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Re: Serendipity
Posted: 02 Jun 2017, 22:45
by Birdee
Help came in other forms, but it didn't seem to be needed. Louvel was working out what Birdee didn't get out for him with a few thrusts. The comment about the free meal got a two arm raise from Birdee as she eyed the waitress; as if saying 'really?'
"SHOOOOOOOOOOOT. I'm really sory That's never happened before. I don't think." Birdee had brought a couple people here in the past and had never experienced anything like that with people she knew, or around her. Birdee felt a little bad, she had suggested the place to him, and the skillets. He would probably never come back again. She waited until he sat down, to reclaim her spot across from him.
"My parents? That's an interesting way of putting it." She laughed then started with her mom's names. "My mom's name is Jennefer, but she's no relation to the....ahhhh Von Der Marcks. That how you say it?" So you must know them? Her eyes possessed an eager, and earnest desire to get to the bottom of it all, as they stared at him.
"I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her. My mom. She's battling cancer and fessed up that the guy who I thought was my dad...wasn't. Anyway, that's a crazy, even longer story for another time. For my brother-if he's even around. Maybe he left for greener pastures." Birdee took a long sip of her drink to wet the back of her throat, letting that sit there. If he moved, maybe Louvel would know and could point her in the direction of where to go.
"Anyways, the guy that knocked my mom up-his name is-was, Otto That's not a really common name, so I imagine if you know of them-or at least how to say their last name, you might know the guy? Well, know of him." Birdee sat back in the booth after putting the glass down, hoping Louvel would know where to find her brother, or Otto.
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 09 Jun 2017, 13:53
by Louvel von der Marck
If playing tug-o-war over a jacket with a complete stranger was a bit out of the ordinary for any given day for Louvel, or choking on a mixture of eggs and getting the heimlich from the very same stranger in question then it still was pretty average at best compared to what he just heard with his own ears. He was frozen in that moment. Sitting there like the world just stopped spinning for the first time in history and he was at it’s center. Whether he wanted to be or not.
Cancer. He could see Mara’s face, feel the intimidating shape of every bone that protruded beneath the lifeless skin that lost it’s sunrich glow. Mother. Mara. He felt her presence and like any other time he savored it quietly as the soothing sensation took over. He didn’t doubt the truth in what Birdee expressed. Growing up believing someone who isn’t your parent, well, it wasn’t all that uncommon. In most of those cases it was a blessing. His lips parted just enough to draw in air. The goal was not to speak or interrupt but to draw in the strength to stay quiet. Mara was more of a von der Marck in character, substance and name than…
Otto.
Birdee’s voice saying his name had the power to stop his heart, or so it seemed. The crush of tension that formed around it and gripped hard had Louvel sitting with his mouth a little wider open than likely appeared reasonable. It wasn’t the remnants of his recent defiant breakfast. Nor was it the dryness setting in over the space of his inner mouth. His lower jaw cautiously rose to meet the upper and partnered into a joint press that had the outer muscles at each corner dancing slowly beneath his golden skin. There was a sudden inner assault of tension winding up in his body that he felt like he could obliterate everything around him with the mention of the man’s name when Mara was clearly somehow present.
“He is dead.” The words were far more direct in tone than anything he likely had said in a very long time. For as gentle as Louvel could be his name was chosen after birth and suited him for a reason and the spirit of the namesake within rose as if summoned. On guard it was as his eyes pinned on her. "And I am his son."
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 11 Jun 2017, 01:35
by Birdee
And just like that, it felt as if a rug had been pulled out from under her very feet with those three words. Birdee kept repeating them silently within her head, 'he is dead,' as she stared across the table at Louvel. She didn't feel anything about that statement, not at first.
Then pieces were put together in the puzzle that was Otto. How did he die? When did he die? Had she wasted all her time and money coming here? Where was her brother? Was he dead too? She took a deep breath in and it followed with a "woah," soft, but still loud enough for a person who was sitting across from Birdee to hear.
Then, five more words came from Louvel, and Birdee just sat there, staring at him. She was dumbfounded. Had she heard any of this right? Birdee rubbed at her bad ear, blinked and kept looking at Louvel as she processed everything. Otto was dead. And Louvel was his son.
"Sorry about your dad." Was the first thing that came from her mouth, as she still processed things. It hadn't clicked just yet that Louvel was who she was looking for this entire time as Birdee sat there, feeling bad for the guy who lost his dad. He wasn't her dad. As far as Birdee was concerned he was some guy that got lucky a time or ten with her mom and accidents happened. He was never her dad-at least not emotionally, or mentally. She couldn't deny the physiological side of ****, but she would anyways.
There was silence from the both of them, allowing Birdee to finally put the last piece of things together. When she did, Birdee slapped down on the table top next to her plate, rattling it. "Holy fricksticks! You're Lou!" Birdee damn near jumped out of the booth and scooted on his side. "I've been looking for you foooooor about twenty-five years. I knew I wasn't crazy." That could be debatable by some people, but Birdee knew he had been out there-just not who he was until just under a year ago.
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 12 Jun 2017, 20:11
by Louvel von der Marck
A rattling of the utensils on the table didn’t shake him from staring at her. The plates that were still left on the surface between them shivered in their spots with the force of her hands on their shared table. Even that didn’t sway his focus on her as she jumped off of the seat beneath her and traded it up for the empty space beside him. Okay, so now he had no choice but to shift his head to follow her.
“There is nothing to be sorry about. It was long overdue.”
He didn’t create distance between them. Even with her burst of obvious enthusiasm as if she hit the lottery against mind blowing odds...which was sort of more likely the more he gave it thought. The topic of Otto still left him conflicted to think about let alone discuss. After all wasn’t she a woman that until a recent heimlich maneuver was a complete jacket tugging stranger? But there he was in the moment with a heaping serving of reality that most wouldn’t be able to choke down if their life depended on it.
His eyes looked at her face and small shards of visual memory came to mind. Otto mostly was the center of them. In the hue of her mossy mirror like orbs he discovered Otto was more busy than even Heath’s mother, his life long mistress, could give him allowances for if she were even aware. Finally he felt the timing to blink was overdue and he did just that. Not once but twice.
“I wish I was made aware of you as much as you apparently were of me.”
What the hell could Louvel really say? Otto post-mortem was really reaching all new levels of asshattery above and beyond anything his oldest son had ever witnessed before. Louvel thought he seen and dealt with it all with the whole ordeal of Heath being born, of Otto’s insistence he be brought up von der Marck and the subsequent world wide divide it created between Mara and her only husband afterward. It was a lot to swallow for any good hearted and devoted spouse when they are told one wife isn’t enough. The proof in a child only years younger than their own kind of sets the message no one is prepared to hear in stone. Otto was capable of sectioning out his dark heart and handing it out in more sections than a Florida orange.
One of those seeds was looking at him for a response. Once again there he was trying to bridge the distance Otto left so callously behind for him to deal with. It was anything but Birdee’s fault. Twenty-five years was a lot longer than she stated knowing of a brother or looking for him. That perplexed him. So he had to ask.
“Twenty five years?”
Maybe they needed to go back to the beginning and start over. His hand palmed the side of his cheek and found it impossible to pull his eyes from her own. He could hear the soothing tone of a voice that could calm the fiercest storm with him.
Mara.
“Tell no lies, Louvel.”
Then and there he felt the dissipation of bitter uncertainty that always came with Otto’s memory.
“Listen to the truth in your heart.”
That is what he did as he sat there waiting to hear what she had to say. He could tell whatever it was that it was a long overdue story he finally was getting the chance to hear. Better late than never. His hand went out to the one closest to him that was not his own as a slow exhale left his lungs and lips. Between the two of them he summoned the courage to sort out the years that both of them had otherwise been denied.
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 14 Jun 2017, 02:37
by Birdee
The comment about Otto's death being long overdue had Birdee nodding her head. It indicated no love loss, and really, she had none either. Birdee only knew the guy's name and where she might find him. Everything else was just tiny pieces that may, or may not belong to the puzzle of Otto and the Von Der Marck family. He was staring at her, so Birdee stared back. Jungle colored eyes starring back at he same set, with minor differences. More flecks, maybe.
"Oh, I don't really know anything about you, other than we're best friends. Well, we were. For a long time." She laughed and then reached above her head to collect her wild, untamed hair and then tossed it to her back, re-positioning it once again in its natural comfort. "Maybe only twenty-four. However old people are when they're in Kindergarten." Birdee stated, as if he would know, or understand what she was talking about.
Birdee took a deep breath in, then slowly let it out before she held both hands up at where her shoulders were at, before she went on. "I'm not crazy, I'm not." Birdee started out, eyes still on Louvel's. "You helped me get through-a lot." Her hands dropped into her lap, before one set found their way to the cheap table top and started picking at it. "Sometimes I dreamed about you, we colored together. Played on the playground together. You were better on the monkey bars. 'Cause you're a boy and stronger-mostly the stronger part." Birdee allowed her hand to come to rest on the surface, before she sighed, slightly exasperated.
"I know you don't know me, but I knew you for a long time. Up until sixth grade and then..." Birdee stopped and looked at the door of the restaurant. "I don't know. Haven't you ever felt as if something was missing from your life?" It was a question that was probably unfair to ask, being he never knew anything existed outside of his life here. "Forget it. It does sound crazy, but I know what I know and if you want we can take a test or something. I saw it on Jerry Springer once. DNA test, swab the inside of your cheek and my cheek and send it right in for testing."
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 23 Jun 2017, 13:11
by Louvel von der Marck
There was a protective tide that came in as Birdee spoke. An unseen force that collected him in it’s embrace and wrapped around her too keeping everything else around them at bay. The rattling of dishes settling on the distant overburdened tray beneath them didn’t have what it would take to have him look away. The nearby rustle of winter clothing being slid over patrons who were prepared to pay their tabs were no contest for the Keeper’s attention. Nothing could pull him from his focus on her or what she said. Not even when her kindred mossy hued orbs shot in the direction of the door then bounced back.
Bestfriends. Kindergarten. Not crazy. Dreamed. Color. Monkey bars.
Each word had a world of recollection behind it for Louvel. Visions of him and his life whirled through his mind as if it was set to the orchestra of her voice. Scenes that were once seemingly complete were now clearly missing something, even in the best moments that shaped who he had become. A shadow was present in the backdrop, the shape of a form that was distinct.
It was the sound of her hand setting down on the surface of the table that had his chest growing tight. An empty hand stood for so much more than he really expected to come at him as she spoke.
Missing?
Somehow, as if for the first time, he knew that all too well. It was a feeling he was connected with on the deepest level but he always attributed it to something vastly different than what he now, at that very moment, connected it to. It was usually at the forefront of what he likened to a tidal wave of inspiration and drive that would lead him to conquer summits in lands as far from Canada as he could humanly get. Since he could crawl and walk he was exploring. He couldn’t stay still. His first breath set him on a life consuming search. It found him drifting through lands and extremes. The boy he was grew into a man who sought the unreachable heights and depths most rather witness on a flat screen with a narrator as a guide or on the pricey glossy pages of a coffee table that was safe to open and close upon a brief whim. No investment was intended or needed in those cases. No risk and ultimately no tangible reward.
Louvel had a treasure chest full of memories from where it all had taken him. But then and there on the accommodating seat of the booth in the diner he had never been in before he suddenly felt like all that time he was missing what was easy to see. He sat there beside Birdee and felt an awareness wash over him. For all the time invested, the near death and close calls that he experienced to get where he had been, he clearly was searching for what was never found. Not in the clouds that haloed the majestic peaks or stood out among the reefs that mesmerized him. He sat there and came to terms with the fact for the man he thought he was that could want for nothing he was missing a hell of a lot.
“What happened in sixth grade?”
His chest grew even tighter after he asked. His stomach felt like it was trying to turn it’s own mass into tight forming knots against his will. He didn’t consider the swab comment or knew who Jerry Springer was. He couldn’t be important or relative if his name wasn’t ringing any bells. The air grew considerably cooler around his shoulders and the back of his neck as if the impending winter found it’s way in with full force. He stared at her with his jaw tightening briefly, then relaxing. He needed to know what happened. His back leaned against the support of the booth behind him.
“Tell me.”
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 26 Jun 2017, 19:01
by Birdee
He didn't shut her down or push the idea away, either. Instead, Lou wanted more information. Was he trying to still piece things together? Seeing what made sense? Seeing if she was telling the truth? Birdee lifted her shoulders into a high shrug, then dropped those shoulders quickly. So quick, she felt a sharp pull at the left side of her shoulder blade from the swift, and less than calculated movement.
"I don't know. I guess...I grew up." Birdee said quietly before finding a spot on the table with her left thumbnail and rubbing at it. "You never came. Mom got tired of me talking about my imaginary friend by first grade and told me not to talk about you anymore. That you weren't real." How could anyone know? And by first grade few kids had friends that couldn't been seen by anyone but themselves.
"I guess-I stopped believing you were out there for a while. Between mom and the other kids at school...my reputation as being the 'weird' girl stuck with me from first grade on. No one really ever talked to me, unless they were new to the school. Frick them though. Most of them are losers anyways." Not that she had an extravagant lifestyle going on, but the majority had been in jail one or two times, worked jobs she would never do, or had been married and divorced a time or two over. Less than twenty percent of her graduating class had anything to boast about.
"There was this boy. A new kid from Sacramento...his family moved here for work." Birdee kept staring down at the table as she scraped at imaginary dust particles. "I didn't feel the same way about him and-you didn't come. He was a jerk. Neighborhood bully. Anyways, he had this B B gun and I told him I'd rather eat a jar of nails and razor blades before I gave him a stupid kiss, then kneed him in his tiny acorns. He got mad and he shot me with his stupid pellet gun. Ruptured my ear drum. Can't hear sixty percent of stuff being said in it." She shrugged and then rolled her eyes. "Some people just can't handle hearing 'no.'" Though, Birdee probably could have rejected him a little more nicely, in hindsight. "Then life got crazy. With mom's cancer, my grandma dying...things like that. I guess...like I said. I grew up."
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 02 Jul 2017, 15:46
by Louvel von der Marck
“You can’t, Louvel. You can’t keep it. You need to take it back outside and return it. It doesn’t really matter if you have touched it. You are responsible for what happens from here on even if you were only trying to help. You have to do the right thing.”
His eyes glanced to his hands for visual reference as the memory of the tiny bare chickadee in his small palms was framed by the cupping of Mara’s own beneath. They were so much larger now, capable of repairing things and tearing them apart depending on his mood, the need. His fingers were far wiser, skilled. Back then he felt defeated as he carried the bird back to the wind downed nest and settled it back where it originally was. He watched closely from a distance hoping to see the parents return to nourish it. It was avoided by any signs of wildlife in the area. It didn’t take long. A few days and cool nights cand and went. The random chirping in the first hours decreased to silence. Predictably the tiny creature succumbed to the abandonment in the wake of an event that it had no control over, no choice.
“I would have come looking for you if I had known you existed. Trust me when I say that.”
Louvel looked at her visibly sobered by what he had briefly reflected on, what she had said. She kicked the punk which didn’t surprise him. The fact she suffered permanent hearing loss as a consequence for not giving in to his advances, well, that was like a hand that gripped around his internal mass of his gut and squeezed hard until he felt the need to shift where he sat to put his back to the rest of the world to focus on her. He deserved more than a kick in the nuts.
“We all have to grow up.” His mossy gaze drifted to her ear, the definition of her cheek as it blended into the lips that told a history he was hearing for the first time. “Except Peter Pan. But he has Tinker Bell so he is set.” He smiled just enough to soften his expression as his arm stretched to line the top of the booth behind that they were sitting in. No contact was made. “Let’s see. I never did this before so I guess I will start with what seems to have us filling in a lot of blanks. As you know Otto is deceased.” He chewed his bottom lip long enough to sum up his thoughts on it. “You didn’t miss much.” His hips slid forward just enough that his long legs found the space to get comfortable. "So is my mother, Mara. I am the first born.” He looked away long enough to shake his head to decline the approaching waitress who had a pot of coffee in her hand lifting for suggestion. “Or as far as I know. Obviously that could change.” A slight lift of his shoulder demonstrated he wasn’t going to be bothered by it or half as surprised since she appeared.“Heath was born seven years after I was. As soon as he arrived Otto pretty much had a dual family life as well as residences from then on between Switzerland, the states and here. You don’t favor Otto if that helps. Take it as a compliment.”
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 14 Jul 2017, 22:56
by Birdee
Birdee just nodded her head. If he had known. How could he have known? Up until a couple of years ago, she didn't even know her real father's name. Had her mother been paid to keep that detail quiet? Or had she been embarrassed about her mile high journeys with the guy that was Louvel's and by default, her dad? "It's cool. Neither of us really knew, ya know?"
Growing up. Birdee wondered what life would have been like if she hadn't grown up. At least not grown up in the sense of no longer believing in herself. In believing there was no 'Lou' somewhere in the world, looking for her. Or at least the 'what was missing,' aspect from his life.
Otto was dead, there was that feeling again. The one that came off Louvel that hinted at how unaffected the guy-her brother was at their father's death. Birdee didn't know what to expect while she was chasing after Otto, but to her something was better than nothing. Maybe. Part of her hoped he would, at the very least, sort of welcome her into his life. She wasn't expecting some hug fest, or a 'where have you been all my life,' but an understanding that time had passed, he should have done more than send some fatty *** cheque every month and they could both just go on from there. Know the other as adults and respect the other. But, none of that would be going down now and Birdee didn't know how to take that. Should she be relieved, since Lou seemed to imply he might have been a P.O.S.?
His mother's name meant nothing other than she was important-the other half of the equation to bringing Louvel in the world. That much Birdee would respect about the woman, because without her, he wouldn't be here. Besides, it was hard to be jealous of a woman who wasn't the only woman in Otto's life. It seemed Otto had multiple women going at one time or another, and so really, there was no chance for Birdee to be jealous of Mara, or the other woman who had 'Heath.' She had two brothers, not one. That was a surprise. Here she had come looking for Otto, forgot about Lou until now and gained not one brother, but two at the expense of their dad's life.
Birdee laughed at the compliment."That I know. I've been told I look like one of my great aunt's. I can see it a little, but lady didn't know how to dress for her figure any. " Birdee offered a shrug. back then it was probably against the rules to show too much skin, other than an ankle, so she probably couldn't blame the woman-except that she didn't take enough chances or risks. Unlike her great niece. "Is heath in Switzerland?" Birdee asked, wondering how long it would take to save up for a trip like that. Longer than a trip to Canada, she imagined.
Re: Serendipity
Posted: 21 Jul 2017, 21:03
by Louvel von der Marck
Was Heath in Switzerland?
Now that was a good question. One he didn’t have the answer to. Louvel could take a wild guess and assume the man was bouncing the planet and following the currents of affluence and entitlement that his cushion of inheritance afforded him to flow with. The Keeper wished for something far more satisfying for his brother deep down. Maybe Heath finally settled down and cashed in the few clues he hoped would have the youngest of Otto’s children living a life that had more substance than what his last name bought him without the inconvenience of having to lift his own fingers to acquire it. Heath was the poster child for what happened to the pretty, the rich and the entitled if told all of the above far too often and not for their own good.
“I would be surprised if he was not somewhere in Europe.”
His mossy orbs shifted from the movement of his fingers on the back of the seat and on Birdee as he commented. He knew Heath was the last one she needed to cross paths with so soon. Lou didn’t underestimate Birdee’s tenacity or ability to handle herself against the pompous *** Heath was known to be with those he considered below his self imposed station in the world. Nor did he doubt his younger brother’s delight in trying to break down what refused to bend or shift under the increased pressure of his self-serving judgements- which he highly doubted had lessened in severity. Louvel could hear Heath loud and clear. It was the makings of a von der Marck explosion of two heated tempers clashing that Otto passed on to his sons. As he eyed Birdee he eventually tossed her hat in the ring as a contender. Heath even tried to start something and he would be lucky if he had skin left between the two of them going for his throat.
“Heath and I do our best to stay clear of each other. The last time I saw him was…” Louvel’s words fell short of divulging the truth trapped behind his lips. The night of Alaric’s summoning came to mind briefly. “At a family gathering over a year ago when he landed to grace me with his presence. Of course it was to try and get me tangled up into whatever grand scheme he had likely found himself caught in and was looking for an easy way out. I quit saving his *** when he refused to learn from the lessons he was handed on a silver platter.” Louvel’s winter sun kissed lips twitched just enough to be noticed then relaxed. “Heath hasn’t grown up yet. He still lives in a rather well padded and cushy world that denies him the full effects of humbling falls that we all typically experience and mature from. He is blood and family but he has a lot to learn before he can be considered reasonable and tolerable on any level you would typically expect from a man of his age. He looks the most like Otto. It is eerie. He just so happens to be the spitting image of Otto when he was in his twenties. I will introduce you to him evenutally, no worries there.” He shifted back to notice another table being cleared next to the one they were sitting at. “Then you can hate me for doing it.” A brief white flash of teeth was revealed with his playful grin.