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Chapter 20: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Wednesday, October 25, 2000

“Ugh.”  The lights flickered out with a crackle.  “Leofric!”

Eriko’s expression needed no light.  Cynara could see the tired twist of her face already, the exasperated way she looked when she dealt with her boyfriend.  She could see Leo’s cringing apology too, the way his shoulders would shrug forward and he’d try to make himself smaller.  It made Cynara want to hug him; it made her want to punch Eriko.

“It wasn’t me,” Leo protested weakly.

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A bit later than:
Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date and Trying Again and Blind Dateand Catching Up and Getting to (re-)Know him
and Also Needs a Title
and More Cya Date and So, Tell me About your Day

See also: Red Thorns
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For their fourth date, Manus brought her a town.

It was more of a settlement, really, a very small grouping of people who all looked at her with big, worried eyes and seemed to be very worried about their lot in life.

She’d known something was up when her normally-peaceful boyfriend was armed and suggested she do the same. “Should I bring a bodyguard?” she’d asked, mostly joking.

“no, that will spook them too much.,” his answer was a lot more serious. “You’ll be safe. you outpower all of them.”

“Them” was this settlement, twenty-three people in a burned-out town that probably hadn’t seen real inhabitance in decades. They looked up at her, and looked at Manus, and looked back at her.

“They want to fly the Cloverleaf flag,” he told her. “We caught them raiding, and stopped them pretty thoroughly, but they looked more hungry than fierce - sorry, guys - and, well..”
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Chapter 16: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Saturday, October 7, 2000

“What is this, between us?”

Cya had moved in with Dysmas.  He’d stated it like a fact, and she hadn’t wanted to argue with him.

Now, she was staring at her trunks where they sat across the room like she was just visiting, while he pressed up against her, kissing her neck and holding her still.

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aldersprig: (Cya Surprise)
So [personal profile] anke is doing #faepril over on tumblr (see here) so I decided to write some fae descriptions. Here's a unicorn mechanic.

Cya had, for once, not been looking for fae.

She had been looking for someone who could help her fix her car, actually, or the thing that, 50 years past the end of most manufacturing in the world, she was calling a car.

It wasn’t that easy, however, when you were three days out from anywhere, you were driving a cobbled-together vehicle that ran on sunlight, hope, and magic, and the last time you’d seen anyone had been half a day ago.
And it was raining.

The man came out of nowhere, or at least, he seemed to, and when he saw her Mask was down, showing off her Fae traits, he dropped his own glamour to show her that he, too, was fae.

The unicorn horn caught her attention immediately, the golden hair - not blonde, gold - that ran all the way down his back, the skin that was just as golden. He was tall, very tall for this long past the apocalypse, and bright like a statue.

When he saw she was squinting, he put up his Mask again, leaving him red-haired and brown-skinned, freckles dancing over his nose that was nearly as pointed as the horn she couldn’t see anymore.

“So. Car troubles?” It was only then that she noticed he was carrying a bag of tools. “I had this sense someone here might need some help.”
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This is in Lady/Sword timeline, and is after everything posted to date. Leo needs some help… Cya Finds it.
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For Cal: This comes after a number of things, including Jeska and Carew wandering around the city talking, Convincing each other to tell their Keepers that they were jealous of… (in Carew’s case, Leo, and Jeska’s case, the cat)… and Carew doing some thinking. Sword/Lady timeline


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So, it turns out, when you get [personal profile] inventrix and I together, what you end up with is a whole lot of different timelines for the same characters.

This is as comprehensive as I can come up with a list of Cya-Leo-Boom timelines we might have posted stories for.

[personal profile] inventrix, if I’ve missed something, misrepresented something, or mislaid something, please let me know!

It appears that the turning points are:

1) When Leo (and thus Cya) gets sane. In canon, and in timelines that could be canon, that happens after Cya builds Cloverleaf, which itself is ~40 years after they attend Addergoole (see Ghost Story).
2) Whether Cya Keeps Leo or he swears an oath of obedience and service to her.
3) If/When they come to the realization that what Cya wants from Leo is not what Leo can provide
“Cya cried,” he says, a little too matter of fact, “because she’s accepted I’m not going to love her back.”
“…The fuck you say?”
“Not the way she wants, at least.”

“So, the basics are simple enough, you’ve got me,” he holds out one hand, “and Cya,” he holds out the other, “and we both care about each other way too much. The problem is, Cya has like a tragic romance thing going on because she wants me to be in love with her back, but like… whatever the hell I feel, it’s not that, and I don’t care what that stupid kid says,” he adds in an annoyed mutter, “I’m not going to go pretending to feel something I don’t when it’s just going to fuck everything up in the end and it’s none of his fucking business anyway.”
Leo pauses and clears his throat a little awkwardly. “…anyway, so. Her side, nice, fairly straightforward, normal romantic obsession. My side, some kind of weird martyr Kept knight thing. Which would be fine except like, the one thing Cya wants more than anything in pretty much the whole world is to be attached to just one guy who will actually, you know, love her back? You’d think after--” He stops himself from tangenting this time. “So since I’m obviously not that guy, I talked her into trying dating so she’s at least meeting people who aren’t fresh Addergoole grad Kept with issues.”
4) Whether they all flip the F out and kill everyone their first year.
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I might add links later. I might bribe people to add tags to things later - I’m totally willing to do that! But for the nonce, this is what I’ve got.
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Chapter 8: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Monday, September 18, 2000 

Cynara had been the new student at more schools than she could count, in at least eight states, two provinces, and a territory.  None of them had ever been like this.

Of course, none of them had been full of fae.  That was mark one.  The horns, the tails, the cute snake-boy with the green hair and the chalk-white skin, the cuter-still dark-haired one with fire in his eyes and tattoos slinking across his bare chest.  The casual discussion in class of fae, of Daeva  - Jaya and Professor VanderLinden, of course – and Mara and Grigori – Luke and Director Avonmorea – and all of this other stuff that her father had only talked about on rare occasion when drunk.  

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After Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date and Trying Again and Blind Dateand Catching Up and Getting to (re-)Know him
and Also Needs a Title
and More Cya Date
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They ordered dinner. There was a moment where it looked like Manus expected Cya to order for him; then he coughed and ordered his own food. Something different than she’d have picked; she wondered if he did it out of some residual defiance.

She hoped not. She didn’t want defiant, because defiant meant he was still thinking of her as an authority figure. Domme, maybe. She could definitely get behind (ha) that. But not authority figure in the rest of his life.

“So,” she asked, over delicious white bread that tasted all the better for remembering years where white flour was hard to come by, with a dipping sauce of Cloverleaf-grown olives (one of her proudest accomplishments was that tiny greenhouse orchard). “Tell me more about being a judge-and-diplomat?”
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Sometime around 2012-2013 - just after the apocalypse.

Entirely the fault of me watching Kong yesterday.




“Idu Intinn… kaiju.”

There were times when Cya really could not fault Leo for believing he was an anime hero.

“Okay, guys, it’s got no brain, take it down.”

Of course, times like this, it would probably be more helpful if he thought he was the hero in a Toho flick.

“Taking out its… uh.. forelimbs… watch the ground… now! Abatu Eperu έδαφος gamma.”

She was probably going to hell for thinking so flippantly about it. Then again, they might already all be in hell.
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After Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date and Trying Again and Blind Dateand Catching Up and Getting to (re-)Know him
and Also Needs a Title
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Cya reached over the table and tapped Manus on the top of the head. “Okay. Rule one. No pouty faces in public.”

“I thought rule one was ‘don’t attack you?’”

“That’s rule one for Kept. This is rule one for boyfriends.”

“Oh, so there’s a completely different - wait, what?”

Cya waited a moment for him to catch up, one eyebrow raised in her best teacher face. A moment later, he smirked slowly. He always had been one of her smarter Kept.
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After Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date and Trying Again and Blind Dateand Catching Up and Getting to (re-)Know him.

Cya looked at Manus over her water. The waitress was hovering nearby; she gestured the woman over and placed her order, let Manus place his. She ordered wine from the local vineyard because she was proud of it (and because there wasn’t that much other wine to be had, although she’d recently opened up trade with a place a couple days’ travel away). He ordered whisky.

“You get why I built it?”

“I thought I knew back then. I mean, it pisses Regine right off. The school, especially. Kids that go from your school to her school - oh, it makes her mad.” He grinned in that way that shared in the schadenfreude of Regine’s anger.

She smiled back, because she had been trying to piss Regine off, although it had been a tertiary goal.

“But I mean, that’s the school. You could’ve built a shell around it and called it good, but you have like a whole nation here.” He sipped his water. “I get it now. I didn’t, then.”

“Yeah.” She looked out the window. There was a park behind the restaurant, and through a decorative screen of ivy, she could see kids playing. “I wanted to build safety.”

“That’s pretty cool, you know.” He cleared his throat. “So. Warwick, he said you were looking for someone to date. I don’t remember… well, you didn’t date before, did you? I guess I might have missed it…

“I didn’t,” she confirmed. “This is, well. It’s a new thing.”

“And… you probably weren’t looking for old Kept.” He looked down at the table.
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After Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date and Trying Again and Blind Dateand Catching Up.

Cya studied Manus thoughtfully. “You like Montana?”

“Let’s just say… I like what you’ve done with the place. I’m not old enough to remember Montana,” he admitted, “but I like the Cloverleaf region. You’re still here, though. When I was here, I thought maybe you’d move on.”

“I hope you’re not disappointed.” She struggled to keep anything out of her voice. Life had been easier, in a manner of speaking, when she just wasn’t feeling things.

“Oh, not at all.” He looked at her. “Something’s changed in you.” He flopped a hand. “Thirty years, a lot has changed, I’m sure. I’ve grown up, changed, I imagine you have too. But you’re a lot more animated.”

“I’ve been, ah. Learning a lot about myself.” She shrugged. “So you stuck around?”

“I worked for a caravan for a while. I’m pretty good as a guard, and there were trade caravans that were having trouble with bandits and Nedetakaei, wyverns and wolves. And that worked out fine, but when I talked a bandit out of attacking, he decided that I should be working for him for a while… so that was about four years.” He grinned, lopsided and not at all abashed. “Turns out I like working for people. I probably should’ve figured that bit out a while ago. But I didn’t like…” the smile slipped. “Well, I didn’t like what he was doing. So I moved on, which took some work, let me tell you. Did a few other things before I ended up with this judge-like gig. I like it.” He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. “I get why you built a city, now.”
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After Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date and Trying Again and Blind Date.

“You look good.”

It was no surprise he was handsome, of course; for one, he was from Addergoole, where handsome was the norm, and for another, she’d picked him to be her Kept, which almost always meant that they fit within her two very specific types.

It wasn’t what she meant, in this case.

He smirked back at her and pretended to misunderstand. “Good genes.” He brushed away her response before she could say it. “I’ve been doing well. Doing good, too.” He ducked his head and grinned up at her through a sudden fringe of brown-black hair, a trick he’d excelled at thirty years ago and seemed to have been practicing. “Turns out your lessons stick.”
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Chapter 4: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


“Creepy.” Cynara stared at the barn, at the lift slowly lowering the Jeep, at the warehouse they were coming down into. “This is not exactly inspiring any confidence in this Adder’s Who—”

“Addergoole.” Luke Hunting-Hawk was not the most talkative of travel companions, and he clearly didn’t want to be out here hauling her in. He’d been wearing the same pissed-off since he showed up at the motel room door to collect her. “It’s the Addergoole School.”

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After Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date and Trying Again.


She had agreed to meet him in one of her favorite restaurants, in the back left corner booth. When she got there, she found herself staring.

By arrangement, she was wearing a dark red dress and a gold net in her hair. There was a man in a top hat in the suggested booth.

A familiar man.

The top hat had a red flower in the band; it was either her date or there was a series of coincidences too huge to be likely going on.

There were a lot of people who looked very similar, she reminded herself. One of their great-grandchildren was the spitting image of Leo’s half-brother Yngvi, for instance.

“Hello. I’m told that there’s geese flying south.”

The guard who had set them up had an amazing sense of the dramatic.

“Oh, but only in the… Cya?”

“Manus?” She sat down across the booth from him. “I thought it might be you. I didn’t know you were in town.”

“I wasn’t. That is, well.” He ducked his head. “I’ve been working in Neihart Mt., but Warwick, he travels there for the city. And he said he had a friend he thought I should meet....”

“He said something similar to me. Well…” Cya smiled crookedly. “It’s been a while. Twenty, thirty years…”

“Thirty-three, since you Kept me.”

“I was thinking since I’d seen you.”
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After Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date.

The first date was… awkward.

No, the first date wasn’t. The second one was awkward.

The first date, he’d looked at her, dressed up instead of the way he’d met her, and cleared his throat in a sort of panicked noise. “I didn’t realize you were the Mayor!” He stood up so quickly she thought that he might have a speed-based power. “I, uh. I have to go - I have to go. I’m sorry. But I - no. You’re the Mayor.”

She’d gone running after that, back into her “plain-clothes” with her hair twisted up in a scarf so its trademark red wasn’t visible. The guards along the city wall knew who she was, of course, but they weren’t going to gossip about the Mayor and the angry look on her face. They liked their jobs.

The second one, then. She’d been a little poised for trouble. She’d made sure he knew she was the Mayor. She’d picked a place that her power said he and she would both enjoy.

And she’d Found him, after all. He was someone who could like her, who she could like.

And they found they had almost nothing to talk about. She worked in education, urban planning, and the explosive business of protecting her territory. He was a wanderer, a vagabond, who fixed things as he wandered through. “I like your city,” he said, and probably meant it, “but how do you - I mean. Don’t you get bored, being in the same place, year after year?”

“But it’s not the same place,” she’d protested. “It’s always changing. Always evolving. That’s the trick. A city, one with people, is never static.”

They’d stared at each other in mutual incomprehension and found safer topics to cover until the check came.

The third one had lasted several dates and a few trips home. The fourth one had even met Leo.

This time, she’d let one of her friends in the Guard set her up. It couldn’t, she figured, be any worse than her own attempts.
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After Cya gets ready for a date

Cya was too old for this.

“Go.” Her Kept gave her a gentle shove towards the door. “Listen… ma’am.” He seemed to suddenly realize he was giving her orders. “Just ah.” He coughed. “I was serious. Remember that he’s probably sane, okay? I mean, unless you were doing your trick specifically for someone who wasn’t.”

Cya raised her eyebrows at him, which really wasn’t fair of her. “Do you think I’d forget that?”

He heroically didn’t squirm. “Yeah? I mean. No offense. But I know you’ve told me your crew is a lot more stable than they used to be, but I also know you built a city with your bare hands. And I know what kind of person you’ve been Keeping for - for forever. I mean, I’m that kind of person. And I know what I’m like.”

She tousled his hair - dark hair, this time - and gave him an affectionate smile. “I don’t think I went looking for someone who needed me. But my subconscious does weird things with the Finding sometimes. Thanks, sweetie. I’ll try to remember he’s a normal person.

Normal. She was surprised to find how nervous the thought made her. He was right, Barzillay was. She didn’t have a lot of experience with normal - with normal adults. Normal kids, sure. She’d been teaching for decades. But normal adults?

Remember that he’s sane. What would he do when he realized how much she… wasn’t?

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Okay, I’m not actually sure when this is. It’s in a timeline we’re exploring where Leo and Cya actually talk. <.<

It’s * After Cloverleaf has been around for a while
* After Dysmas has been forcibly removed from the city.
* Not at a time when Leo and Cya have a pre-adult child around.
* Before Cya Keeps Leo, if she does.

And then Leo told Cya she should try dating.


Cya was too old for this.

And maybe, some rebellious part of her brain muttered, she was too young for it.

She checked herself in the mirror for a third time. She gave her Kept-of-the-year a kiss on the cheek. She checked the mirror again.

Her Kept, one of the more clever of the twenty-somethings she’d Kept over the decades, chuckled gently at her. “You look beautiful, you know. You always do. You look regal tonight.”

“Too much?”

“No.” He smiled crookedly. “I could wish it was me, but -”

“But.” They’d had that conversation. She gave him another hug. “The night’s your own. Do not do anything that will make the city guard have to come find me. Or make me have to come find you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” As far as Kept went, he was one of her better behaved, so he only smirked at the unneeded admonitions. “And you, Mayor Cya, make sure to give him a chance, and don’t try to fix all of his problems in one day.”

“…Have you been talking to Leo?”

Head South

Feb. 26th, 2017 09:26 pm
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Cya, after the apocalypse but before her kids go to Addergoole

Cya knew she was one of the good guys.

That was: she knew she was one of Boom, and she knew Boom were the good guys.

She knew that was all that kept her from going off the rails most days.

Some days, all it did was remind her how to cover it up.

She looked at the boy - man - the Kept in front of her and sighed. "You're a mess, darling," she muttered. He was sleeping. The Working she'd done would keep him that way for a while.

She wrote him a note anyway, because Cya believed in planning ahead. I had to run an errand. If I'm not back by Wednesday night, take this note to Howard and tell him "look South."

Of course, almost everything was south from the Ranch, except Canada, but she didn't want her Kept to guess where she was going.

She took her car. It shouldn't still be running, but at this stage, she wasn't the only one with a much-repaired vehicle still on the road, and hey, she could turn dirt into gas, which did help matters.

She tried not to hold on too tight to the steering wheel, but there was a small fire of anger deep in her gut. It was, like everything she felt at that point, a cold fire, a lump rather than a storm.

It was going to hurt someone anyway.

The man sleeping in her bed... When she talked to Addergoole, they told her things were better. They were old fae and had old memories, and they meant Things like what happened to Eris will never happen again. They meant, if it was Luke, who had seen it, or Mike, who paid more attention than he was given credit for, they meant we'll try to make sure what happened to Leo doesn't happen again. Leo was harder. She knew that, even though she didn't really forgive it. Leo's breaking hadn't been nearly as visible as Eris bleeding in the halls.

They told her things were better, but there was only so far they were willing to go. Some people just weren't meant to Keep and some people just shouldn't be Kept, and those mistakes, Addergoole wasn't going to fix any time soon.

And sometimes people were just too good at hiding their poison; some people were just too good at hiding their wounds. Agi, the man sleeping on her bed - he was one of those. His keeper had been sharp with her knife and careful, and her abuse had been subtle enough that it had never been picked up on. He'd gone through the next three years at Addergoole thinking it'd been his fault.

She knew the story too well. This time, someone was going to pay.

She held onto the steering wheel a little too tightly and whispered Repair Workings at the road ahead of her. There was no reason not to clean up as she went, and if this went south instead of just South, Howard would have a trail to follow.
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Two-plus generations after the end of the world. Probably Canon.

“Very good. Now, let’s find Leia, daughter of Pavarti.”

“You’re stunting his growth, you know.” Cya strode into the conference room as if she belonged there. The three people around the conference table looked up at her with variations on surprise and annoyance.

“How do you keep getting past the wards?” Regine fussed. The Director looked as if she was half-curious, half-irritated.

Cya didn’t blame her, but she wasn’t going to explain, either. Not that I Found a teleporter who can sneak past your wards without a whisper would have been that helpful an explanation, either, since Cya had not intent of letting Regine anywhere near her teleporter.

“I Found a way,” she said, instead. “Luke.” She nodded respectfully at the smirking-and-trying-not-to Mara. “And you must be their pet Finder.”

The boy — man, he had a beard and everything — shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not anyone’s pet. And what was that crack about my height?”
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John-Wayne can be found at his own tag; he's Pellinore's son.

Orlaith (Cya's half-sister) can be found here; her son Hunter-Hale can be found here.
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Directly after Movement
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Cya touched his cheek. Luke found himself leaning in to her hand. He tensed, but the touch remained gentle.

“Try to mind your breathing for a minute. In… out.” Her voice had lost all the false sweetness; she sounded like an entirely different person. “In… out.”

Luke paced his breathing to her words and found it an easy pace for long, deep breaths. Slowly, he felt the tension in his wings and shoulders release.

“How’re you feeling?”

They were still barely past halfway through. “I’m okay.”

She tapped his nose very lightly. “Didn’t I tell you not to lie to me?”

He pulled back. “No?” Hunh, he should’ve lied to her. “I mean…”

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been put through the wringer,” he admitted. “But I can take more.”

“You’re doing well.” She patted his shoulder. “After this, we’re going to have a conversation about safe words.”

His cheeks heated up. Luke fought against his wings’ urge to flare out and mostly succeeded. “I know about those. I am in a crew with Mike Linden-Blossom.”

“Good. Then I won’t have to give you the primer.”
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After (no Title)
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"I do hope eventually that isn't a negative for you." She patted his shoulder. "But I don't think 'eventually' is going to be 'today'. Okay, the next..." she glanced at a clock over her shoulder, where it was in plain sight for Luke. "...half hour is going to be experimental. It does not reflect on you as a Kept in general, nor does it set any precedents. Understand?"

"It's a sparring session?" Luke guessed. "Wait..." he winced. "It's the sort of sparring session where you show the new kid he'd not as hot of shit as he thought he was, isn't it?"

"That is a pretty close analogy. All right." She glanced at the clock, nodded, as if to herself, and started. "I'm really disappointed in you for not coming home sooner. I know this isn't what you wanted, but the least you could do is remember that you have a Keeper, and that your Keeper might want to see you once in a while."
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After Leash
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Luke tried to still his body, but his wings kept moving without consulting him first, twitching at the tips and unfolding just to tense up again. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, in-two-three-four, out-two-three four. He hadn't been this agitated in...

"Damnit, Regine, those are my students out there. I have to go. I have to help them!" He'd just gotten a report of another one dead, and a whole team of former cy'Lucas was about to go into the most active war zone on the planet.

"No." Regine's voice was icy, beyond calm and into inhuman. "You need to protect Addergoole. That's what you agreed to, and that is what you are going to do. Tempero Intinn Luka Hunting Hawk..." The Working had taken over his mind, and he'd lost both volition and memory of the scene.


He hadn't remembered any of that until a week ago, not the time he'd actually been standing by the door with his weapons in hand. He'd remembered being angry -- but he hadn't remembered being stopped, turned around. She hadn't wanted him to remember.
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After Knocking Over Pieces
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Cya answered the door when he knocked, looking something between amused and annoyed. "You live here now," she pointed out, in a tone of voice that, in someone else, Luke might think meant strained patience.

With Cya, he didn't think he could assume even that. He shifted from foot to foot, hating himself for doing it but not able to stop the shamefaced way he wanted to grovel and hide at the same time.

"It's your house," he tried, aiming for a gruff voice.
She raised her eyebrows at him. His wings twitched and he shifted his stance to a broader, more stable one.

"It is," he pointed out. "I don't want to intrude."
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This comes about 7 days after the last post, here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1201555.html

Luke had been Kept for eight days, and he had spent 2 evenings with his Keeper. The rest of the time he had spent with Leo's army, doing the job he'd been assigned to - or, at least, the way Leo had chosen to interpret the job Cya had given him.

The army was quite impressive, aside from the whole godhead issue, and there really was quite a bit Luke could do to help. He liked being out in the field again. He'd forgotten how much he enjoyed that: talking to troops, strategizing, scouting. He'd forgotten how much he'd enjoyed being a soldier.

Forgotten - or had the memories pulled out. He'd spend 2 evenings with his Keeper, and she'd spent both of them untangling memories locked up in his mind. Luke didn't want to examine that too closely - or think too hard about why his crewmate, his friend had torn apart his memories and left him with a mind like Swiss cheese.

He glared at the map in front of him and indulged in an overblown wing-flap, knocking over a couple of the figures on the board.

"Why don't you go home tonight?" Leo suggested cheerfully. "It'll still be impossible in the morning."

Luke shook his head. "I'm fine. If I just look at this a little bit longer, I'll figure out what I'm missing."

"No, you're not fine." Leo shook his head. "Come on, you know how this works."

"How what works?" He made the effort to hold his wings in place and not flap, and very carefully put two of the pieces back upright. Pawns. Like Regine treated everyone; like Cya treated everyone.

"Being Kept. Go home, spend some time with your Keeper. You're getting cranky."

"What's that got to do with anything?" This time, Luke didn't control his flap. The little pieces went tumbling again. "These people...!" Leo's order was already pressing at him, though. He fought against it to pick up the poor little pawns. "I'm supposed to be helping you," he tried instead, and hoped it didn't sound too much like a plea.

Leo was looking at him oddly. He cleared his throat and finished straightening the pieces on the board. "Something with the dry creek bed, here, I think that's the solution."

"Go home, Luke. Be with your Keeper before you're unbearable to be around." Leo's voice sounded a little too perky. Luke looked around; there was nobody else in the tent. What...

"I'm just irritated with the map," he lied. He was irritated with Regine, and with memories that he didn't know what to do with, and the nagging sensation that he was doing something awful.

"You know how this works, Luke." There was the briefest hesitation. "Right?"

"Keepers." Luke folded his wings. "You need some sort of proximity." He'd always figured that had a lot to do with the Kept and not so much with the Keeping itself. "I haven't done this before," he added, defensive and not knowing why he was feeling that way.

"You haven't... been Kept before? Cya's your first Keeper?" Leo signaled someone outside the tent.

"Yeah?" Luke shrugged. "I never expected to be in this sort of situation."

Leo's teleporter came in. "Sir?"

"Take Luke here back to Red Doomsday, then return to your normal duties." Leo wasn't looking at Luke. "Go home, Luke."

"Sir." Luke bowed stiffly and let the teleporter take him.
aldersprig: (luke)
follows immediately after the last one, here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1200388.html

Cya - his owner - his... she directed Luke upstairs, making cracks about Mike at his back. Luke held his wings as still as he could -- the stairwell wasn't that wide -- as she teased him about Mike.

"I'm not..." He pressed his wings a little tighter to his back as he reached the top of the stairwell. "I didn't..."

"You didn't sign up to be Kept at all, so of course I don't think you engineered this to get in my bed. That doesn't mean you might not end up there." She chuckled, and once again Luke struggled to keep his wings under control. "To the left, first door on your left. I think you're going to find being Kept very educational, and I think that it might even be good for you."

This time, he flapped. "You knew that already. The oaths. The twelve years." The first door on his left opened into a spartan bedroom: giant bed, three wooden chests, two deep-silled windows with thick curtains. "You've already helped me out."

"The situation helped you out. I'm talking about the actual Keeping."

Luke turned slowly so he could look at her. She was serious, he thought, although he had a hard time getting a good read on her. "You think... being under the collar... will be good for me?"

"It often is. One, it narrows the scope of concerns. Two, it gives you a different set of feedbacks. Three, of course, it's educational. And four, you can find yourself trying on different roles." She gave him a somewhat sad-seeming smile. "I've done this a few times. I have some experience making sure I'm not the only one who gets something out of it."

Luke narrowed his eyes at her. "And what, exactly, do you get out of it?"

He wasn't expecting her to laugh; he certainly wasn't expecting the delighted sound she made. "Do you really have to ask? Oh, you do, don't you?" She giggled quietly. "I get a man in my bed, Hunting Hawk, and someone to help with the chores, help raise my children when I have them in the house, someone to help me run this city... this nation."

"But... Leo?"

"You might have noticed I stopped taking Kept a few years ago."

Luke glanced away. "Yes." And now he didn't know how to feel at all. Something like guilt was gnawing at him, which was ridiculous. She had maneuvered him into this Keeping. She had maneuvered all of them into this - might have even manipulated Leo into the godhead he was currently enjoying. So why did he feel like he was messing up one of her plans?

He stretched his wings cautiously. There was enough room in here for them; there was enough room in her bed for him to lay with his wings spread and leave room for her.

Somehow, he imagined she'd planned that, even if it hadn't been his wings she'd been thinking of. She had to have Kept someone with wings before him.... right?

She sat down cross-legged at the head of her bed. "Lay down - take your time, get comfy - and put your head in my lap."

Luke was moving before he really considered where he was going, and, despite her "take your time" order, was as comfortable as he was going to be in just a couple moments. His head was pillowed on her calf. It felt... intimate.

He shifted, spreading his wings out as much as he could. Part of him wanted to protest that he shouldn't be in a bed with a student, but the rest of him shut that down as the stupidity it was. "What do you want me to do?"

It was a sign of how badly off-kilter she had him that he was just grateful his voice didn't squeak.

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aldersprig: (luke)
A double-crack alternate universe in which Leo gets an army and then takes over the northwest.

After:

Black Knight and White Queen from the 9th and White Knight from the 10th and
Red Queen from the 11th,
and Domination,
Captured Knight,
Captured Knight continued,
Chessboard,and several pieces by [personal profile] inventrix - /directly/ after Chessboard.

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aldersprig: (CyaSmile)
A double-crack alternate universe in which Leo gets an army and then takes over the northwest.

After:

Black Knight and White Queen from the 9th and White Knight from the 10th and
Red Queen from the 11th,
and Domination and
Captured Knight and Captured Knight continued, and several pieces by [personal profile] inventrix, most notably this one, which comes directly before the story below.

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aldersprig: (luke)
A double-crack alternate universe in which Leo gets an army and then takes over the northwest.

After:

Black Knight and White Queen from the 9th and White Knight from the 10th and
Red Queen from the 11th,
and Domination and
Captured Knight, which read first, because AU, and several pieces by [personal profile] inventrix, and now I'm going to need a TOC for this.


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aldersprig: (luke)
A double-crack alternate universe in which Leo gets an army and then takes over the northwest.

After:
Domination and
Black Knight and White Queen from the 9th and White Knight from the 10th and
Red Queen from the 11th, which read first, because Au.


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aldersprig: (luke)
A double-crack alternate universe in which Leo gets an army and then takes over the northwest.

After:
Black Knight and White Queen from the 9th and White Knight from the 10th and
Red Queen from the 11th, which read first, because Au.
Title from - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domination_(chess)

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Red Queen

Nov. 11th, 2016 09:40 pm
aldersprig: (CyaSmile)
A double-crack alternate universe in which Leo gets an army and then takes over the northwest.

After:
Black Knight and White Queen from the 9th and White Knight from yesterday, which read first, because Au.




"Ten years."

She was sitting on the other side of a glass window that Luke couldn't break -- not that he'd tried all that hard. They were speaking through a telephone. The resemblance to a pre-war prison did not escape Luke.

"That's a long time," he stalled. It wasn't, really. Not to creatures as old as they were. "You can't send me to attack Addergoole."
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aldersprig: (CyaSmile)
A double-crack alternate universe in which Leo gets an army and then takes over the northwest.

comes tangental to:
Black Knight and White Queen from the 9th and White Knight from yesterday.



It was possible, Cya admitted, that Leo was getting a little bit carried away.

She watched him in front of his army; she watched him in front of his newly-conquered cities and villages and small states. He was soaking it in, reveling in it; he was glowing with the power and the pleasure of their worship.

She watched as he seemed to get taller, as his antlers seemed to get wider. He wasn't growing, but his image was. They doted on him; they loved him. They praised him and expected him to fix their problems.

It was more than a little possible that he was becoming a god.

It was nearly certain that she ought to stop him. The Council would notice. Addergoole would notice.

She stepped up behind him and began the paperwork and bureaucracy of bringing another town under the Cloverleaf banner.

She wasn't going to stop him yet.
aldersprig: (Cya Surprise)
The AU is Cloverleaf-Era, and Leo has gathered an army around himself and is, uh, taking over the northwest.

Luke is sent in to deal with it, but underestimates Leo's style of fighting and has to nearly kill him to get him unconscious....

...all while Leo's army watches.



The messenger had been pounding on her door for nearly a minute before Cya made it down the stairs. She'd been taking a bath, the sort of long, quiet luxury she only did when she had a full hour or more to herself, and she hadn't been in the mood for company.

He took a long moment to catch his breath when she yanked the door open. She recognized his uniform - one of Leo's, with the blue and the lightning-bolt - and she recognized the look on his face. "Slow," she told him. "Single words." It wasn't good news. It wasn't good news at all. She drew herself up a little straighter.

"Lightning-Blade," he gasped. "Short guy, Mara-wings. Fight." He swallowed and took three careful breaths. "sa'Lightning Blade found himself in, in single combat with this Mara. Both alive. Lightning-Blade down."

"Take me there." He wouldn't be at her door if he wasn't a teleporter.

"Ma'am, sa'Red-Doomsday, your robe?"

She was wearing one of Leo's kimono. "It covers. Take me."

"The army...?" He had a point. She hated that he had a point.

"Come in, bedroom, now."

He obeyed. He was too good at obeying, but she'd worry about that later. She threw off her robe, threw on her best red dress - which, conveniently, was nearly as easy-on as Leo's kimono - and held out her hand to the teleporter.

He was blushing brightly. It was a good look on him. She might care, later. Then they were twisting through the void, and there was no room for such things.

Some day, maybe when she was 200 or 300, Cya might get used to the feeling of being teleported, except it was different with every teleporter. This one seemed to bend space by folding his passengers up.

When Cya had been young, before the world had ended, there'd been a book called Flat Stanley, about a child who had been flattened and learned to live that way, including being mailed to relatives for a visit. Cya felt like that right now. It did not add to her general mood in a positive manner.

The teleporter dropped them out of his folded-space between Leo - on the ground, breathing, unconscious, missing an arm, bleeding badly, one ear gone, attended by a healer in the Leo's-Army uniform - and Luke (the short guy, the Mara) - missing three fingers, half of a wing, and, it looked, three teeth, bleeding, but conscious, "restrained" between two army guards.

It took Cya less than a heartbeat to assess all that. She spun around while those on the ground were still realizing that she was there and punched Luke in the uninjured side of his face. "You fucking asshole," she spat. "I had it handled. And you had to... abatu eperu. You fucker." She waved at the ground and it opened up, her Working leaving a hole just about the size of Luke and 20 feet deep as she Destroyed the dirt and stone under him. "You fucker." She turned to Leo and dropped on her knees. "And you, you bleeding idiot, what made you be such a fucking ridiculous man? Why on earth would you keep fighting? It's Luke, he wasn't going to kill you, you bastard." She touched his shoulder, the one that still had an arm attached, and raised her voice to a bellow. "Where are the rest of the healers? If there are not two more healers here in the next five minutes, I'm going to start burying people. Come on, you assholes, he's your general!"

The healer shot her an insulted look. She returned it with a calm and un-budge-able expression. "There's more damage than anyone but a god can repair quickly," she murmured, quiet enough that only the healer and the unconscious Leo could hear it. "And if I know Leo -- and I do -- there's a whole lot more unseen damage. You'll need back-up."

She stalked away before she pissed off the person saving her beloved's life. She stared down the hole at Luke, who did not appear to be inclined to argue with her. "You asshole," she muttered. "This is going to fuck everything up."

Luke didn't answer, simply stood there, damaged wings folded tightly in the cramped space, and bled.


Flat Stanley: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flat_Stanley


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