Post by Kenzi Grey on Apr 22, 2017 20:20:07 GMT -5
MANOR HOUSE
Lacklanland, Maine
19 April 2017
The days of being in Lacklanland after the death of Sarah’s father were quite different than the visit Kenzi initially had in February. While the two had hugged a lot during that trip, the best friends with the sexual tension just beginning its climb, this adventure included constant physical contact between the two. Sarah needed Kenzi to be her rock, to be her way to stay in the here-and-now and not drift off into despair, and Kenzi’s hand clutching hers was the key. She accompanied the Blood Princess everywhere she went, from meetings with members of the Estate to making appearances at the school for time with the children, to their bedchamber to sleep in their usual tangled mess of limbs.
For Sarah’s part, along with the NEED to keep in contact with Kenzi, she wanted everyone to understand that, yes, she had a consort, and yes, it was a woman. Just because her father accepted her choices and revelations did not mean everyone did, and she was bound and determined to make sure everyone understood the reality of the situation. Kenzi was HERS and was due all the rights and privileges of that position. Servants, valets, handmaidens, the whole deal. She wanted to make sure that Kenzi sparkled as much on the outside as she did on the inside, wanted her to be as fierce to all as she was to her...
I can’t remember a time when I had been bombarded by so many emotions all at once. I had known that coming to Lacklanland with Sarah was going to be difficult, given the circumstances…but nothing had prepared me for this. I cried, I laughed, I sang, I screamed…it was a rollercoaster of feelings that came at me from all sides, but I had done my best to be strong for Sarah…though in truth, she was stronger than I was by miles.
As we walked together in the Manor, I had to pause to look around at the majesty of it all. It was a place that was so different from what I was use to that it actually felt like another country to me. I held her hand as I gave it a gentle squeeze, peering around at everything as if I were a kid in store filled with the most exotic of toys.
Sarah grinned at me, bringing my hand to her ruby red lips.
"Having your hand to hold the last few days has been life-saving."
Little did she know at the time that as much as it was a necessity that she come her, it was just as much a necessity for me that I go with her. Being alone was not my forte, so there was no way that I was not going to come.
"You'll have it as long as you need or want."
"Which means forever. Mine, bitch!"
I rolled my eyes at her comment as she peered at me through narrowed eyes, then chuckled before turning more solemn.
"Also, there is a political aspect to the constant hand holding, by the way. I have a need for any and all within the Manor to understand that, yes, you are my Consort."
"I thought you were scared I'd get lost!"
Sarah stroked her chin in thought.
"That, too. There are a LOT of rooms."
I became serious for a moment. There had been something on my mind for quite a few days and had not given voice to it. This seemed as good a time as any to bring it up.
"We haven't talked about this, but it seems obvious that there's going to be a vacuum here now...you'll probably be expected to take your father's place here...right?"
She nodded, but she had a ready answer.
"This has been prepared for, actually. Over the years, Father either sold off or repurposed most everything. But as sole heir, the estate and island are mine. The will is iron clad in that regard. I have advisors and a steward to act in my place."
That was what I was getting at, but just wanted to be sure.
"So...you'll be able to stay in LA?"
"Of course! Our apartment is too Kickass to ignore! I am sure that I will return to stay someday, but that is long into the future, I believe."
"I don't mind..."
I was actually serious. I would stay here with Sarah…forever. Cold aside…acting and wrestling career over…it didn’t matter as long as I was with her. Fortunately, she had my best interests at heart…
"Living here? In the snow? Surrounded by all the white? I would not wish you to suffer so!"
"I would do it happily...with you."
She reached out and caressed my cheek, smile upon her face.
"You make my heart melt, Beloved. But we have so much fun in Hollywood to have first!"
I return the smile, happy that Sarah is content in LA. I kiss and hug her tightly.
"I love you Sar."
"I love you, Mackenzie. What would you like to do tonight?"
Always thinking of me…even when her grief is so heavy that I can literally feel it hanging in the air around me. Her concern is not for herself…but for me. My heart sinks as I think of all the times I doubted her…times I lay awake at night wondering if she’d be there when I woke. Right now, in this moment…I knew that she was true and I had nothing to fear…but the fear would creep in again…it always did.
I pushed my thoughts aside and tried to focus on her. I had been curious about her upbringing and now that I was here…it was my chance to see it all.
"I'd like you to show me places here that are special to you. Tell me stories about you and your father. That's what I'd like."
She grins at me, obviously happy with my suggestion.
"Funny, I was thinking something very similar. I have an idea or two."
I squeezed her hand and kissed it. There was nothing more than I wanted than to just bask in her presence…and I told her just that.
"Nothing I'd like more than to spend time with you Sar."
Sarah was more than happy to take Kenzi on a guided tour of the Manor House and the grounds that surrounded it. The place was like a treasure trove of novelties...and Sarah took her to every corner to show her everything that was of interest...
The Knocker
The sledgehammer that was her father’s chosen weapon that he used the majority of his career. The Knocker was originally built by Jean Paul Lacklan’s old running buddy Creature as a “mission from God.” Creature was JPL’s “Fist” and he built the sledgehammer after an arduous journey. JPL took it as his own later in life and used it for years. The metal head was shattered during an attack on Andrew Ashton, one of JPL’s greatest enemies, and he needed it to be reforged. The People of Lacklan reforged it, using the remnants of the original Knocker, according to Sarah’s own design.
"It is now a spiked maul that takes great strength to wield. It is too heavy for me to use, but it is a goal of mine Beloved! We MUST ALWAYS have goals."
The Ballroom
Sarah has already told Kenzi of the importance of the room and the piano, as, according to her father, her mother would play music for him while he worked. Sarah was filled with fervor to learn the piano because of the stories and it has become quite special to her. When speaking of it again, Sarah’s eyes grow misty.
“I can tell you, with all honesty, that the last time we were here? When we played together after we danced? That was when I knew that you were more than just my best friend. I fell in love with you that night.”
The Trophy Room
The room is filled with every trophy you can imagine. Bowling. Swimming. Singing. Dancing. Scholastic. Cheerleading. Essay-writing. Modeling. Every #LacklanlandFillintheBlank you can think of.
”OMG I HAVEN’T SHOWN YOU MY COLLECTION!!!!”
She has a room packed full of Twilight Sparkle toys. It is filled with so much purple and pink that even Sanrio and Hello Kitty are jealous.
Sarah's Shrine to Nikita Dolore
Her favorite wrestler growing up...
“Besides Father. Obviously.”
Nikita was an MMA-influenced wrestler who fought in mostly underground companies. While she and her father worked for the same company years ago, it was at different times and they never met. However, they met each other last year in Texas and although they only had a couple of matches against each other, they began to respect one another. JPL convinced her to help train Sarah in the ways of being a woman in the sport. Sarah has a picture of them together taken the first time she came over for dinner, with Nikita giving a somewhat half-smile while Sarah 'OMG I look like such a GOOBER!'
The Family Cemetery
It includes her grandparents Steven and Lorelai.
“The caskets are empty, of course. They died in a plane crash over the Pacific before I was born.”
It also includes her mother Selena and the soon-to-be-filled plot of her father.
Her Father’s Original Mask
“When I was little, I would wear Mother’s old robes and Father’s mask around the Manor. I have actually thought about wearing during my entrance. Like, it would be cool to wear it to the ring with my hood on, then throw back the hood, take off the mask, and spit the mist. At least, I think so.”
Her father had his entire face engulfed in flames during a match when she was a toddler and suffered major damage. He wore the mask for protection since the skin would never be the same and would be prone to breaking easily.
Sarah's Cheerleader Outfit
“OMG we need to roleplay! I’m the cheerleader and you’re the jock! WHY HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE?!?!”
The Gym
“It might seem silly, but some of our most intimate moments were here. I would watch him train when I was young and would ask him if I could join him. He would never let me, staying that I needed to let my body grow first. I understand, now. He allowed me to join him on my 14th birthday as we trained 3 days a week from then on out. I fell in love with lifting because of him.”
The Kitchens
“Father’s mother, Lorelai, was Cajun. You would never think of it to hear Father’s voice, but the accent was there when he was younger, and even recently you could still hear it in certain words. It is part of why I was pushed to learn French. Anyway, Father always had a taste for Cajun cuisine, which certainly beats the vast majority of bland New England cooking, so he commissioned a Cajun restaurant. The chefs named it Chez Jean-Paul in his honor. The building, and the music venue it was a part of, burned to the ground, so the chefs relocated here. OMG I have never told you about Salvation’s End! That is a whole nother story!”
Jean Paul Lacklan's Trophy Room
Full of title belts, a few tournament trophies, and his two HOF rings.
“Since my debut, I have come in here at different times. I wish to make him proud of me, Beloved. I wish to carry on his legacy. I wish to make his vision a reality.”
As Sarah concluded the tour, Kenzi had a much deeper appreciation for the girl she'd given her heart to; as well as the place she'd come from. It was not the backwater doomsday cult she had imagined...it was something she'd never encountered...but still familiar in an old-world sort of way. She understood Sarah 10-more than she had before...and this new knowledge only increased her love for her.
Lacklanland, Maine
19 April 2017
The days of being in Lacklanland after the death of Sarah’s father were quite different than the visit Kenzi initially had in February. While the two had hugged a lot during that trip, the best friends with the sexual tension just beginning its climb, this adventure included constant physical contact between the two. Sarah needed Kenzi to be her rock, to be her way to stay in the here-and-now and not drift off into despair, and Kenzi’s hand clutching hers was the key. She accompanied the Blood Princess everywhere she went, from meetings with members of the Estate to making appearances at the school for time with the children, to their bedchamber to sleep in their usual tangled mess of limbs.
For Sarah’s part, along with the NEED to keep in contact with Kenzi, she wanted everyone to understand that, yes, she had a consort, and yes, it was a woman. Just because her father accepted her choices and revelations did not mean everyone did, and she was bound and determined to make sure everyone understood the reality of the situation. Kenzi was HERS and was due all the rights and privileges of that position. Servants, valets, handmaidens, the whole deal. She wanted to make sure that Kenzi sparkled as much on the outside as she did on the inside, wanted her to be as fierce to all as she was to her...
I can’t remember a time when I had been bombarded by so many emotions all at once. I had known that coming to Lacklanland with Sarah was going to be difficult, given the circumstances…but nothing had prepared me for this. I cried, I laughed, I sang, I screamed…it was a rollercoaster of feelings that came at me from all sides, but I had done my best to be strong for Sarah…though in truth, she was stronger than I was by miles.
As we walked together in the Manor, I had to pause to look around at the majesty of it all. It was a place that was so different from what I was use to that it actually felt like another country to me. I held her hand as I gave it a gentle squeeze, peering around at everything as if I were a kid in store filled with the most exotic of toys.
Sarah grinned at me, bringing my hand to her ruby red lips.
"Having your hand to hold the last few days has been life-saving."
Little did she know at the time that as much as it was a necessity that she come her, it was just as much a necessity for me that I go with her. Being alone was not my forte, so there was no way that I was not going to come.
"You'll have it as long as you need or want."
"Which means forever. Mine, bitch!"
I rolled my eyes at her comment as she peered at me through narrowed eyes, then chuckled before turning more solemn.
"Also, there is a political aspect to the constant hand holding, by the way. I have a need for any and all within the Manor to understand that, yes, you are my Consort."
"I thought you were scared I'd get lost!"
Sarah stroked her chin in thought.
"That, too. There are a LOT of rooms."
I became serious for a moment. There had been something on my mind for quite a few days and had not given voice to it. This seemed as good a time as any to bring it up.
"We haven't talked about this, but it seems obvious that there's going to be a vacuum here now...you'll probably be expected to take your father's place here...right?"
She nodded, but she had a ready answer.
"This has been prepared for, actually. Over the years, Father either sold off or repurposed most everything. But as sole heir, the estate and island are mine. The will is iron clad in that regard. I have advisors and a steward to act in my place."
That was what I was getting at, but just wanted to be sure.
"So...you'll be able to stay in LA?"
"Of course! Our apartment is too Kickass to ignore! I am sure that I will return to stay someday, but that is long into the future, I believe."
"I don't mind..."
I was actually serious. I would stay here with Sarah…forever. Cold aside…acting and wrestling career over…it didn’t matter as long as I was with her. Fortunately, she had my best interests at heart…
"Living here? In the snow? Surrounded by all the white? I would not wish you to suffer so!"
"I would do it happily...with you."
She reached out and caressed my cheek, smile upon her face.
"You make my heart melt, Beloved. But we have so much fun in Hollywood to have first!"
I return the smile, happy that Sarah is content in LA. I kiss and hug her tightly.
"I love you Sar."
"I love you, Mackenzie. What would you like to do tonight?"
Always thinking of me…even when her grief is so heavy that I can literally feel it hanging in the air around me. Her concern is not for herself…but for me. My heart sinks as I think of all the times I doubted her…times I lay awake at night wondering if she’d be there when I woke. Right now, in this moment…I knew that she was true and I had nothing to fear…but the fear would creep in again…it always did.
I pushed my thoughts aside and tried to focus on her. I had been curious about her upbringing and now that I was here…it was my chance to see it all.
"I'd like you to show me places here that are special to you. Tell me stories about you and your father. That's what I'd like."
She grins at me, obviously happy with my suggestion.
"Funny, I was thinking something very similar. I have an idea or two."
I squeezed her hand and kissed it. There was nothing more than I wanted than to just bask in her presence…and I told her just that.
"Nothing I'd like more than to spend time with you Sar."
Sarah was more than happy to take Kenzi on a guided tour of the Manor House and the grounds that surrounded it. The place was like a treasure trove of novelties...and Sarah took her to every corner to show her everything that was of interest...
The Knocker
The sledgehammer that was her father’s chosen weapon that he used the majority of his career. The Knocker was originally built by Jean Paul Lacklan’s old running buddy Creature as a “mission from God.” Creature was JPL’s “Fist” and he built the sledgehammer after an arduous journey. JPL took it as his own later in life and used it for years. The metal head was shattered during an attack on Andrew Ashton, one of JPL’s greatest enemies, and he needed it to be reforged. The People of Lacklan reforged it, using the remnants of the original Knocker, according to Sarah’s own design.
"It is now a spiked maul that takes great strength to wield. It is too heavy for me to use, but it is a goal of mine Beloved! We MUST ALWAYS have goals."
The Ballroom
Sarah has already told Kenzi of the importance of the room and the piano, as, according to her father, her mother would play music for him while he worked. Sarah was filled with fervor to learn the piano because of the stories and it has become quite special to her. When speaking of it again, Sarah’s eyes grow misty.
“I can tell you, with all honesty, that the last time we were here? When we played together after we danced? That was when I knew that you were more than just my best friend. I fell in love with you that night.”
The Trophy Room
The room is filled with every trophy you can imagine. Bowling. Swimming. Singing. Dancing. Scholastic. Cheerleading. Essay-writing. Modeling. Every #LacklanlandFillintheBlank you can think of.
”OMG I HAVEN’T SHOWN YOU MY COLLECTION!!!!”
She has a room packed full of Twilight Sparkle toys. It is filled with so much purple and pink that even Sanrio and Hello Kitty are jealous.
Sarah's Shrine to Nikita Dolore
Her favorite wrestler growing up...
“Besides Father. Obviously.”
Nikita was an MMA-influenced wrestler who fought in mostly underground companies. While she and her father worked for the same company years ago, it was at different times and they never met. However, they met each other last year in Texas and although they only had a couple of matches against each other, they began to respect one another. JPL convinced her to help train Sarah in the ways of being a woman in the sport. Sarah has a picture of them together taken the first time she came over for dinner, with Nikita giving a somewhat half-smile while Sarah 'OMG I look like such a GOOBER!'
The Family Cemetery
It includes her grandparents Steven and Lorelai.
“The caskets are empty, of course. They died in a plane crash over the Pacific before I was born.”
It also includes her mother Selena and the soon-to-be-filled plot of her father.
Her Father’s Original Mask
“When I was little, I would wear Mother’s old robes and Father’s mask around the Manor. I have actually thought about wearing during my entrance. Like, it would be cool to wear it to the ring with my hood on, then throw back the hood, take off the mask, and spit the mist. At least, I think so.”
Her father had his entire face engulfed in flames during a match when she was a toddler and suffered major damage. He wore the mask for protection since the skin would never be the same and would be prone to breaking easily.
Sarah's Cheerleader Outfit
“OMG we need to roleplay! I’m the cheerleader and you’re the jock! WHY HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE?!?!”
The Gym
“It might seem silly, but some of our most intimate moments were here. I would watch him train when I was young and would ask him if I could join him. He would never let me, staying that I needed to let my body grow first. I understand, now. He allowed me to join him on my 14th birthday as we trained 3 days a week from then on out. I fell in love with lifting because of him.”
The Kitchens
“Father’s mother, Lorelai, was Cajun. You would never think of it to hear Father’s voice, but the accent was there when he was younger, and even recently you could still hear it in certain words. It is part of why I was pushed to learn French. Anyway, Father always had a taste for Cajun cuisine, which certainly beats the vast majority of bland New England cooking, so he commissioned a Cajun restaurant. The chefs named it Chez Jean-Paul in his honor. The building, and the music venue it was a part of, burned to the ground, so the chefs relocated here. OMG I have never told you about Salvation’s End! That is a whole nother story!”
Jean Paul Lacklan's Trophy Room
Full of title belts, a few tournament trophies, and his two HOF rings.
“Since my debut, I have come in here at different times. I wish to make him proud of me, Beloved. I wish to carry on his legacy. I wish to make his vision a reality.”
As Sarah concluded the tour, Kenzi had a much deeper appreciation for the girl she'd given her heart to; as well as the place she'd come from. It was not the backwater doomsday cult she had imagined...it was something she'd never encountered...but still familiar in an old-world sort of way. She understood Sarah 10-more than she had before...and this new knowledge only increased her love for her.