Ashlandil

Was she fucking crazy!? What in the ever loving fuck made her think it was okay to do a stunt like that!?
I watched furiously as an epic battle scene ensued between my dark queen and in the girl who was in a lot of white that made me think of Queen Elsa from that Disney movie. They were literally tossing Kenali back and forth, her "minions" catching her as she literally flew through the air.
The white girl was thrown in a similar manner, but not near as high as Kenali was!
I clenched my hands around the arm of the chair, grinding my teeth.
She fucking said there wouldn't be any stunts!
She said she wouldn't take any motherfucking risks and yet here she is allowing her pregnant self to be tossed around like some fucking cheerleader! I wasn't fucking having this whatsoever! What if she hurt the baby with her foolishness?
That was my kid too!
My eyes flicked to Andy, my eyes able to see his tense facial expression as he watched the same scene as me. He apparently didn't agree with her current routine either.
I sucked in In a tight breath as Kenali was flung backward through the air, a collective gasp from the audience mimicking me as her minions caught her again, looking woeful for their dark, defeated queen as she was lowered to the ground.
I had absolutely no fucking idea what the plot of this ballet even was.
I just knew the really pale, powdered people dressed in white had won and the ones dressed in red and black had been defeated.
Thank god it was over.
I was already on the edge on my chair, ready to stomp my way down those stairs and tell my girlfriend what's what for being so irresponsible and fucking stupid in general!
For fucks sake!
She was pregnant!
You're not supposed to toss pregnant people around!
Gah!
There was a splattering of applause as the show ended --- or took a break I wasn't sure which. I just knew as soon as the curtain closed I rose to my feet, intent on pitching the biggest bitch fit I had ever pitched in my entire life without killing or maiming those around me --- and not destroying the city.
I kind of liked this city.
"That was so cool!" CC burst, looking surprised. "I have no idea what's going on but it looks cool! Is it over?"
"It's just a break." Andy said, rolling his shoulders. "Fifteen minutes and it'll be back up, but it should be over then."
Ahuh.
"I'll be right back," I said, and before anyone could speak I left, knowing exactly where I was going.


"Do you know how dangerous that was?" I hissed, following Kenali around her dressing room as she freshened up, her face and body flushed red with exertion, a sheen of sweat on her perfect skin.
She sent me a scowl over her shoulder, letting the frantic woman powder her face and touch up her make up, even going so far as to adjust the corset and check the strings.
"It wasn't that dangerous, Ash."
"Are you kidding me!?" I burst, throwing my hands in the air. "Do you know what the risk is? It's just a fucking show, it's not even --- it's not worth the consequences!"
I think she rolled her eyes at me.
"Kenali," I growled, glaring at her reflection in the mirror in front of me, she hardly looking like the angel I was in love with.
"I'm not in any danger;" she informed me tartly, brushing a curl of red hair from her face. "Why won't you trust me? I know what I'm doing."
"It's not you I'm worried about! What if those men drop you? Or don't catch you at all!? In your condition ---!"
"Ashlandil," her tone was sharp, cutting me off as she abruptly turned, her hands going to her tiny waist, her costume making it seem so much smaller. The makeup woman sent both of us a nervous look before scurrying off to another dancer.
The only reason I'd gotten back here into the dressing room was because I'd enamored my way in, using my charm and handsome good looks to sweet talk everyone who'd questioned me into not worrying about my presence in the female dressing room.
It wasn't like I was going to be looking at any of them, I only had eyes for Kenali.
"You need to stop worrying," she told me with a sigh, stepping over to me. Her cool hands rose to cup my cheeks, giving me me a sweet smile. "everything is going smoothly, isn't it? Didn't you like the show so far?"
"of course, you're perfect." the words were easy.
"Them stop being a drama queen! It's all good," she chuckled, rising on her tip toes to kiss me. I sighed, begrudgingly returning her amused kiss. "It's just a harmless show."
Well I'm glad she thought so. I still held a horrible feeling in my gut that something was going to go wrong, something equivalent to the end of the world. I let my eyes trail to her growing stomach as she leaned away from me, concerned.
I would hate for the world to end just as we had our baby.
That would suck.
"Ash, the show is about to start again," her voice entered my thoughts, and I crossed my arms as I frowned at her.
"Kenali ---."
"Ashlandil, please," she murmured, reaching for my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. "The shows almost over. All of this is. We just have to make it through the night and we're done."
True.
But that didn't exactly make me feel any better.
"Fine," I grumbled, frowning. "But I'll be right here waiting when the show is over and we're heading right home."
She rolled her eyes but didn't argue.
that was a first.
I let go of her hand, my lips descending swiftly to her cheek before I got my ass out of that dressing room, aware of the judgemental stares I'd been getting. Like I gave a shit for any of those prima Donnas.
I could hardly handle the one I had.
I managed to get to my seat just before the lights started dimming, earning a look from the guys as I settled between them all.
"I would ask where you've been but I can see it for myself," Jake said dryly, motioning at my lips, and with a scowl I wiped off Kenalis remaining lipstick. I hadn't even realized....
"How's she doing?" CC asked, tugging on the collar of his suit again. "Still good?"
"She's fine, yeah."
"Not having a mental breakdown?"
"Not that I noticed."
"That's good. Maybe you should be more like her."
"Shove it, Jake."
I frowned as I felt my pocket buzz, and I surreptitiously slipped my phone out where I could see the screen.
Eh?
Iriel?
What did that fucker want?
I frowned, giving the stage a glance before rising to my feet. "I'll be right back."
"Where are you going now? The shown is about to start."
"I'll gotta make a call, I won't be long."
"ash, Kenna ---."
"She won't even notice I'm gone for like two seconds," I snapped, irked. "I'll be right back."
And then I stepped out.
I stepped into the hallway, following it down to where a small, one person bathroom was stashed. I answered the call at the last minute, thoroughly irritated the pompous angel would be calling me when he knew how important tonight was.
"What?" I almost snarled as I answered, and I heard iriels deep, trademark sigh.
"Hello, Ashlandil. I'm glad to hear from you too."
"I'm busy right now, I don't have time for bullshit. What do you want?" I demanded bluntly, trying to keep my voice down despite how pissed I still was at him for even suggesting taking my baby. Our baby.
"I need your assistance," Iriels voice was clipped as he responded. "Immediately. I currently have Cronus locked away, I finally managed to find him, but he's proving difficult to handle."
I snorted. "You mean he's too physically strong for you and is breaking all your shit?"
Iriel huffed. "You wanted him, didn't you? He's been found. And detained. However I need assistance in continuing detaining him before he gets free and holds a grudge against me. I am doing this for the baby, Ashlandil, because it needs to be protected at all costs and Cronus is a threat. Are you coming?"
"Tonight's Kenalis show, I can't just leave ---."
"He'll have escaped by then if you wait!" I could hear the disdain and urgency mixing in his stuffy, uptight voice.
Fuck.
"Fine. Where are you?" I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Hopefully Kenali would forgive me for this.

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