouldn't. Sir." He'd cuffed her hands at the small of her back, so she couldn't cover herself. "Won't Luke complain?"

"Eventually. But it's a Saturday." He clipped a leash to her collar: that, the cuffs, and the thong panties were all he'd allowed her to wear. "Come."

"Everybody will stare!"

"That's the idea."
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