Mabon Brunch(With Idiosyncratic's Chara)
//Just for a little background info. This scene involves Emerson's family first meeting his current boyfriend. This is actually a reply that I wrote for Idiosyncratic in our storyline. So, the responses from the family in the beginning are to his character, Mephisto. I'll post the characters and who they are down below.
Blayne: Emerson and Eyela's Father
Trystin: Emerson and Eyela's Dad
Maddie: Emerson and Eyela's Daddy
Eyela: Emerson's twin sister
Fate/Fatal: Emerson and Eyela's Aunt
Faith: Emerson and Eyela's Aunt
Mephisto: Emerson's soul mate
While the conversation got rolling Faith said nothing. She was very uncomfortable inside. She hadn't disliked someone so much since first meeting Trystin. She may have disliked Mephisto even more. So, when the incubus addressed her she said absolutely nothing. She silently gave her thanks in her mind and then started dishing herself out small portions of brunch foods.
"Em seems to have spoken well of us." Trystin's smile was genuine. He would be the one to warm up more than others. He wasn't the paranoid type like his partner. Or not as much. Blayne did feel touched when talk of soul mates came up. He looked over to his right and leaned in, hand pulling on his husband's shirt collar. Wanting him closer so he could plant soft kisses on that joker scar on the side of Trystin's mouth. A quiet giggle came from Trystin, a pink colouring his cheeks. For not being the one that physically had the twins, he sure did take on the more submissive role between the couple. "We did find our way back to one another. It took us a long, long time to accept that we deserved each other. That we deserved to be loved by one another but.. We finally got there." Blayne's words came out with a fondness though there was a slight undertone of sadness. There was still healing to be done for the man. Trystin hadn't gone for any food. He was too focused on the affection from his partner and the talk that was being had. At the talk of the snow Blayne didn't comment. It reminded him more of the memories with his ex husband and that wasn't something he spoke of much these days. Winter had been something that the little family shared with Maddie. "Hot chocolate is the only acceptable drink in the mornings. Have you tasted coffee? I mean, come on." Blayne laughed and Trystin shook his head. Responding with. "You're lucky these two never had a cavity. Hopping them up on sugar so often."
Mephisto sure had done a good job thus far. Emerson was both impressed and touched by the different bits of information the other had remembered him speaking of. The incubus had really listened when he talked. Talk of the mural at the gallery earned a small moment between Trystin and Eyela; the painters of the family. It was a gallery that had a mural Trystin had done of Emerson and Eyela when they were toddlers. The father and daughter shared a smile from across the table before Trystin's puppy dog eyes looked to Mephisto. "He took you there, did he? Thank you. I ended up giving ownership up when Blayne and I reconciled. We wanted to come back to our roots here in Wicked. It used to be more of my studio. I'm happy the small artists and art majors are getting a good use of it. And they were the most adorable kids! We did good." Trystin looked at Blayne with a smitten look, taking the other's hand to be held on top of the table. Focusing on their relationship and Trystin's artwork earned points. That was for sure.
It was when the sex demon came out with Blayne's writing career that it took a little downfall. Blayne laughed but there was no amusement in it. "Alright. Don't lay it on too thick there. Yes, I have been known to know my way around the world of literature." Despite Mephisto saying that it wasn't to suck up, Blayne didn't believe him. And more of that mistrust bubbled up. "So, you're from a place called the Void? That sounds like an awful place to come from. That had to rub off on you in some way. Make you dark by nature."
Emerson frowned at what his father was saying. Why was he doing that? They had just had a decent conversation. Better than decent even. Emerson tapped the table to get the attention of Blayne and sign. 'Father, that was rude.'
Blayne's eyebrows rose. "Rude? If the truth is rude then so be in. He's an incubus, darling. Being manipulative is their way. You don't think this is some kind of show?" Blayne looked back at Mephisto. "I've been a dark creature for most of my existence. I've pulled on their strings like puppets. I've had my fill of many. Destroyed those closest to me. I can see right through whatever... This is." His voice was hard.
And it was Eyela who spoke up. Slamming her hands on the table, ends of her hair lighting up with fire. Her eyes going a mixture of black and the colour of fire as she glared at Blayne. "Not everyone is you! I swear to the goddesses, you are the biggest hypocrite. You sit there pretending to know this guy because he's a creature of darkness." Tone switching at the phrase Blayne had used. "Just because you married daddy and then threw him away like some sort of piece of trash doesn't mean the same thing will happen to Emerson. Stop. Just stop projecting what you did to Maddie on this relationship." Trystin's eyes fell to the table while Faith frowned at her niece being the next to speak up. "Eyela Flayre Calh. Uncalled for. Entirely uncalled for right now. Especially at our Mabon brunch. Apologize to your father. And your dad."
Eyela scoffed, the fire beginning to spread up through her dark hair. "Apologize? For what? For calling him out? For telling him that his mistakes are not other people's mistakes?" She glowered at Blayne. "You are a sorry excuse for... For everything! You sit here in Wicked and act as if nothing has happened. Judging others for being something they can't help. You wonder why I don't come around? Because all you do is give empty sorrys and then pull this. You aren't sorry. You broke Maddie. You took his sweetness, sucked it dry, used him all up, and them smashed him to pieces before leaving him. That doesn't mean it's going to happen to Emerson. Maybe Emerson has better taste than daddy did. Than dad does!" Using the different words for paternal figures to distinguish between Maddie and Trystin. Her eyes looked at Trystin who was covering his face with a hand. Until the last remark. Then he gave his attention to their daughter, frowning. "Eye, it's so much more complicated than that. Your father- we didn't mean to-" He sighed out, not even knowing where to go with his words. "Didn't mean to what? Sneak around? You could have just talked to daddy. He could have." Glowering back at Blayne who appeared calm, cool, and collected.
"Eyela, you were so young honey. It was more than that. Maddie and I have even met since all of that. He's forgiven me. Maybe you would know that if you would talk to me." Though Blayne looked and spoke calmly there was pain in his eyes. Electric blue orbs that mirrored his daughter's. He wasn't heartless. Not by a long shot. But it only made Eyela angrier. She rose from her seat, grabbed a sharp knife by her plate, and stabbed it so hard into the table right beside Blayne's hand that it stuck into the wood - her body leaning over Mephisto as though he wasn't even there. The flames had engulfed halfway up her locks now. "I talk to him, too! Just because he has forgiven you doesn't mean he isn't still struggling. It doesn't mean that he's all better now." She stared right at Blayne as though she was burning a hole into his face. She could have. Part of her considered it. "You. Disgust. Me." Gaze found where Fate was beginning to have an episode. She began to babble, not taking too kindly to the yelling that was being done by her niece. Eyela sighed, still addressing Blayne. "Look what you did. You ruin every single thing you touch. You can't even get Aunt Fatal clean!"
Blayne visibly winced at that. But no one was able to speak because the worked up vampyress turned to Emerson next. "Em, I love you. I love you so so much. But do not keep sitting there telling me Blayne did his best. He isn't doing his best for you right now. He could easily give your guy a chance. But he won't. Because he's selfish. Do not make excuses to me for him anymore. Don't." And with that Eyela scooted out her chair roughly and stalked out of the dining room.
Faith got up from her seat. "Fatey? Come on. We can bring you some food up in your room." The youngest of the Calhs helped Fate up. And Fate just continued to grow more hysterical, limbs pushing at her sister. The tension in the room was too much for the empath. Everyone's emotions were hitting her in hard waves. Emerson didn't have enough time to react. It had, in truth, just shocked him. But his Aunt needed him. Standing up, he laid his hands up to Fatal's shoulders and focused his ability on her. Willing those emotions inside of her to be altered to give her some relief. Emerson could feel everything she felt. All the emotions in the room and it made him shudder. Eyes shut and he channeled the energy from himself into the frail body of his relative. "Em, sweetie, be careful." Trystin reached out but didn't touch the healer at work. He wouldn't listen. He had to make it better. As Fate began to quiet down and go back into her normal daze, Emerson's nose began to bleed from a nostril. More shudders wracking his body.
"Emerson, that's enough. She's alright now." Blayne frowned at the strain that his son was putting on himself. But he didn't stop. Emerson pushed so hard that Fate fell into Faith's arms with a happy dizzy smile. And both of Emerson's nostrils bled, his thin form sinking back into the chair. "Can we have the pie now, Faithy?" Fate almost sang to her sister. Faith let out a sound of discontent. "Sure we can. But let's get you to bed." She started to lead Fatal away from the dining room area. Trystin touched Emerson's shoulder. "Baby, you shouldn't have gone that far." But Emerson shook his head slowly. 'Don't fuss. I'm alright.' The sign language was sloppy but the parents understood. Blayne spoke to his husband. "Darling, go see if you can find Eyela. She'll talk to you." Trystin frowned. He wanted to tend their exhausted son. "Go on. I've got Emerson." With a quiet sigh Trystin nodded and did as Blayne wanted.
Once it was just the three of them, Blayne eyed Mephisto. "Go on then. Comfort him." Eyela's words had hit quite a bit of nerves with Blayne. And as wary as he was this was the chance he was giving the incubus. He didn't trust Mephisto but he would never be able to if he didn't attempt something. And Eyela was right when she had said he wasn't truly giving this man a chance. Emerson wasn't unconscious. But he was dizzy. He tried to shake it from his senses by shaking his head, smearing some of the blood across his cheek as he then rubbed at his face.