Where Have You Been?

[Matreya]

A muffled sigh escaped from behind the tint of a welding helmet. It was not anguished sigh, nor a depressed one. Simply exhaustion. Damien had been filling orders, commissions some called them, at his Workshop on a regular basis, while also now returning to full control over the company.

Not to mention his attempts at making an entire planet the fortress under his domain, for said corporation.

It was a hectic... Well, life truly. Not to mention it had been over a year since he had seen his wife, on top of the six months since Addy had perished. Life had been kicking him, hard. But Damien was never one to give up. Adriel possessed enough power to sustain herself, or revive, had she chosen such. Deneve would bring herself, plus his remaining heir, when she saw fit to do so.

Thus he just returned to what he did best now. Once upon a time he would have went on a hunt, taking down a dozen bounties a month. Or killed a mass number of opponents, or civilians if it fit the part. But recently his craft had become his tool to focus, to relieve the stress.

Pulling the helmet from his face, Damien wiped sweat from his brow, not caring that he smudged grease from the bath where his hand passed. Next went off the heavy smithing apron, which got hung on a wall hook. Then he made for bed.

Once inside the house, he removed his shirt and boots, leaving a trail behind of discarded clothing. Pants then undergarments came next before he face planted the bed, closing his eyes, oblivious to all around..

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[Deneve Verd]

They say grief had a weird way of hitting individuals. To say it had hit Deneve like a freight train was an understatement. She had gone for a lonely girl seeking her father's approval to a warrior to his heir upon his passing. So it should come as no surprise that she would use the various sources at her disposal to find her husband.


Slipping into his home was like a walk in a park, she might have to talk to him about that when she next left Ava with him. As it stood Ava was with her aunt, learning various things whilst Deneve stepped into the role of corporate CEO and Alor of Clan Verd.


Making her way into the house, her nose would wrinkled in disdain at the trail of clothing leading within. Stopping she would lean down pick up each piece and fold it neatly before setting it down upon a chair. Pausing , she would smooth her hands down the simple pencil skirt she wore, sipping away Remnants of invisible dust. It was long before she came to a stop at the room she knew her husband would be located in, she would lean against the frame and stare at him for a few moments before clearing her throat.



"You know, your security is kinda lacking and laying as you are would suck if someone got it in their mind to light your home on fire.. Or blow it up Husband dear.."




Her eyes would glance about the room quickly before once more landing upon the form of her husband, her arms moving to cross over herself whilst the soft clicking of her heels could be heard against the floor in a rhythmic tapping pattern.


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[Matreya]

Damien never said a word, instead rolled onto his back to eye her along the horizon that was formed from his pectorals. She was as beautiful as the moment they had first met. While he had been in... What, 6 faces since then? Each unique in their own ways, and yet she had always come back, and always loved him. Quite the feat, that.

"Laying the way I am?" Damien lazily asked, propping a knee up, eyes drifting toward the roof, "What, the new body isnt appealing? I imagine finding you the same would have been quite the treat." Poof. He was gone. Damien had teleported to the closet, where he swiftly was dressed, popping back to his original position, now clad in a pair of loosely fitting pajama bottoms. Falling back onto the bed again, he gestured broadly, "Better?"

Stifling a yawn, he sighed after, again, "I dont have security, love. With Addy..." He could not speak the words. It was still too soon, "Well, you and Ava gone. I only have myself to be concerned with. When have I ever worried about my life?" The more he spoke it became obvious: he needed the work, the endless movements, nonstop stress. Without it, who knows what could become of him?

The death of his daughter broke him more than his Master literally devouring his memories, the very essence of what he was.

"How might I assist you, my wife?"

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[Deneve Verd]

"What about Addy?" She had thought something was weird when she hadn't seen their daughter normally she was attached to his hip. Moving into the room, she would plop onto the side of the bed and then turn so that she was facing him, hazel hues boring into him in a manner that said she wasn't playing games and he better spit it out.


"I'm pass the point of assistance Darling. Perhaps I simply missed you and our daughter.."


Reaching out, she would brush a hand against his cheek lightly , a tender caress that was foreign to her. She was more of the aloof type normally. Inching closer to him, she would curl into his side before pulling out a flask of whiskey and taking a long swig before offering it to him.


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[Matreya]

Damien sighed as he wrapped his arm around her. Without explaining, he used his other arm to reach beneath his pillows. Pulling out a small rectangular case made of the most lush gems and materials money, with threats of obliteration, could buy. In the center were two words written elegantly: Adriel Daemon.

She was always within a short distance. Always at his hip.

Damien continued his silence as he waved off her drink, instead he then held up a hand. A case flew to his palm from the night table. Opening it, he slipped an odd smellimg, hand rolled, 'cigarette' free. With a light, he deeply inhaled, held it until it seemed he should pass out from lack of oxygen, then exhaled slow as he muttered, "I gutted the man, his wife..their son...even their pets. I wiped them from history." The cocktail joint of a dozen illegal substances finally began loosening his mind and body.

"God. I am always ignoring my thoughts. Move onto the next thing, then you dont have to think. Always faking smiles and interests." Another hit accentuated his words, then he offered a meak smile, "Well, I am glad that sometimes you need me, my dear."

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[Deneve Verd]

Any emotions she had been feeling slipped away into oblivion.. It was like she just slipped into a state of not being before the anguish came crashing in waves. Soon followed by a tidal wave of anger. Shoving away from him she turned to face him her eyes blazing. Any rational thoughts gone.


"YOU COULDN'T FIND ME TO TELL MY THAT THE CHILD I CARRIED INSIDE ME WAS DEAD!?!What the hell is wrong with you!?"She screamed , blinking rapidly in a manner so that the tedious tears would not fall in front of her husband. She began to pace back and forth, shooting him murderous looks every now and then before once more bringing the flak up to her lip.


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[Matreya]

Damien said nothing for a moment, smoking more while he gave her a chance to pace and accept what had happened. Taking back the urn, he slid it back from where it had come then said, "Where were you? How was I to find you amd tell you? You left, and I havent seen you in a year. I tried Den. I did." He then rose to a sitting position, one leg propped on the end of the matress.

"It was stupid. She was trying to be more independent. She went on a missiom alone, and... Well..." Thinking over the way he had found her body, the things he then had done to the culprits family before ending them, he began to feel anger rising over it once more.

"Its my fault, and I have to live with it." Was all he could say.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"How is it that I can find you almost instantaneously and yet you cannot find me. I'll not have your poor excuses. You intentionally didn't tell me as a means to punish me for being a shoddy wife"


Stopping before him, she gave him a cold look, her lips pursed as she thought of what her next words would be towards her husband. Placing her hands upon her hips she began speaking softly."Hear my words and hear them well Damien Daemon. If I find out that you didn't try to reach me. Then I will never let you see Ava again. Though, this would explain why Ava has gone mute.."


Some people reacted to grief well. Some lashed out in anger before the sadness got them. Deneve just happened to be one of the ones prone to anger before sadness. Taking a deep breath, she would glare at the flask in her hand.


"This blows, I came to you because I wasn't doing well after my father's passing and I get this double blow.."A shaky breath was taken before she moved to the opposite side of the bed and sat down, the flask being placed off to the side before she buried her face in her hands. Jesus, she suddenly felt very old.


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[Matreya]

Damien rose to his full height, (towering over certain midgets >.>) then moved to crouch between her legs as he began, "Deneve Verd, you have been an odd wife. I wont lie. You didnt even take my last name." He offered a smile, if she looked, so she would see he was teasing her, "But I would never attempt to keep our loss to myself. I would do my best to take your pain away, but I would make sure you knew." Grabbing her hands, he pushed her hands above her head and held them there as he pinned her beneath himself, "I love you, I do, and always will Den."

He kept himself still, for a long moment, then grinned, "If I let you go am i gonna get hit?"

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"But, my last name is cooler than yours..."It came almost instantaneous, her brow arching slightly at his words. It was only when her husband pinned her that a slight smile tugged at her lips before she smoothed it away. He wasn't getting the easy out. Him knowing how simple it was to ease her anger and pain would make him use it to his advantage in the future.


"I promise not to hit you. Even though, I get the feeling you're into weird stuff like that.." A cheeky response in the form of a light jab was her response to him before she wiggled her wrists slightly, testing his hold on her.


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[Matreya]

Leaning down, Damien nipped lightly at the exposed flesh of her slender wrists, "Mine." He murmured, then leaned back up, a cocky grin on his face, "You want to smack me, then you gotta find me." At that he released her, pushed himself up, then vanished from sight with a soft pop.

Now in the largest of the kitchens found inside the estates, his favorites, Damien allowed himself a true small smile. Flirting with his wife like when they had first fallen for each other was making his mind ease. The horrendous things in his life seemed to fade to the side. She was what mattered now. Making her laugh, smile, amd chase him... Ok not so much the last one, but who didnt appreciate a game of cat...and well other cat. Neither of them was prey.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

He was there and then he wasn't. She couldn't really say she was surprised. Her husband sure loved the smallest ways to flirt and show their affection for one another. Propping herself up on one of her elbows, she would purse her lips slightly then smirk slightly. Knowing Damien he would be somewhere he could either find food or amusement . It was decided, she would check the kitchens first. Pushing herself up and off the bed, she would kick off her heels and go in search of her husband. Pausing a few moments to enjoy the feel of acting like a normal couple for once.


Shaking herself from her thoughts, she would carry on about her way and head towards the direction of the kitchen. Making her way closer, she would study her surroundings , noticing the changes in certain tastes her husband seemed to be having.


"Darling?"

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[Matreya]

A shout emanated from nearby, from the kitchen she had been approaching. It was not Damien screaming though. Rather it was the Vampir that had burst through the archway from the opposite entrance. Damien had reacted instinctively, snapping the arm of the being, before stabbing him in the throat with a kitchen knife.

Behind the now slowly falling body, Damien could see at least a dozen others approaching from the long hall. This was the reason behind living here, a natural defense of sorts. Hordes of the Ferals gathered everywhere. With controlled parameters, one could only spend minimal payment to blocj entrance from them, while they blocked everything else.

Damien though, as already noted, did not use defenses any longer. He had less than a dozen house staff remaining for god sake.

Whirling in place he planted a powerful kick straight into the solar plexus of his dying enemy. The force behind the Anzati's kick sent the man back through the doorway, and directly into one of the other intruders.

"Dear, be careful. Unwanteds have come in."

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

An exasperated sigh would be the only sound she made before reaching down under her skirt to pull a blasters from the thigh holsters she wore. Making her way into the room, she would glance at her husband's direction before opening fire on the unwelcome parties. Without flinching she would begin to mow those down that had intruded on her time.


"Getting you security before leaving Ava with you." Was all she murmured before leaping over one of the kitchen counters and landing in front of one of the intruders only to send him flying with a well placed kick to the chin.

"Kark this. " Was all she set before a snap and a hiss sounded. Black saber began slicing the flesh from the intruders bones, the disgusting substance lathering her Carmel chin in oozy red . Sublime decor, complimenting hazel encrusted pits; focus remaining on task, eager as ever. Yet equilibrium shattered.
           
               ↳ Yet, aggression which often overlapped mannerisms proved out of practice when she whom danced arose from a crouch, hand clutching something reminiscent of head. Brown brow crept outward, fear undetected in the calm of her pulse . A light toss of what appeared to be a head caused the subtlest of splatters, awaiting to be caught, or perhaps cringed at via counter. Onward, she moved, shaking the excess ooze from her.


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[Matreya]

Damien lurched into the hall, sliding in a backwards bend underneath an arm swinging to meet his face. Righting at the halt of his momentum, Damien brought a powerful kick upward, launching a man up then back, led by his head. He heard the snap hiss of a lightsaber being activated, and without looking, guessed it was his wife. None of the ferals held intellect enough to do so.

They were, after all, basically undead that were incredibly powerful like the traditional Tera Vampir.

Conjuring a bout of the Force, he raised a hand and concentrated. The result was the body he focused on crushing in on itself until it was a ball no bigger then a foot in diameter. This was kicked as well, splattering into the another assailants face as it flew.

Damien spun, grabbed his wifes arm, and raced toward the entrance of the Estates. This was quickly getting hectic, as the numbers of opponents had not ceased its growth. Someone, or something, guided the Vampir there. It was a vain thought to believe one could take the millions of their population on by themselves, in an endless wave form.

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