Kristoff Vernard, aka Kristoff Von Doom (discardedheir) wrote,
@ 2009-07-25 22:03:00

Flashback (back to the regular kind)
Kristoff Vernard was nine years old, and everything was finally back to normal. He knew who he was properly again. The Master was done with his dimensionwinding travels -- and it was really him for certain, and Kristoff was privileged to be the only one furnished with proof. And life was quiet and happy again in the castle.

He was reading a book on Goedel when he noticed someone was in the room. He looked over.

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nextgen_parent
2009-07-26 08:56 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sure they are." Amora takes his left hand, examining it as if she were looking through his skin.

"As are mine for being here, young prince." There's a bit of intonation on young, rather than little. "The boon is mine to grant as I see fit." She raises his hand to her lips and bites the third section of his middle finger lightly. The flesh is unbroken, but a drop of blood appears, encircling the finger before fading from sight.

She reaches for his other hand, holding his fingers to the spot. "If there is ever a task within my power, you may ask it. Grasp your finger in this manner, and whisper my name. There is no need to yell, just whisper."

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discardedheir
2009-07-26 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Kristoff reacts with raised eyebrows to all of this, but doesn't pull his hand away. He knows it wouldn't be easy to do, for one thing. It is certainly a little awkward, out of context or in, when one's brother's mother bites one's finger, though.

"I understand. Thank you, though I do not know that I will ever see the need." He won't; he tells himself. And then he reminds himself that he has ~~lots of brooding~~ repairs to continue. "Is there anything else you wish to discuss, Madam?"

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	nextgen_parent 2009-07-26 09:41 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm sure you believe that right now, young prince." Amora floats past him to examine the gaping hole in the wall. "Was there a battle here? In what seems like your own private sanctuary?" She looked back at him over her shoulder. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	discardedheir 2009-07-26 09:45 pm UTC (link)
	A long pause as he looks to the wall. Finally. "Someone I care very strongly for does not feel quite as strongly for me." He straightens. "When reflecting on this and on affiliated circumstances, I was less than reasonable for a moment." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

nextgen_parent
2009-07-26 09:49 pm UTC (link)

"Aww.. a broken heart? Mending that particular state of affairs is certainly within the means of my powers, young prince." Amora grins seductively. "Whether working my ways upon your lady, or upon yourself, if you wished."

She then looks momentarily delighted, floating back and running fingers through his hair. "Less than reasonable? Is that how you choose to describe your righteous anger?"

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discardedheir
2009-07-26 09:58 pm UTC (link)

There's a very, very small part of his mind that takes a surprised, curious interest at her words. Psychologically-metaphorically speaking, it is swiftly and repeatedly punched in the face by the dominant portion of his mind and told to go in the back with the Doom programming.

"Thank you, no, Madam. I will not have her manipulated, and I do not wish to love her any less well or faithfully than she warrants."

Kristoff turns his head away. "It served little useful purpose."

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	nextgen_parent 2009-07-26 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	"Noble, and perhaps a bit sad." Amora shrugs with a wry smile. "Much like the man that gave me my son, and that you wish was your father." She strides away from him. "If you care to reach me... simply whisper my name, my handsome young prince." She hesitates for a moment before departing, lest he wish to say anything. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	discardedheir 2009-07-26 11:07 pm UTC (link)
	To call the comparison in her words somewhat bittersweet for Kristoff would be quite an understatement. His eyes shut, his head lowers more. He forces himself to speak before she leaves. "Thank you. For the record, I believe Vincent might be interested in seeing you sometime." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_parent 2009-07-27 12:05 am UTC (link)
	Amora blinks, and the smile fades from her face. "When he's ready... we will have much to speak of. Not this day though. Not this day." There is a brief shimmer of light as she vanishes. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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