Soul Mates {iEmpress & GeekyFlower}

[The Empress of Ice]

Soul Mates ~ The Opening

Spoiler

The Iver's Residence​

The Gregory's Residence​

Clarice's Apartment/Flat Building​

Nicholas' Apartment Building​

Lester Field High School

Nicholas' University - Tirmud University

Joe's Diner ​

Tattoo Shop - Cold Steel​

Homeless Shelter​

Event Planning Office​

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[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

The Gregory's


Comically, Henry sat at the head of the table. It was comical because they never had a table head for one to sit at. In the past the tables had mostly been round. The new kitchen and dining room made a long rectangle easier to... bring in the door. Neal was sitting at the other end of the table and the various children and their Daemons were in between. Piper was sitting to the right side of his chair, wary still of all her little cubs being in a new place.


Loki as always was laying across Neal's shoulders. Henry looked down the lines, taking in each and every one of his children, there were four of them and now they had no mother. Spencer was last to make it to the table he curled his legs under him, Hecate followed laying down under the chair.


"Sorry." Spencer said mildly. He sounded awful, tired and worn. Henry nodded. Henry felt the sudden urge to make some sort of speech instead he looked up to Neal.


"I was going to make pasta...." Henry trailed off.


"But luckily I ordered pizza!" Neal interrupted. Henry smiled lightly, for days they had been eating out of take out boxes from the floor, now that they finally had the table in place and were gathered for Neal's 20th and the now very familiar local pizza box was sitting in the middle. Spencer flipped open the box and Neal's birthday began, it would be followed by cake and presents. It was the feeble attempt at a new year and a new start, it wasn't a show stopping beginning that was for sure. Neal was 20 and he would be finishing his senior year, Henry had failed to make diner and they had all left the house that they knew and loved.


"To tomorrow." Piper said from his side softly.


"To Neal." Henry said in correction.


The Iver's


Dima was sprawled across her mattress, up in her attic escape. Iñaki was laid out beneath her, she was using him as a pillow as she flicked through several social networks, she was sprawled on her stomach over Iñaki, her elbows on one side and her body on the other. Her mother pushed the door open and entered. Dima rolled her eyes and snapped the laptop shut. She didn't have anything to hide she just liked the way it made her mother nervous. She rolled off the large tiger causing him to raise his large head. Obviously no understanding the reasons behind the fact his cuddles had ceased.


Charlotte raised an eyebrow but did not give in to her eldest daughters antics. "Dinner is ready." Crevan let out the unnerving fox laugh as he cirlced Charlotte's legs. She reached down and scooped him up, "we're having steak" Dima wrinkled her nose. "And salad!" her mother called over her shoulder. Dima smiled and rolled off her bed followed by Iñaki, who knew Dima would not eat her steak so he would get it. On the way down she met Milo who had his own Daemon Nora in his arms. Nora currently was a rabbit, her front paws were on the tops of his arms and her hind legs dangled into mid air. She smiled at him as Iñaki made his way around him, most likely to wander off to find Ekaitz. Milo watched him go setting Nora down as she flicked into that of a lion.


"Does it hurt?" he asked not taking his eyes from Iñaki's fleeting tail.


"hmmm?"


"When he leaves you for Ekaitz?"


"No. Because we share him it's not nearly as hard, or painful as it is with you and Nora." Milo looked back to her and she was struck by how green his eyes were.


"That's not what I meant." Dima looked her youngest sibling over and forced a smile, she knew what he meant.


"come on. Time for dinner. "

 

[The Empress of Ice]

The Gregory's





Alicia stared at the cake sceptically. It was... Very posh. Very... Neal.


And she absolutely hated it, from the small bows to the off-white colour to the vintage style. To the mini freaking roses. Roses that had taken hours to make. Hours to re-do as she messed up most of them. Why did she bother? Because it was tradition for their family to make the cake themselves, and within the eighteen years Ali had been alive, she had never eaten a bakery's cake on her birthday. Or her siblings.


A bitter-sweet memory, as her mother would wake up at the crack of dawn, take on her apron and start working on her latest masterpiece. She didn't make the same cake twice and each time, there was something special. Each time, she'd remind them how much she loved them.


She wasn't here to do that this time.


She couldn't wake up at the crack of dawn, as she laid still in her grave. She couldn't come up with some quirky idea, as her brain stopped functioning a long time ago.


She wasn't here to see Neal reach his twentieth birthday. But Alicia was. She had woken up at the crack of dawn, grumbling instead of whistling some tune like her mother would. She had tried to come up with some stupid, quirky idea for some god-damn cake. Again.


She felt out of place. But she smiled anyway. And she laughed, and talked, and played whenever she had the chance. Because if she didn't, she would cry. It was a secret kept from her family, the way she felt every time a birthday came around.


Lost in her thoughts, Ali ruffled Serena's hair before taking a bite of the cake. For Neal's sake. "Toh Neah," Her voice was muffled by the mouthful but she tried to join in with the chorus of replies anyway.


It was tasty. She took another bite, this time for herself. Forget Neal, she just found her future career.


"So, Ali, what did you get for Neal? Besides the cake," Alicia rolled her eyes, sneaking a glance to her little sister. The brat had given her older brother some stick-figure sketch of their family, framed in pink glitter and believed that she had made his day. Not that Neal proved her otherwise, but still.


Serena couldn't be blamed though, from different from the rest of them, she didn't get any pocket money. At least nothing that could pay for an expensive gift. So she went with the 'heart-felt' style. She even took on a white dress, with ruffles and everything, to make him happier.


The smothering hugs and kisses was also a deal-breaker. Years of charming her way out of trouble made Serena a deadly weapon. Batting her eyelashes, she nudged her older sister once more, "Come on," She whined, nudging Alicia once again,"What is it!?"


A small smile graced Ali's lips, and with a little nervous twitch she muttered out her answer. Serena blinked then frowned. "A bit louder. I know a lady is supposed to be quiet and everything but we're not supposed to be mice either." Cecilin seemed to agree, as she sat on top of Bora in her white cat form, to match her counterpart for this 'party'. An outdrawn purr escaping her lips.


"A song. I wrote Neal a song," She breathed out, getting her guitar from its hiding spot, "Ser was going with the sincere stuff, so I couldn't go and buy you another shirt..."


She stared at her brother. To be truthful, she had bought another shirt. It was in her room, but... It was his twentieth birthday. She wanted it to be special. She was sure her mother would have made it special. It was the least she could. For Neal.


Because she loved him. He was, after all, her brother.




The Iver's


Aizar stretched out his stiff fingers, his gaze on the clock at the far corner of the shop. Five minutes to eight. He was late. A sigh escaped him as the spoiled customer ranted on and on about how perfect his tattoo had turned out to be. If the guy had been anything like his regular customers, Aizar would have appreciated the compliment, felt flattered even but no.


He just had to get the large, spoiled, going-to-regret-this-in-the-morning douchebag that nobody liked. Kalila agreed, waking up from her sleep, her head lifting from Aizar's lap for a mere second to growl at the guy. He yelped. So did his dog for a counterpart.


"Johnny over there will give you all the information you need," Aizar muttered, patting Kalila on her head. She stood up abruptly, allowing Aizar to remove himself from his chair, "Listen to him carefully, or your tattoo won't be as amazing as it is now," He dragged out with a thick layer of sarcasm, "Come back in about two months and we'll see if it needs any touch-ups."


With that finished, Aizar was out of there, not even taking the time to put on his coat, letting it hang over his arm. The car ride home would be exhausting.


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The sound of pen meeting paper echoed throughout Ekaitz's room. Like usual. This time he was working on a more detailed sketch compared to his old ones that laid scattered about, the curves of a woman slowly coming to life, her eyes seeming to glow and her horns nearly glistening. He could imagine which colours he wanted, and the thought of turning it into an oil pointing tempted him.


So engrossed with the sketch, Ekaitz barely noticed when Iñaki entered the room. In fact, he'd completely ignore the giant beast if it did not nudge him from behind. "Dinner."


"I'll be there in a minu-," The soft, husky voice was muffled by a paw. Iñaki's paw. The boy rolled his eyes before standing up. According to his counterpart, he's been lost in his own world for too long. Like usual.


So he clambered out of his bedroom and into the hall, patting the large beast once in awhile, enjoying the slight purr. He'd go on to the dining room had it not been for the soft glow coming from underneath Zerah's room. She never left the light on.


Ekaitz's head popped in through the doorway and gave his younger sister a soft smile. "Put the book down. Dinner time."


Zerah murmured a protest, but Erramun was already next to her sibling, licking his palm, reinforcing the mark on his territory.


Traitor.


A second later, the red head had her book closed, the corner of the page folded inwards. She was wearing her pjs, which were a bit inappropriate with the shorts but it didn't matter. Her family never cared. She turned the lights off before joining her, her arm linking with his as they chatted on the way to the dining room.


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Aizar parked his 1997 Mercedes benz outside the large mansion-like house. Otherwise known as The Iver's Residence. At times, Aizar found himself a bit jarred at the sight of his car next to the house, because in some odd way, it all fit together. In some odd way, the feeling of being home oozed out of his pores as he jumped out. His gaze fell on the absence of Nicholas' car, the car that had been left on the driveway before Aizar went to work at eight in the morning.


One glance at the time on his phone, and Aizar knew he had to explain himself to his beloved tonight. He was hours overdue, but could not be blamed.


He turned the key in the lock, Kalila slipping past him into the house unnoticed as he untied his boots and threw them on the shoe rack. His coat was disposed in the living room, at the back of the couch.


Kalila, on the other hand, headed for the kitchen and went straight to Charlotte, greeting the lady. A greeting that was complemented with large arms coming around her waist that pulled her back to a well-defined chest. One she was familiar with.


"I'm home," Aizar whispered gingerly into her ear, his lips softly meeting her cheek for a mere second before he plopped down on his own seat, his eyes tired. Kalila was already dozing off, curled into a ball next to him.




Nicholas Iver & Clarice James


"Here you go, Sir," Clarice put the plate of smoked salmon on the table, a forced smile on her face, "Is there anything else I can get ya?"


"Your time." The voice was old, ragged and beyond irritating as Clarice held back from rolling her eyes. Again. She hated when bikers came to town, especially when those bikers didn't have any manners.


"I don't believe we have that dish on our menu," She muttered before walking away to the next table, taking orders again. The small girl that sat with the large family reminded her of her sister and a genuine grin slipped onto her face. "Sure thing, hun. Would you like some fries with that?"


"Uh... No? Mommy says I can't eat fries this late at night. It make my stomach hurt." The little girl pouted.


"Mothers," Clarice made an exasperated grimace, making the child giggle as she left. Nicholas was standing behind the counter, talking with some of the regulars. Female regulars. This time Clarice couldn't hold back as she rolled her eyes, making sure they saw her do it.


@Nerdygeekflower

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Ivers


Charlotte Hummed into her husband. "And there's the eldest child" She joked. She scratched Kalia, and headed out to the dinning room. Crevan slipped from his mistress shoulders and found his place on the back of his best - and worst - friend. Nipping Kalia lightly on the ear he settled down, why walk to diner when the great panther would carry him?


Nora and Milo padded their way down the stairs the two wove in and out of each others legs. Dima followed them, slowing to look up the stairs as her twin and their daemon made their way down. She could see their sister behind that. Dinner time at the Iver residence was like a strange parade. She waited at the bottom of the stairs to join her brother. Patting Inaki absently she walked with them to the table. She took a seat directly next to her father, serving herself a generous amount of salad she turned to face the family. "So. I hear that there is a new family in town." she stated draping her greens in Caesar. Charlotte rolled her eyes, sitting delicately on the other side of her husband she crossed her legs lady like and angled them so they wrapped neatly around Aizar's.


"Dima honey don't gossip."


"She's right." Milo said calmly from where he was fingering his meat over to Nora. "Our teacher said we were getting a new student, Serena." He said looking down at the lion cub. Nora looked up;


"I can smell the new daemons." She said simply, Crevan and a few of the other animals nodded. Charlotte looked up and over at her husband. Daemons had a heightened sense of smell, most new that but for the daemons in this house to be able to smell new animals in the area that they hadn't been in direct contact with... was odd.


"Well," Charlotte took a sip of her wine, "In any case you should be nice." She looked up to Dima, "All of you, I think the family has children in your grade. I expect you to make them welcome." Dima rolled her eyes at her mother's formlessness. The blonde twin leaned down and took her tigers face between her hands.


"I would never be mean to anyone? Isn't that right Inaki" She smooshed his face a bit talking in a puppy dog tone "Isn't that right? I just let them know who I am and...." Inaki licked her face, pulling away the tiger gave her a look. Charlotte, was giving her another look.


"Please Dima. It can't be easy, this family I mean they just moved here and-" Charlotte took another swig of her wine, to silence herself. She had just told Dima not to gossip. And it was all just hearsay. She had a friend who worked as a nurse at the local hospital, and according to her two of the new families children had been in to the hospital so far. Also she seemed to believe their father was in some sort of mourning. But then again her friend had almost 2 full bottles of wine at their lunch. Remembering her loose lips Charlotte set her cup down. "Anyhow," She turned to her husband, "What kept you late darling?"


Gregory's


Neal smiled at the cake and watched his sister carefully. "A song?" He said, smiling lightly. He knew she had bought another shirt. He was an expert snoop, and she didn't shred her recites like he did. He was glad that she had gone heartfelt. None of them could give him what he wanted. What they all wanted. His mom. That's what they all wanted. He stroked Loki's small head lightly, the small creature slithered down into his lap, looking up at him with small beady eyes. But he slapped on a big grin. Spencer wasn't in the hospital and he had gotten his transfusion yesterday everything was peaceful and over all in their family if no one was hospitalized, it was a good birthday. Supposedly.


Grininng still he turned to Spencer. "Are you excited to dominate your way to the top of whatever grade your in tomorrow? Boy wonder?" Spencer looked like a deer caught in headlights cradling Hecate's head in his palm.


"Today's about you." He said hesitantly, turning back to Alicia, "When will we hear the song?" He asked pulling the attention away from him to anywhere else. It wasn't easy, for him to up root and move away from all his friends, it wasn't easy for Spencer to make friends and now he had to start again. And it was awful.


Henry sat back and watched his children, Piper at his side, also watching. The difference was he was watching with a wariness of a new single father who was out of his depth. She watched with the air of a trusting mother, who though her cubs were damaged was slowly watching and sensing a new page as it turned. When you turned a page in a notebook, or a sketchbook it covered the other, no longer could you see the mistakes of the previous page, and you never had to look at it again, except to remember when you were ready. Piper, felt that he was the only one in the room who saw this in the dining room.

 

[The Empress of Ice]

The Gregory's


Serena narrowed her eyes at her siblings, hiding a small pout. She was unaware of the small tension of longing in the air, oblivious of her siblings real feelings. Instead she was thinking of becoming a singer, again, just to shine brighter than her sister. Her present had the spotlight for a mere minute it seemed. But she shook the thought away as Cecilin slipped onto her lap. The cat was now an orange colour, purring and what not. She was laying on her back, stretching her paws upwards against her counterpart.


"Silly Cici," Serena murmured as she petted her best friend. Her only friend, for now, as school was right around the corner. Obviously, she'd get all the attention, like always. After all, she was a lady.


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Alicia on the other hand could feel the tension all too well, as she strummed the guitar while her brothers talked. When Spenc started to avert the attention away from himself, she smiled. She was a bit worried, he must have been tired after the transfusion yesterday, their stop at the local hospital a bit unpleasant. Alicia didn't know the nurses. She didn't know the doctors either. It was weird. But she'd get to know them, all right. Her visits would be too frequent for her to not.


"Oh... Um, sure," She looked up quickly, "I'mma just strum this really quick." With that, Bora jumped up and bounded over to Neal, putting her head on his lap, staring upwards with her big doe eyes. The grin on her face was hard to miss. Serena pouted again, and bounded off to Spencer with Cecilin hot on her heels. The brat plopped down on his lap, hugging him. "I missed you, yesterday." She softly whispered before turning to Alicia, waiting expectantly.


"W-well... Uhm, here I go... It kind of sucks so... No laughing." Alicia stared at Serena pointedly, the young girl shrugging. With a quick movement, she put her small package on the table, the CD was wrapped in black paper and an elegant white bow.


Looking down, she realized she had forgotten the guitar pick in her room but continued anyways. Softly the sound of the guitar filled the room, as quiet as it was. Alicia took a deep, shaky breath - she had never made a song for anyone before, let alone played it for them,- and then she sang. Her voice was as always stunning, making Serena smile brightly.

Spoiler

We,


We grew up,


in a house,


filled with the scent of flowers,


We,


We took a chance,


Stayed alive,


And, faced the darkest of hours,


Me and you, to-ge-ther,


Hand in hand, for-ever,


We'll be alright,


We'll always fight,


Fight, fight, fight....


You remember,


that one time,


I,


fell out of,


the tree and you,


You held me,


real tight,


said it all,


would be alright,


And now it's my time,


Me and you, to-ge-ther,


Hand in hand, for-ever,


We'll be alright,


We'll always fight,


Fight, fight, fight...


Me and you, to-ge-ther,


Hand in hand, for-ever,


She'll be watching us,


from the sky-y...


Me and you.... To-ge-ther,


Hand in hand... For-ever


Don't you worry now,


She'll be al-right,


She'll be alright, watching from the sky...


watching from the sky...


watching from the sky.


As the last sentence faded away, Ali felt her eyes tearing up but sniffed it away quickly before looking up at her brother, "So.. Uhm, whatcha think?"


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The Iver's


Ekaitz picked on his food absentmindedly, as he listened and watched his family interact. They resembled a circus of sorts, where his mother was the boss. At least in his eyes. His father on the other hand was a lazy lion, no, a lazy panther. Kalila and him seemed to be the perfect match. Slowly Ekaitz painted a picture in his head, his fingers drumming impatiently on the dinner table. Another set of fingers were right on his tail, his sister imagining different solutions to the main character of her book's problems. She wanted out for a whole other reason.


Iñaki and Erramun took note of that, the two counterparts shared a look as they both got a delicious treat from their impatient friends. The meat was delicious. And the pats on their heads felt great.


While Aizar was dozing off, smiling softly at the sight of his family gathered at one place. Except his eldest son. He followed their conversations as he also picked on his food, taking a generous bite here and there. His eyes narrowed at Dima, and her plate but sighed instead of addressing her eating habits. For all he cared, his kids could eat five servings of overflowing plates and he'd still want them to continue. He liked seeing them full, it made him feel happy. They were cared for, and that was all that mattered.


His wife on the other hand was a tease, her legs interwoven with his. Aizar avoided getting lost on his thoughts, as he knew that once he started to stare at her, he'd get lost in her beauty. Her eyes drew him in, as always. Unconsciously so, that he missed the comment about the daemons smell. It had happened to him once before, well, it had happened to Kalila once before. When he met his wife.


Yet his moment ended real quick, at the mention of work. At the mention of him being late, to be exact. "Long story short, some brat came around and asked for a full-back tattoo at eight am," Aizar sounded annoyed, something which was rather rare, "Usually that means we'll design the tattoo over the first week, have it done by the second and start working on it when the client has time..."


"Due to the detail..." Ekaitz added, as he had been interested in tattoo art merely because of its blend of three and two dimensional technique. Aizar nodded, "But the kid decided that he wanted it done today." Ekaitz frowned, as well as Zerah. Even she knew that was blasphemy.


"Offered us forty-grand, in cash," His eye roll was hard to miss, "And you know how Alexander gets when it comes to money."


They all knew how Alexander got when it came to money. While he wasn't the owner of the shop, he was the manager and when Brendon wasn't around, he had the power, so to say.

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Hey sorry, this is short... like REALLY short, sorta lacking inspiration but wanted to give you something, in hopes you could inspire me since I am really excited about this RP but like... stuck.


The Gregory's


Neal listened as his sister sang he gave a small clap smiling. Loki slithered his way down his masters shoulders making short leaps across the table to land himself gracefully on Alicia's guitar. He gave her a gentle and playful nip on the chin before bouncing back along the table. The little Daemon sang on his way to his master, off key, his little weasel voice piercing the surrounding ears. "Me and you, to-ge-ther, Hand in hand, for-ever, We'll be alright, We'll always fight,Fight, fight, fight!" He landed on Hecate 's head, the large dog turned her head up to look at Spencer, before she took a lunge for some food.


"Well." Piper said, her calm mamma bear voice, her partner gave a small half heart ed and sad smile.


"Let's eat then." Henry finished as all his children and their animals begun to dig in, with of course the exception of Spencer, who sat back absently stroking his dog, who was now nibbling all the peperoni off of Spencer's, or more accurately at this point, Her's. Piper looked up at him but chose to say nothing.


The Iver's


"Well." Charlotte began slipping her hand on to her husbands upper thigh, "Next time, you should just tell them that you are very sorry, but no amount of money can buy time away from your family, or our enjoyment of your cooking." She tapped his nose and heard a moan from Dima.


"Ew, mom gross, if your gonna have sex go upstairs, and use a condom! I don't want ANOTHER sibling." Chorltte sharply let go of her mate and turned to look at her daughter.


"Dima!" She said sharply, glancing at her youngest before looking back sharply to her daughter. "Please, try to at least be slightly civil." She caught her daughter's eye roll that was accompanied by a forceful and pointed mouthful of salad. After swallowing her protein-less bite she turned to her twin.


"You should totally design tattoos, I mean my first ink will so totally be something by you." Charlotte looked at her husband over a wary, yet lady like and delicate mouthful of meat, the look clearly said; 'tattoos are your area so you get to deal with her on this one.'

 

[The Empress of Ice]

Shall edit in post by the end of the week.


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