The Dark Paladin of Chaos
OOC Note; happens while Madalena is still in Scherezade's body but using this account for comfort.
Gowns were tossed all around the Nutcracker, a variety of colors and fabrics that clung like second skin adding to the colors that generally made the interior of the ship. Madalena lay on the couch in the room she had changed and turned into sort of a living room, Baal's head on her lap, looking at her with his big green eyes.
Madalena was tired. It was nearing on the end of the year, which meant everyone and their mother had a ball to throw, and she'd attended each and every one of them, some as a representative of the Confederacy, and some because of friends. It was not something she could ever imagine having happened to her, but she was completely and entirely partied out.
Her hand rested against Baal's head, but her eyes were glued to the ceiling. It was a season of joy and festivities, but she felt anything but. The fight she'd had with her brother some days ago was still fresh in her mind, and t was making her completely miserable. His return was meant to be a happy celebration, but instead there was distance, few words as possible, and then…
Madalena turned on to her side and grumped. She had cried the first days, and that was thankfully now slowly going away. With another grump, she picked Baal up, noting how much heavier he was becoming after the most recent growth spurt, and cuddled him on the couch, closing her eyes. She had no intention of sleeping, and did not fall into a nap, but a small rest was maybe what she needed.
Gowns were tossed all around the Nutcracker, a variety of colors and fabrics that clung like second skin adding to the colors that generally made the interior of the ship. Madalena lay on the couch in the room she had changed and turned into sort of a living room, Baal's head on her lap, looking at her with his big green eyes.
Madalena was tired. It was nearing on the end of the year, which meant everyone and their mother had a ball to throw, and she'd attended each and every one of them, some as a representative of the Confederacy, and some because of friends. It was not something she could ever imagine having happened to her, but she was completely and entirely partied out.
Her hand rested against Baal's head, but her eyes were glued to the ceiling. It was a season of joy and festivities, but she felt anything but. The fight she'd had with her brother some days ago was still fresh in her mind, and t was making her completely miserable. His return was meant to be a happy celebration, but instead there was distance, few words as possible, and then…
Madalena turned on to her side and grumped. She had cried the first days, and that was thankfully now slowly going away. With another grump, she picked Baal up, noting how much heavier he was becoming after the most recent growth spurt, and cuddled him on the couch, closing her eyes. She had no intention of sleeping, and did not fall into a nap, but a small rest was maybe what she needed.