I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more
Nessa Cordelia Lux
Nessa had not long since returned from her trip to Dies Irae, where she had visiting her boyfriend, Markus. The trip had been a wild rollercoaster of emotions, having started off well. Despite not being happy with hearing that Markus had gotten arrested, they had managed to move past it. And as a result, enjoyed a wonderful afternoon together in bed, where they had progressed the physical boundaries of their relationship. It had meant so much to Nessa, who for so long had fear such intimacy. Her previous experience had left her uncertain and even scared. But Markus had been loving, and tender, taking it slow and easing her into the experience. It was just another one of the things she loved about Markus, that despite his ways and his means, he was always so considerate of her. Even if he had a curious way of showing her, with a little bit of unnecessary teasing. But it deemed the same results nonetheless and left her feeling full of appreciation for her other half.
Unfortunately despite all of her feelings of amour, the trip had been quickly ruined by Rex's interruptions. Rex who had once been Nessa's beau back during her teenage years, a relationship that had turned sour very quickly. Rex's had wanted to move forward a little too quickly for Nessa's liking, often she had told him she wasn't ready, unaware of the growing frustrations of the pubescent teenage male. Until finally, he snapped, taking her on a date on a boat, she had fallen asleep, only to wake with him above her. Her clothes removed, and him about to take the very thing she wasn't ready to give him. She had fought him off, and her magic, which had been minimal up to that point would finally show itself. An orb of starlight had manifested, flying at him and knocking him off of the boat. Allowing Nessa the opportunity to escape him, but not without further consequence. She would've let it go if he had only let it be. She would have just broken it off and moved on with him, but Rex's true nature came out. He couldn't be certain that she would do so, and soon a letter was sent to her. Photos of herself, asleep on the boat in her underwear, along with a messaged threatening to expose these to everyone if she told of what happened.
She wouldn't have done it, said anything. But this was not something she could control, her Aunt found her crying and saw the photos. She had read the letter and forced an explanation out of the teenage girl, and so Rex's fate was sealed. Aunt Antoinette left the house that night, and whilst Nessa didn't see what happened, she knew. Antoinette was not like her mother, Cordelia, she wasn't so forgiving, nor as pure. She had experienced things that had hardened her to such sweet sentiments as forgiveness and the thought of her niece being mistreated in such a manner had allowed her to look past morality. Rex had been hurt, very, very badly. And as such he and his family were forced to move away, but not without one last attempt to get back at Nessa. Through manipulation, Rex single-handedly managed to turn everyone that wasn't family against her, she lost her friendships, she was attacked, she even dropped out of school. It had taken quite a hard toll on the Lux and Blossom family, and yet after all these years. She had thought it was over, that Rex had moved on with his new life and that this chapter of her life was closer.
It would seem that this was not the case, the grudge that Rex carried had just continued to fester and now he had returned. Letting Nessa know through various means that he had not moved past their transgression and whatever his intentions were for the Starlight Maiden, they were clearer of the more malignant nature. At first, it had been the stalking, she had suspected that someone was following her, but she couldn't prove it. Now she knew it had been him, watching her, increasing her paranoia as she heard his steps so often lurking in the distance. Then finally he reached out, after the job at Lord Szutaris manor, following her and Markus finally admitting their feelings for each other. She had spent several days with Markus in the void, just being with him, talking and enjoying each other company. Until finally, she had returned home, where Rex had left a message for her, the stuffed cat on her bed. A replica of Sebastian, covered in blood and torn apart, for a moment allowing Nessa to think that he was dead. Even after she had realised it wasn't him, she hadn't been able to shake the panic that it had created. What with Mythal disappearing and then Aven, she had begun to freak out, thinking that Rex was somehow manipulating her life. Ruining it bit by bit and that once again she would end up alone. Abandoned by everyone she loved.
But Mythal returned, as did Aven and once Markus saw the effect it had had on her, even he had become more present. Wary of her eating, making sure she looked after herself. She had gotten better, no longer regressing back to the catatonic state she had been in during the original ordeal. She had recovered and Rex must have noticed this because he struck again, whilst she was in Dies Irae with Markus. Having a package delivered to them, once again photos but just of her enjoying her daily life. Images of her spread over several months, showing just how long he'd been following her, watching her life since she had joined Fairy Tail. What made them even more jarring was the words, the insults and slander that were written in blood across the images. A reflection of his anger and his hatred for her.
The best course of action was the pretend things were normal, that she had got the message but was unperturbed by the situation. A means to bait him out of hiding, only this time they would be ready for him. And so once she had returned to from Amber Island to Magnolia, she had soon arrived for a day at work with a letter on her desk. The envelope was lilac in colour, with a fancy emerald wax sealer pressed across the centre of its flap. She recognised the symbol of Lord's Szutaris family line, which created a rush of uncertainty within the Starlight Maiden. Her last experience with the Lord hadn't been great, he was eccentric and self-centred. His vision often obscured the considerations of others, with little thought to how he affects those around them. But still, she couldn't ignore him that wasn't appropriate for her and her position. She picked it up, slowly peeling it open to pull out the parchment. It was fragranced with sickeningly sweet perfume and but at least the calligraphy was pleasant.
To Nessa Cordelia Lux & Markus
I, Lord Szutaris, am reaching out to apologize to you both. It has come to my realization that both my and my daughter's actions towards you upon your visit to my manor were rather discourteous. We certainly could have handled ourselves with a slight more dignity.
Please accept my sincerest apologies, I hope that we can move forward with a smoother and more mutually beneficial friendship. As such, I'd like to invite you to a grand event hosted by one of the companies in which I invest, I have included your tickets in this letter. I hope to see you both there, please dress accordingly.
Nessa sighed, putting down the letter, feeling immediately conflicted. On one hand, she already knew this wasn't going to be an easy event. It was one to which they had been invited by the Lord, even if he wished to make amends, whether he actually could do so was yet to be seen. But they had to be normal, and the last thing she wanted was to offend someone just trying to be considerate. No, she couldn't ignore it. She would have to accept and somehow see if she could convince Markus to join her. She groaned, reaching for her iLac, she would find the number of Dies Irae's reception. First things first, she had to get hold of Markus, who still didn't possess a flipping iLac.
As she expected, it took a lot of work for Nessa to get both of them to attend the event. Once she had managed to get in touch with her elusive boyfriend, she had told him about the letter. How she was unable to deny such a polite request, despite his displeasure at such an idea. It had been work; Nessa had used significantly high levels of pleading, kisses and promises that she would do her best to make sure he enjoyed it. Somehow she'd managed to get him to agree to attend with her, and whilst she was still dreading the possibility that a certain girl might be at the event, she was also excited at any form of date like event spent with her beau. Maybe, if she was lucky, they could even enjoy themselves.
They arrived at the venue in the morning, Nessa was wearing a violet-coloured maxi dress with silver heels, a silver, sparkly shawl draped loosely over her shoulders. Even if they didn't want to be here, there was no excuse not to dress appropriately for the occasion. Any excuse to wear some of her favourite new pieces and hopefully look good for Markus. Her wide eyes took in the sight of the complex before there, there was a grand church where the wedding itself would be held, beautiful and archaic in design. Next to which was a gentlemen's club, which had been rented for the purpose of hosting the wedding reception. She turned to look back at Markus, her eyes glimmering with excitement. "It's been so long since I've attended a wedding! Come on sweetie, it's going to be fun, I promise!" She cooed playfully, trying to coax him into a celebratory mood.
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