#((This wasn't supposed to be about the Easter Rising but it got away from me.))

[the--emerald--isle]

“I’m not playing anymore.”

"Can see tha'," he spat, a snarl twisting his features; the hand fisted in his hair (blood red, now, and hacked off a few inches above his shoulders less than ten minutes ago) made his sister's sincerity perfectly clear. But no matter how much he wanted to fight her off, to struggle and thrash and hit her, Aaron had to admit that he wasn't in any fit state to do so. Even as his people demanded their freedom -- a bloody Sunday, if there ever were one -- he himself was still physically weak after nearly dying during the most recent famine.

For now, he was still under Annelise's thumb... but he wasn't just going to take her domineering, anymore. Stealing Borrowing some clothes and things from Scotland and then running had been the plan, but while binding his chest tightly as possible (damn the bruises and pain), he'd caught sight of himself in the tiny mirror above the washstand. Next thing he know, he'd had a combat knife in hand and was chopping off the vast majority of his hair, unable to stand it any longer. In the end, that detour was what'd let his sister catch him.

Futile as it was, Aaron still tried to break out of her grip.

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Into the Depths

Persephone's abduction, but in my story it's a little different. Kiani and Erik are both a little different.

Part 3: Abduction

Kiani had delivered the cryptic message as requested without looking into it. She trusted Meron and she trusted Ms. Smith. There was no reason to question their interaction. The oddness was in the new restriction placed on her. She was intelligent enough to notice that Ms. Smith was trying to keep her in the house. Her normal routine was to go out to commune with the flowers, it was where she felt most herself and at ease. It had never been an issue until today.

"Ms. Smith, is there a reason you're trying to force me to stay indoors?" She marched right up to the older woman, placing her hand on hers. "I'm more than aware of your tendency to keep secrets from me. Is it a bad one? Are we in danger? Do we need to call mom back. I should call her," she turned to find the phone.

"NO," the older woman grabbed her hand tightly holding her in place before relaxing her grip and taking a breath. "No... That won't be necessary. We are perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong. No, no," she smiled oddly before exhaling again. "You can go play outside. Off you go, just stay close to the house. No wandering off today, hm?"

Kiani nodded, halfway through the door already. She leaped out into the sunshine taking a deep inhale of the warm fragrant air. To her left she spotted a trail of wilted greenery. The blooms had fallen and turned brown, nearly black. It was very curious. She'd only seen that happen when she was upset. She didn't recall feeling exceptionally bad recently and the longer she stared at the wilted trail, the more confused she became. The incident at the store returned to mind and suddenly it made sense.. why everyone was being so weird.

She followed the trail, not even bothering to heal the flowers on the way. She was on a mission to follow the trail and find the nice man she'd met in the store yesterday. If he was the cause for alarm, well then, she'd just have to straighten things out to put everyone at ease! The further she walked, the further the trail seemed to stretch on and on. Ms. Smith's words rang in her head telling her she'd already gone way further than she was supposed to. Turning around, she gasped, her hand flying to her heart. It skipped a beat and she skidded back almost falling over from the shock. Erik's eyes widened and he looked behind him and left to right realizing he was the one who'd scared her. The invisibility had worn off at some point during the walk and he hadn't noticed.

"Wow," she labored, still holding her heart, "Guess I found you."

Erik staggered back. "I'm so sorry," he threw his hands up, "I didn't mean to scare you. I guess, my social skills could use a little work.."

"Where did you come from," Kiani wondered aloud, looking around. It was like he appeared from thin air. He bit his lower lip watching her look about. She looked like a goddess with flowers arranged artfully in her thick mass of kinky hair. He'd followed her silently, enjoying her presence until she'd stopped so abruptly.

"You're not much for words, are you mister," she smiled grabbing his hand and pulling him back toward the house.

"Wait," he found his voice quickly enough to cause her to pause. He knew if she got him to the house it would be a wrap and he may never get to see her again. He couldn't allow it. "I wanted to ask you something. It's a big something, but I could really use your help. If you'll help me."

Kiani's eyes were warm and full of caring concern. She was completely invested in his words and he hadn't even introduced or explained himself or what he wanted yet. She was extremely kind, and a bit naive, but it was endearing. She waited patiently for him to speak, her hand still protectively wrapped around his. He found himself speaking even more gently to her. "I was wondering if you'd go with me to visit my parents graves. Just once.... You see.. I haven't been there in a while and it's because whenever I go, my presence alone kills all of the flowers and the plants. So all of the other families lose their flowers too. It's not fair for them, so I stay away. But in the flower shop, I saw what you could do. Maybe if you went with me... their flowers wouldn't die and I could take my parents flowers to them myself. Please?"

The request weighed on Kiani's heart. She couldn't imagine not being able to visit her mother if she died. It hurt to think of. Her eyes began to well with tears and she let them flow freely. "Oh... nono," Erik panicked, not knowing whether it was okay to touch her to console her, "Don't cry.. please, don't cry." He ended up holding her in a tight embrace and just stroking her shoulder. "Don't cry, shh shh," he comforted in a hush tone. She was very sensitive and it surprised him the degree.

"I just couldn't imagine dealing with that," she sighed wiping her eyes. Pulling away, she grabbed both of his hands and looked him firmly in the eye. She was very sensitive, but also very strong. He was learning her the longer he was blessed to be around her. He didn't want her to let go. "I will go with you," she asserted, "Uh.... what's your name," she sang with a squint.

"Erik. Erik Stevens."

"Erik Stevens," she grinned. "You should smile, you're very beautiful!"

His head jolted and his eyes widened. "Whoa," he chuckled, his face heating. He blew out an unsteady breath. She'd blindsided him with that comment and was still staring into his soul with those angelic and expressive eyes. "Ugh... thank you," he smiled, his brows waving uncertainly. He didn't know how else to respond. He couldn't be cocky with her. She was beyond that somehow. Beyond the superficial showiness that impressed many others.

"We need to tell Ms. Smith," Kiani perked, pulling him again in the direction of the house.

"Way-wait," Erik stopped her again, "Can I ask how old you are?"

"Twenty-four! Why?"

He looked her up and down. She wore a white frilly Easter dress that looked like it belonged on a bigass doll baby. What did they do to this girl, he wondered.

"Kiani.. haven't you ever wondered what freedom felt like? You know, without reporting your whereabouts constantly? Did you know that beyond this property, literally everywhere else... twenty-four year olds are adults who can make their own decisions without consulting anyone else. You don't need permission to leave. You could just... go."

Kiani blinked, considering his words. She'd always wanted to leave the property and deep inside she knew Ms. Smith would never allow it. None of the adults would allow it. If she was ever going to go, now was the time and she couldn't tell them. She just had to leave and when she came back, then she could share with them stories of everything she saw beyond the property. Suddenly, she was very excited for the adventure.

"Yeah?" Erik lowered his chin to regard her carefully, noticing her change in demeanor. She grinned at the gesture. "You're really cute. Yeah! Let's go," she paused. "It'll be much quicker if we take my cart. I'll show you where it is."

On the ride to the store, Erik looked around enjoying the sight of the laid out fields of rich green grass and wildflowers. The freshness of the air was cleansing and he was able to relax. Kiani stopped twice on the way to get out and gather large handfuls of handpicked flowers like a little flower girl or a meadow fairy. It made him smile to watch her in her element. When they finally reached the store, Erik directed Kiani to park the cart out of the way of the camera. He then swept her off of her feet bridal style using his invisibility to shield them both as he carried her to the passenger side of his car. As soon as he let her go, she reappeared and he jumped behind the wheel. They were off!

On the way to the cemetery, Kiani was intrigued with the sights through the window. Erik had to explain a lot of things as her tour guide, but he didn't mind. He was honored to do it. The further he drove, the less things began to look like Little House on the Prairie. There were concrete jungles, buildings galore, drive thrus, highways and sidewalks and lots of people. "You're not in Kansas anymore," he joked wondering if she'd get the reference. She smiled.

When the car parked, Kiani waited to follow Erik's lead, but he didn't move. He rested his forehead on the wheel taking slow and deep breaths. Maybe it was the nervousness. She thought back to his hesitance to touch the rose in the store. She'd noticed it then too. He needed a push.

"It'll be okay," she encouraged rubbing his back. It was an act that somehow felt more intimate than she'd expected. To him, her touch was electric causing the fine hairs on his skin to rise. His eyes darted to her knees. They were pressed together and he wondered a few lewd things that he wasn't bold enough to ask. He didn't want to ruin her innocence, not so soon. She was so sweet and unpolluted by the bullshit of the world. Pulling himself together, he decided to listen to her words and let them wash over him. They became a mantra that he repeated silently in his head. "Um.. These are for the graves," she said separating the large handpicked bouquet into two, "Do you mind if... I put one down?"

"Not at all. I know my parents would love that in fact, thank you."

She followed him into the graveyard trailing closely behind. Like he said, the grass, the flowers, and even the trees began to dry and wither. "Keep going," she encouraged as she stopped to dole out tender loving care to each of the plots he'd passed. One by one, each offering of flowers revived with her touch. She hugged the tall grey tree and immediately, it birthed new leaves. She'd never done that, it surprised her that it worked. When she reached Erik, he was crouched with his wilted bouquet staring at the headstones. She crouched next to him, gently touching the petals. Together, they watched as the colorful blooms returned to life in his hands. His smile was as it was in the shop, a slow comforting pure expression of joy as he placed the bouquet on his father's grave. Kiani followed up with the second bouquet on his mother's grave. "It's nice to meet you both," she sang in a gentle melody. "You've raised a kind boy and he's a wonderful friend to me."

"You know they died before I got this gloomy... 'ability'," he blurted. "They knew about the invisibility, but they didn't get to know about the other one. It's probably better for them that way."

"What is your other power?"

"Honestly, I'm scared to tell you. I don't want your opinion of me to change."

She paused looking for the right words. "...I think your parents loved you very much and they'd accept you as you are."

"Will you?" The question was posed casually, but behind his stoic expression, he begged for her acceptance. He needed it.

"Yes, Erik." She placed her hand on his. "I'm your friend now and I will accept you however you are."

Erik leaned forward and kissed both headstones before standing to his feet and helping her to hers. He held her chin gently between his thumb and index as if she were made of glass.

"If you can promise that you won't run away or be afraid of me... I'll tell you everything about myself. Promise me." His eyes were pleading and it was a look she couldn't deny. He was already her friend. No matter what he told her, she'd try her best to understand it. She raised her hand.

"I, Kiani, promise you, Erik, that I won't run away."

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