Ea
03-08-2018, 12:41 PM
Ea had been dreading the barbecue the second she’d seen the invitation. Scorch had been talking about getting the family together for weeks, of course, so she’d known it was coming, but seeing the physical invitation filled Ea with anxiety. She and Ramiel had to go - they live close enough, anyway, and their son Kha had been staying with Scorch and Hestoni over the summer. Allure and Grim were away at their year-round boarding school, but Sela and Sabrael had chosen to stay with her parents. Ea didn’t mind - Sabrael was a quiet, independent boy and Sela had always been her favorite child, though she’d never say it out loud. She just had a lighter presence than the others, and god knows Ea and Ramiel could use some light.
She walks over to her bathroom, opens up the cabinet and grabs a pill bottle, shaking out two Xanax and swallows them dry. She reaches to put the bottle back in the cabinet but then, knowing herself, shoves the bottle into the back pocket of her ripped boyfriend jeans. Closing the cabinet, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stops, sighing. She’s naturally gorgeous, objectively so, with her high cheekbones, green-hazel eyes and thick, wavy brown hair. She has small streaks of silver throughout her hair - she’d dyed it while she’d been a public figure, trying to present a youthful appearance, but since her and Ramiel’s retirement from the public eye she’d let them grow out. He’d always liked her gray streaks, anyway. It made her looked dignified, regal.
She threw on some basic makeup, and considered changing out of her comfortable jeans and tucked in, loosely fitting blouse and into something more formal but decided against it. She knew her mother would be in a basic tank top to show off her tattoos, Noori would be wearing some ridiculously revealing shirt, and surely there would be some type of drama, so she assumes no one would be looking at her anyway. How refreshing.
She walks into her chef’s kitchen (as if Ea would ever cook her own food - their normal sized kitchen had never been touched except by the maids), expecting to see Ramiel or one of the children, but finds it empty. She presses a buzzer on the wall - one of several, this one labeled driver - and speaks into it: “Victor, we’ll be ready for the car in thirty minutes.” She doesn’t bother waiting for an answer, and presses another, this one labeled bedroom 2: “Sela?”
“Here, mom,” the eighteen-year-old says from behind her, and Ea turns around, inspecting her appearance. Sela never wore makeup, but she didn’t need to - she’d inherited her mother’s easy good looks - and today wears a simple, loose maxi dress and stylish sandals. A basic outfit, though it had probably cost in the thousands of dollars altogether. It was lucky that Ea’s family had seemingly endless amounts of money - none of them would know how to live on a budget. She nods in approval.
“I don’t know where your brother and father are, but I’ve called for the car. Might as well get this over with,” she grumbles, grabbing her clutch from the kitchen counter, discretely removing the bottle of pills from her back pocket and tucking them into the clutch.
Eventually, Sabrael and Ramiel find them, and Ea instantly relaxes in her husband’s presence. She greets him with a quick kiss and an affectionate squeeze on his arm. She’d always been a private person, preferring to reserve her affections for when she and Ram were alone together. It’d been engrained in her from an early age to be careful of the image she presented to the rest of the world and she’d been ever-vigilant since.
The car ride over is pleasant enough, the children chatting excitedly about seeing Kha and the rest of the family. Ea reaches for Ram’s hand and squeezes it gently three times.
They reach Scorch and Hestoni’s house - Ea is the last to get out of the car and pops another Xanax. She takes a deep breath, exhales, and walks in.
She walks over to her bathroom, opens up the cabinet and grabs a pill bottle, shaking out two Xanax and swallows them dry. She reaches to put the bottle back in the cabinet but then, knowing herself, shoves the bottle into the back pocket of her ripped boyfriend jeans. Closing the cabinet, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stops, sighing. She’s naturally gorgeous, objectively so, with her high cheekbones, green-hazel eyes and thick, wavy brown hair. She has small streaks of silver throughout her hair - she’d dyed it while she’d been a public figure, trying to present a youthful appearance, but since her and Ramiel’s retirement from the public eye she’d let them grow out. He’d always liked her gray streaks, anyway. It made her looked dignified, regal.
She threw on some basic makeup, and considered changing out of her comfortable jeans and tucked in, loosely fitting blouse and into something more formal but decided against it. She knew her mother would be in a basic tank top to show off her tattoos, Noori would be wearing some ridiculously revealing shirt, and surely there would be some type of drama, so she assumes no one would be looking at her anyway. How refreshing.
She walks into her chef’s kitchen (as if Ea would ever cook her own food - their normal sized kitchen had never been touched except by the maids), expecting to see Ramiel or one of the children, but finds it empty. She presses a buzzer on the wall - one of several, this one labeled driver - and speaks into it: “Victor, we’ll be ready for the car in thirty minutes.” She doesn’t bother waiting for an answer, and presses another, this one labeled bedroom 2: “Sela?”
“Here, mom,” the eighteen-year-old says from behind her, and Ea turns around, inspecting her appearance. Sela never wore makeup, but she didn’t need to - she’d inherited her mother’s easy good looks - and today wears a simple, loose maxi dress and stylish sandals. A basic outfit, though it had probably cost in the thousands of dollars altogether. It was lucky that Ea’s family had seemingly endless amounts of money - none of them would know how to live on a budget. She nods in approval.
“I don’t know where your brother and father are, but I’ve called for the car. Might as well get this over with,” she grumbles, grabbing her clutch from the kitchen counter, discretely removing the bottle of pills from her back pocket and tucking them into the clutch.
Eventually, Sabrael and Ramiel find them, and Ea instantly relaxes in her husband’s presence. She greets him with a quick kiss and an affectionate squeeze on his arm. She’d always been a private person, preferring to reserve her affections for when she and Ram were alone together. It’d been engrained in her from an early age to be careful of the image she presented to the rest of the world and she’d been ever-vigilant since.
The car ride over is pleasant enough, the children chatting excitedly about seeing Kha and the rest of the family. Ea reaches for Ram’s hand and squeezes it gently three times.
They reach Scorch and Hestoni’s house - Ea is the last to get out of the car and pops another Xanax. She takes a deep breath, exhales, and walks in.
(feel free to powerplay Ea within reason)