Death Does Not Mean the End

[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Even after dying, Arnost had been dead for almost a year now, and somehow he had lost track of his beloved daughter, Vixen. Also, the ghost of Thorine had vanished as well. If their love was true love, then why would she have left so suddenly, and where was his daughter? Christian seemed to have gone as well, but Asparuh still had Ivaylo, the last of Thorine's children. Jealousy was overwhelming, but he had many marvelous children with countless women. However, there was one that he was not supposed to have loved, but he had, and somehow still did. That was Axelle Lefevre, turned Zhefarovich but now back to Lefevre. Arnost yearned to touch the pale skin upon her cheek, and lusted for her even though he was dead and could no longer 'feel', but he could remember. Arnost was not really a being anymore, but he was a 'has been'. He glanced down at his finger, and noticed that even now, he had his wedding band, from when he had married Axelle. He thought that he had taken that off the battle where he had died. His hand clinched into a fist, and he looked up to see that he was in the Zhefarovich Manor. The place of his death was in the Snow Manor, but he did not want to really stay there longer than he wanted. Their leader's father once killed him, in a way, but Arnost had slaughtered him first. That was always comforting for the now ghost. He'd never get to taste life again, but from what he will remember, he will enjoy it. Shame that he would never have his long hair again. He touched what remained of it. It was still long, but it was short compared to what Arnost was used to. Arnost had been to see his new granddaughter, Astarte Snow, and even now, he could see that she would have adventures in the future, as well as be a valiant learner of the Dark Arts.

Arnost needed to see how his other children were doing, the one where the mother was Axelle. It might be a good excuse to see her again, even though he had told her in her sleep that she should move on. He'd want her to be happy, but in a way, he wanted to be the one that she loved forever. He was selfish, and he knew it. Arnost knew where he would have to go, and within a few moments, he was in the Lefevre Manor, traveling through the house vaguely recognized as he had been here countless times, more often alive than not. Arnost went down the familiar corridors, and he found where his children were sleeping soundly. His triplets were two-years-old now, and his youngest daughter was barely one. They were growing up so fast, and he could not resist watching over them as they slept. Alethia would not be able to speak just yet, however one of his triplets had woken up, the oldest girl named Aurelie, and she had spoken in a beautiful voice, "Daddy!" Arnost smiled down at his daughter, before he realized that Aurelie had spoken loud enough to alert anyone nearby. Arnost rose up in the air, and looked as though he was sitting down. One by one, the four children had woken up and were peering up at their father with a white glow around him, as all ghosts looked. Vivienne inquired tiredly, "Is Daddy an angel?" Arnost could not resist laughing at that, before he smirked down at his young children. So much they needed to learn. "Not quite." Voices had alerted someone. He turned his eyes toward the entrance to see who had been alerted enough to see this former man.​

 

[Axelle Lefevre]

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<COLOR color="#000">It seemed that time was just trudging along for the Lefevre family. Axelle had realized that as soon as her sister revealed that Arnost and Alphonse were both dead. Both men had strong connections through this family and it seemed apart of this family served a blow in their deaths. Alphonse wasn't too much so, he was just the father of Gabrielle and Xavier. Neither seemed to care but it was because of that alliance right there that the Snows and the Lefevre's never tried to battle one another over power or anything. Now that Alphonse was gone and Theodore had taken over, what was going to happen to all of them and their families? Arnost's death took a closer blow to several people's hearts. Particularly Axelle. She was young, too young to be a widow and that was her first thought. Being a widow meant she was alone and if she did remember correctly, he promised she wouldn't be alone. Her heart sure felt like it was alone in all of this. Axelle actually loved him. Love him! Which he repays her undying love and care with being killed and leaving her. The day he husband and probably the first man she actually anything for in her young life died, was the worst day she had experienced. Danielle said that Arnost had returned as a spirit. At his funeral Axelle had seen it herself but she believed it to just be a sick joke that the family was playing on everyone. Him being a ghost didn't make her feel much better either. Because she knew that meant he could now go to this infamous Thorine he was so in love with. Oh Axelle had heard all about her and she was intimidated as hell. Even if she knew her sister could have destroyed that woman had she been alive, she was dead and untouchable. It seemed like even in death she held Arnost's heart firmly within her hands too. It took Axelle time to realize it but she had actually just been the rebound chick. The one he went too when he needed comforting because of her. Axelle was pure, rich, and related to one of the most powerful witches she had ever come to know. Being a rebound was not acceptable! As much as she loved, or once loved Arnost she was not going to let him do this to her. It hurt and it made her feel like a secondhand doll to him. That wasn't even the worst of her problems right now. Aside from problems with her love life, she had obnoxious people in her house making things worse! Like that damned potion maker, he needed to seriously go take a hike or something. Her sister was also considering two more girls to become the next head. Gabrielle who had to be doing this out of spite, and some Etoile chick that no one had heard of until now. Axelle would definitely be showing them a thing or two.

Axelle Lefevre was up and about awfully early today. Her wavy blonde hair was pinned back by the bangs but the rest was left down. No one was really around today because they all had to go out and get something done. Axelle was told to remain here and watch over the children. How boring that was. But she couldn't complain because going out often made her feel bad and missing Arnost. Which apparently was a nuisance to everyone. 'I hope it is. Bastards.' Axelle rolled her eyes and fluffed down her dress. This was one of her favorites. It had white, blue, and black, three of her favorite colors. It was also made out of very light material so it was comfortable to wear. Axelle passed by the nursery, with full intent of containing to the Library, but then she heard voices. Her children were talking to someone. But who would be in there without her permission? Axelle grew alarmed and didn't hesitate to practically yank the door open. It was their, father. A ghost figure of Arnost appeared to look as if he was sitting in the room. It felt strange seeing him again but since Axelle was angry the shock didn't last long. "Ugh it's you! So you actually are a spirit! Why have you come here?" Then for a moment she realized it probably wanted to just visit with the children. After all they were his kids too. So she rolled her deep blue eyes. "Nevermind." Axelle leaned against the doorway, as if to tell him she was not leaving until he was out of the room, but she refused to look at him. Axelle could probably trust him in here alone while she went to the Library. But her eyes caught glimpse of something. It was their wedding band. "You and I need to talk." Her eyes narrowed into a glare. Why was he still wearing that when he was out with another woman, er ghost. Whatever she was. He was with someone else other than her. Which made Axelle jealous and angry and feeling betrayed. She bet that Thorine did not like to see him wearing that ring. So why would he wear it and scorn his ghostly lover?​

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[Arnost Zhefarovich]

The one that arrived that had been alerted as there was someone in here with the children. Arnost loved his children so much, and he wanted to be there as they grew up, always had been one of his dreams. Now even though he is dead, he would be able to take care of it. The one that had been alerted was his...wife? He did not know what to call her to him because to her, he was her late husband. Arnost could more than likely think of a sick joke for that, but he decided against it. She looked absolutely beautiful wearing that dress, and he imagined himself taking it off of her too. However he could not touch her, hold her, but he could still love her. He never meant to love her, but once he had, she was perhaps one of the reasons why he stayed on earth, which was to be with her. Arnost continued to hover where he was, and he looked down upon her, missing her so much that words could not describe how he felt. He vaguely wondered if this feeling would be stronger if he had seen Thorine again. He sincerely doubted it, now that she was gone for good. After the time that he was without her, the face of his once lover was replaced with a new. He did truly love Axelle, with all of his heart, beating or not. Arnost looked down at the children's cradles, and he wanted to rock Alethia to sleep again, however he could not touch anything physical at all. He wanted to, yearned for it however the only beings he could technically feel nowadays were family members. That helped him a little bit, remembering his mother embracing his ghostly form with her own. His mother was happy to hold one of her babies again, if only Raisa had come back from the dead also, but she must have moved on rather than staying here, leaving Rayna to raise Hela. Raisa may have been a horrid mother, but she loved her daughter, after she was born. When she was pregnant, Arnost remembered what hell that Raisa had raised, and did everything in the world to not have a child. But once that bundle was born, Raisa fell in love like every other mother. It was both hilarious and cute at the same time. Arnost had missed Raisa, still did actually. Just having a portrait of her is not enough. They needed the real Raisa to come forth and cause plenty of self destruction as she normally did when she was alive. That woman could rip a hole in the ground and in society if someone gave her a chance.

The first thing that Axelle said to him just made him do that little smirk that he was often famous for. He loved smirking, and was glad that his facial expressions could change now that he was a ghost. He looked down at the children, and then at her, as if she would answer her own question as to why he as here. It was obvious, and he was in fact a spirit. However, he said in that sly tone, "Yes, your dreams have come true, I am back. Evil never dies completely, angel." Arnost winked at her in a sly manner before he shifted his position in the air, and hovered down closer to the floor. His fingers absently played with the ring, and she did answer her own question, and then she said that they needed to talk, in that tone that he knew better than to joke around with. He had been with her for a couple of years, starting out as her demanding to know where her sister was, and then things got a little heated. Both of them knew how to have fun, which was why he was so attracted to her to begin with, and then they were married with children. They were in love, and their story as not tragic as much as it was just one of those tales that someone had to listen to to see what in the hell happened. Arnost crossed his ghostly arms over his chest and he nodded for her to continue to see what she wanted to talk about. He was here, and he wondered if she was mad at him for dying for his family. He had fought a long battle, been through hell and back, lost many people along the way, found his place in the Death Eaters, had wonderful flings and children. He even fell in love twice, and one love remained firm and steady in his soul as it was all he had left really. Axelle was the one, but he wanted her to move on and be happy, which may very well be with someone else. Arnost looked at the ground for a moment before looking back at her. How could he have let himself die, and lose her? He regretted dying. He wanted to live again, but it was too late. The Death Eater was never going to be able to be there for people when they needed it. He will just be there in spirit, quite literally. But at least he could have some fun without fear of getting killed.​

 

[Axelle Lefevre]

Axelle paused and sighed to herself softly, she didn't even know where to start with how furious she was at Arnost right now, after everything she had given him he never once told her about Thorine. It was like he felt that he needed to hide this from her. Well he probably did if he intended to be with her all along. That thought really hurt to think about because Axelle had fallen for him, she had fallen quite hard for him actually. He came from a prestigious family that would have made her parents proud, he was handsome, pure blood, oh and goodness was he able to make her laugh. He had an aura of trickery that just attracted people like her. Axelle loved a little bit of chaos in her life. So it hurt that he had died on her for something she thought could have been avoided if he had just let someone heal him. But no, he had to be stubborn and let himself bleed to death. Axelle had started to wonder lately, did he die on purpose. To be with Thorine? Did he go into that fight planning to die for her and leave Axelle alone with a broken heart and a big slap in her face telling her that once again, she wasn't good enough for anything or anyone apparently. Axelle's turquoise eyes drifted to see that Arnost was playing absently with a wedding ring on his finger and she bit her lip. Was that their wedding ring or was it one that had been given to him by Thorine? Could ghosts even give one another jewelry or was she just being paranoid that he really did love that other women more than he loved her. Glancing down at her finger Axelle remembered that she had taken hers off. It was tucked away safely in the jewelry box next to her bed because she still treasured it. The only reason she had taken it off because once Arnost died she was considered widowed. Even when she heard he had become a spirit she didn't put it back on because she heard about Thorine. Why put it back on when one was going to be replaced? "Don't call me that." Axelle sneered when he actually dared to call her angel. She was supposed to be upset with him so she couldn't have him calling her sweet little pet names. With a crook of her finger she motioned for Arnost to follow her so the children wouldn't hear or see their mother fighting with their father. Axelle led Arnost to the Library and closed the door behind herself knowing that he didn't need to even use a damn door anymore. Her arms were crossed over her developed chest and she bit her lip trying to hold back any possible anger she wanted to let out at him. A sigh left her and she was just going to say what was on her mind, if it came out angry oh well. "Let me get this straight, I won't forbid you from coming here and seeing the children any time you want. You have the right to that at least. But you and I...this thing we have between us.....ended when you died. You don't have the right to call me anything anymore. " She didn't want it to end at all and that was obvious by the look on her face and the softness within her eyes. They were so expressive even though she willed herself to keep it together. why did he have to die on her and leave her all alone? Why was it that she never got what she wanted and Danielle always did? What had she done to deserve feeling alone and useless all the time? Axelle knew that Arnost understood what it was like, to have a sibling that had everything while they had nothing. But at least Arnost had his lover. What did Axelle have? She had her children of course, but she failed as a mother a lot of the time.

"Can I asked you something? Did you plan to die? So you could be with her?" Axelle asked. Wanting to know if he had died so he could be with her because if that was the case than Axelle really didn't want to be around him. Not now, not ever. Men could be so cruel. They went around with women, pretending to love them and taking away everything they had when it came to hopes and dreams, which was about one of the only things a girl could hope for these days. Once they took them they moved on. Danielle hadn't meant to because she assumed Axelle already knew. But she was told everything and it was like being hit with a ton of bricks. She wished someone had told her, she wished that she was the one and only in someone's life because her heart kept telling her that it wanted Arnost. But he didn't want her. Even if he did, he was dead! The dead and the living did not belong together! They could not touch one another, embrace, all of the stuff she and Arnost were used to sneaking off and doing together and that was not going to be able to happen anymore. He was dead. That was it. "They told me about Thorine. About how you loved her, and how she died but came back as a ghost. They said that you are together with her, as ghostly lovers or something obnoxious like that because she is your true love. But you know what....I'm going to stand here and pretend that I'm happy for you. Because at least one of us deserves a happy ending. I'd give you back the damned ring so you could give it to her, but since you're a ghost, I guess that's not going to happen. " Axelle figured that if they were alive and she had figured that there was another woman, she would have thrown the ring at him. But it wasn't that kind of circumstance. Right now Axelle was so fiery and it was easy to see that she was riled up. Arnost used to love it when she was riled up and he was alive. Would that be the case still? "I'm going to bed now." Axelle commented as she uncrossed her arms and opened the door, she slammed it behind her and started down the hall to where her room was located. Her long dress flowed behind her beautifully. She hadn't meant to be as mean as she was to him. But she was angry and felt betrayed by someone she loved.​

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[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Arnost looked down at Axelle in a curious manner. He could see the ferocity in the woman's eyes and he could tell that she was not pleased at all. Why not be pleased at all to see him? Arnost thought that he was one of the best men that had once walked this earth, and the one that understood him more than anyone as Axelle, seeing as she had appeared as though she had been living in her sister's shadow, which was like living under Asparuh's. Arnost continued to twirl his jewelry on his finger absently, and could not help but notice that Axelle's had taken hers off. Oh, his smirk faded off of his lips then, and he doubted that he would want to ask her what happened to it. If he had known that his end was this near, he would have done something to make sure that she was happy in the end. Somehow he found himself regretting death, and maybe it was not just his children that held him onto this earth, but the love for the woman that he connected the most with. Thorine, he did in fact love still, but there seemed to be one that he held onto more than ever before. Arnost let out a sigh but he smirked even more when she sneered at him. There was not much she could do about him haunting her until he decided to get bored but since this was Axelle, it was likely he would never get bored of her. Unfortunately for her, she would be forever haunted by Arnost until he saw her move on. Get married again and have more children if she so chose. However he did not want that to happen either, as another side of him was willing to do anything to get her to be with him, all of eternity, such as killing her. There was not much he could do, but he wanted to kill her so she would become a ghost and then be with him. Arnost taunted in his ghostly voice, "And what will my angel say or do to stop me from saying that?" Arnost brushed his shortened blonde hair over his face, though it was gray now due to the fact that he was silver and transparent. She might be the woman that bore many of his children, but he was not about to let her boss him around. He was a ghost, and he could do what he pleased, and he would see how his wife was doing. Even though death that they had parted, some circumstances meant that he would still be around. Could he actually let her move on without him in her life? Arnost was thinking over that, but her words made him narrow his eyes before he pointed out, "The thing ended? I don't seem to agree. You see, if I was gone, it would have, but alas, I am here in some form, so obviously, it is still around. So don't you dare think that it has changed or lie and say that it has ended when it hasn't yet." Arnost's expression read very clearly that he had not wanted it to end, even though he was a ghost, he did not see how they could not still live and be happy together. It would just be a lot of abstinence.

The moment that the question was asked, Arnost knew what he was talking about. Arnost looked down at his children before he thought, 'No, I did not plan to die to be with Thorine. I wanted to live, to be with you.' But would he say that out loud to her? No one wanted to die, and Arnost let out a ghostly sigh, one that wanted to feel something, but since he was a ghost, he had only memories of emotions and everything. It was almost sad. Arnost answered, "You want the truth? If I had a choice in all of the matter, I would choose life and you, over death and her. However, things are not the case. Death took me, and I still yearn for one, and that one happens to be the wife that now shares the name of a great French family. Kind of sucks huh." Arnost shrugged lightly, but life went on, even the afterlife, it went on too, but he was looking at an eternity on earth, watching everyone around him have their love and fun, when he himself could not have the very thing he wanted. At least he would be there for his children, and that would be something that he wanted and cared very much about. His children, all of them, as he wanted to be there for them and everything else in the world. Arnost did not like to think that it was over, not at all. Nothing to him ended, not in the way that everyone else thought. Arnost narrowed his eyes even more, and almsot expected this from her. Who told her those lies? Arnost had been at the Zhefarovich Manor, and yes, he did try to go see Vixen but he had not been able to find her, and the Dolohov Household had been locked up for unknown reasons. Arnost merely smirked even more when she attempted to get away from him, but had she forgotten, he could float through walls? Arnost glided from the nursery and over to her bedroom wall before he passed through so that he could see her. He lowered himself onto the floor, as if he were standing on it, just mere cementers from the floor. Arnost pointed his finger at his wife, so to speak, "I want you to listen to me, and listen well. True love does not vanish on a whim. True love does not die so easily. I am not with her, and I won't be. They were right about one thing, whomever told you the lies, that I loved her, but guess what princess, that is past tense. Things change." Arnost folded his arms across his chest and he motioned toward the ring he was wearing. It was the wedding ring that she herself slid on his finger when she was marrying him. Arnost shrugged and he continued, "So you are not going to bed until I know what is going on in that pretty little head. I didn't want to die, trust me. Not leaving you, or my kids. That is not something I wanted to do, or else I would not have come back as a ghost." Arnost looked over at his arm, and the Dark Mark was still there. Thank Merlin he still had that or else he did not know what he would do. Arnost was still a Death Eater, well, he was one, but now he was just himself.​

 

[Axelle Lefevre]

Surely the gods must have been testing her today. Because Axelle felt it becoming harder and harder to keep her emotions under control with Arnost being like he was. Like had always been. His angel? That was so precious to hear, every girl wanted to be called an angel by the man she loved. But she had to keep feeling as angry she was or she'd be a pile of mush at his ghostly form. Axelle felt like she had the right to be angry but when she still had feelings for him it made it hard, especially when there was now a supposed other woman in the picture. One that he might have loved even more than he loved her. From those stories she had been told she had to admit that she was slightly envious of how him and the other woman were in the past. At least they could be happy now though right? Even if she was miserable, she would have been happy to see Arnost happy. ”Jus-just stop calling me an angel!” She would have added in not to call her his angel on top of that but she knew right away that she would miss hearing it, it made her feel like somewhere inside his ghostly form, that he still might have loved her. Being widowed was hard, but having him be alive in another form and practically being unable to have him was a million times worse. If only she could latch onto him and have her way, right on the floor of the bedroom. Axelle didn't care before and if he was alive she wouldn't have cared now either. That was the best part. They were so similar that they were close to liking the same things and Arnost always found it cute when she was being a brat. No one ever supported her behavior before, except him. It seemed that he wasn't about to support the way she was acting though. Arnost denied their 'thing' ending. He must have thought that if a person was still around, even in ghostly form, that it meant that everything still counted. That their marriage was still perfectly in tact and they they could be the same as they were before. But he hadn't been through what Axelle had over the past couple of months. She watched him pass, surrounded by a pool of his own blood. When they actually managed to pry her off of his corpse she was drenched in it practically. Axelle remembered watching them busy him. In that glass Coffin she hated so damn much. Her looked so stiff and unreal to her. It almost looked as if he was just going wake up and laugh it off, inform everyone that he was just joking and he was really okay. But it didn't. He came back as a ghost yes, but he was dead. The living and the dead were not meant to be together. ”Arnost, it has changed. I watched them bury you into the ground. I'm a widow Arnost, how can you still try to tell me that nothing has changed between us. I was alone.” Showing that it had been taken off. She wanted to keep it on so badly though. It was so pretty. So meaningful and now she didn't have the right to wear it. Or did she? Her finders glided over the smooth gold and she clutched it within her tiny hands. Arnost still had his on and she wondered if he was mad that he couldn't take it off or something. That ring looked more fitting on his finger than any other ring ever would have. She was glad he had to keep it on.

Axelle shook her head. Trying to keep herself distracted so she wouldn't start to grovel and ask to be dead right along with hm so they could at least be together. Did he really want life and her over death and the other woman? Axelle believed him. Even if she told herself not to. She believed him completely. At least the part of him wanting to be alive and be with her. There was still a part of her that wasn't fully sure if he was being completely true when it came to him and Thorine. Axelle probably would have adored the woman if they had met under different circumstances. But instead she was jealous of what they had in the past and she was probably jealous of what they may possibly have now. Was it wrong for a woman to want a man all to herself? Axelle didn't think so. Danielle got Asparuh all to herself, her mother had her father all to herself. So why wasn't she allowed to have her Arnost? "Arnost, if it's true that true love doesn't die, wouldn't that mean that your love for her hasn't died either? You're not with her because she is nowhere to be found probably. Can you honestly say that you wouldn't have gone to see her if you knew she was still around?" Axelle didn't think her sister or the other people who had told her would have lied about how much he strongly cared about the other woman. Maybe they had no idea how much he might have cared for Axelle herself, but she knew that had to know something or else they never would have mentioned what they had. Axelle just felt insecure, and now that he was dead and could do whatever he pleased she knew that she was vulnerable to it. He could disappear without a single word and not much could be done. He could hold and love a ghost but as a human, she was close to dust to him now. What was it like to be dead anyways? Did it feel weird, did it make one feel lonely? Did they feel anything? Especially when they saw their own body, how in the world would it feel to see your own corpse? Axelle should have expected that he would follow her within her room. He didn't even have to knock because he was able to float right through the damn door. He wasn't going to let her go to bed until she talked to him though. Let him know what was going on through her mind. "I'm jealous okay? I hate thinking that there is another woman, or was...whatever she is to you. I hate the fact that I can't touch you anymore, I hate the fact that my sister gets to keep everything in her life! But I lose everything! When am I actually going to get something I want? When am I going to get my big break?!" Axelle asked Arnost as she sat down on her bed. It cushioned her dramatic movements but she looked at her former husband and let her hair fall into her face. He could understand right? His brother got everything too didn't he? Danielle was so selfish. Axelle loved Arnost, more than she thought Danielle felt for Asparuh. Well as far as she knew, she didn't know her sisters personal relationship with him. Axelle willed herself not to cry and instead just looked down at the floor. What did Arnost have to say for all of that?​

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[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Arnost wondered what could his still-alive wife could ever do to stop him from doing whatever now. He might not be able to physically touch her or use magic, he did not need it. The Dark Mark was still on his ghostly skin, and him as a ghost was one of the most amazing things that anyone could have given him. The fates had given him an everlasting gift. However the gift turned quickly into a curse when he had realized that he had to live without his wife. The one woman that he had connected more with, he had made a grave mistake wanting to heal others. He should have been healed because he would have still been alive to this day. Arnost looked down at Axelle and he taunted, "And what are you going to do if I do not stop? Throw something at me? Be my guest, angel." He smiled a little bit, but it was more like a twisted smirk because he had done nothing more but taunt the one that he loved so dearly, perhaps enough to make him think that he was around mainly for her. And his children as well, and visiting Aleyha from time to time was amazing too. She had a daughter now. Astarte was beautiful. Arnost even had another child in the family named after him, though it was not even of his descendant, he did not care because the child was another pure-blood. And the boy was a twin, to a female. However Arnost did not mind, because he could tell that the boy will be one powerful wizard. Arnost wondered why Axelle seemed so bothered by everything, because when he told the truth, he did love her, and while with her, he never thought about Thorine. Axelle managed to surpass his former love with everything she could muster. Axelle was a much better match for him. Though he had left her behind, in some form, there was more to a marriage than just physical activity, because that was the only thing that he could not do seeing as he was a ghost. That was the way that Arnost had seen it. But it seemed like Axelle had not seen it the way he did, and he looked down at the floor with that response. He said with a rather serious face, "Nothing had changed. I am still here, obviously not with a physical body, but I am here, and won't be leaving you alone anytime soon." Arnost was saying this almost like a promise. He was going to be around, and there was not much she could do to stop him. However when she showed him that she had taken off the wedding band, Arnost's face twisted. He went from that cocky smirk to nearly dumbfounded. Even the oldest of Death Eaters, still dead, could feel pain. It only made him feel even worse because he could not believe that she had taken off the ring that made them a couple. Did she want to wear it anymore? Arnost looked away because he had no idea what to think on it. But he was not about to give it up now. He had lost his life, he was not about to lose his wife either.

The ghost floated a little more toward the sky before Arnost rested on his side, his hair flowing around him. His dark eyes looked toward the ground before he looked up at Axelle. If his love for Thorine was true, then he would have been wanting her now. But he wasn't. Sure, she was good company, but he enjoyed Axelle much more. He stated in an offhanded manner, "Who ever said that my love for her was true? If it was, I would not be here. As a Zhefarovich, I am a one woman man, even now. You say that but the only time I went to the Dolohov house, was in search of Vixen. That elf managed to take my daughter somewhere where I don't know. Otherwise, when I was with you, I never thought about her. Never in the back of my mine. If she was still around, I would still come and see you, over her." Arnost was not even lying, and with him, it was easy to tell if he was lying, but he was making eye contact and he was not blinking. He did still love Axelle, and it was hurting him to see her like this. As a ghost, he could still have emotions, which were not that fun at all. Being a ghost was fun from time to time, but when it came down to feeling and touching, then it just sucked. Axelle was still alive and have many sexual relationships and get married, even though he wanted her to be happy, he did not want to lose her either. If she could be a ghost, then his afterlife would be perfect. But he did not want to kill her for his selfish reasons, but a part of him thought, why not? He was a Death Eater, and he could have it done. It was not hard to kill someone, but did he really have the heart? Well, he did not have a beating heart now. Arnost contemplated over this, before he heard Axelle speak once more. She was jealous? There had been many other women other than her, but Axelle had meant the most to him. There was nothing more than just sheer pity on that, but Arnost could feel the same way. His brother got everything, while Arnost had nothing. Asparuh this, Asparuh that, even in the Death Eaters, Asparuh was rendered like a freaking legend. Arnost was not. He let out a sigh, and he murmured, "There is no other woman. I only have one, and she is in this room, like a replica of myself. Seeing an older sibling get everything while you are left with nothing. Despite the fact that we might not be able to touch one another, there was always more than just that in a marriage. Which was why I cherish it so much. There was passion, understanding, everything. Not just the sex. But if you think that we were married just for a physical relationship, then well, you might want to tell now because everything else still remains." Arnost looked down at her. He wanted to know this, did she lose anything else other than just the lack of feeling flesh? Because Arnost was still here, emotionally at least and he could be seen.​

 

[Axelle Lefevre]

This was pure insanity. Until today Axelle had believed Arnost to be dead and buried six feet underneath the ground. She honestly never expected to see him again. The most horrid part was that she had watched them bury him, she practically watched him die. When people died they left the earth. Their bodies were nothing more than hollow shells by that point. But here he was. Still able to talk with her and make her feel so many things. Like he was when he was a human all the same. It was horrible but beautiful at the same time. Axelle didn't know whom the other people involved in that fight were, but she honestly wished that Arnost had cared less about healing them. To Axelle, they weren't as important to her as he was. How was it fair that the others were able to keep the ones they loved alive, but Axelle was powerless to help Arnost. That was what felt the worst to Axelle. That she had been so powerless to help her man. ”You are such a pain in the ass sometimes.” The blonde stated in the most loving way possible. It was nice to have him be like that. It felt like the old days where she had him picking on her. A lot of the time she hated being picked on by him like that. But secretly she enjoyed it nearly as much as he did. It made her feel special. It made her laugh too. Well sometimes it did. Sometimes it made her feel silly too because he did a good job at making her feel like an actual blonde sometimes, simple-minded and foolish. When he called her angel she had to resist smiling. Unlike Danielle, Axelle enjoyed cute little pet names. Especially ones as sweet as angel. They also made her feel special. Angel was probably one of the sweetest things she had ever been called. By anyone. Many guys didn't have the sweetest opinion on her. Arnost was one of the few to really go deeper into her heart and treat her like she was an actual human being with feelings and such. Axelle couldn't imagine how Arnost's family was feeling with his ghost returning. Were they as relieved as she was or did they feel worried about it? A ghost wasn't the same as the person in the flesh, but it was still better then never seeing them again. But right now she wished so much that she could hug Arnost to make sure that this was real. To whisper sweet nothings in his ear to remind him how she felt. The ring between her fingers gleamed brightly in the light of the room. She didn't want to take it off. If she had known that he was going to be coming back and still be dedicated to her at the same time, then she would've kept it on. But she thought that he was dead. Which made her a widow. Technically she was still a widow. Or was she not? If she kept a relationship with a ghost what did that mean? Was it even allowed? It seemed abnormal. ”Arnost-is this even allowed? Ghosts and humans being together, I mean.” Axelle questioned him, her blue eyes drifting over to his form. The living and the dead together. It sounded difficult. They came from two very different worlds. But if it was then she was willing to try and make it work. Anything to be with the man that she loved before, and even after death.Hopefully he still loved her all the same as well.

Axelle bowed her head and wiped at her eyes. Why the hell was she crying over this? He had chosen her still and all she could do was cry? Or maybe she was so happy that he had still chosen her over the other woman that she was expressing it in the silliest way ever? ”I guess my sister was wrong. I think true love is a lot harder for her to understand. I've always know that you were a very loyal man. But a person can't always help who they fall in love with. So I thought that even if you honored your marriage with me, that you would always hold a place in your heart for her. But....I like knowing that you came back....for me....” Axelle tried to work things as best at she could with the haze in her mind being as powerful as it was the moment. She was still trying to grasp onto the fact that Arnost was here right now. She wasn't alone anymore. Sure there was no way he could touch her or hold his growing children, but he was still here. What would Danielle think if she came into the room right now and saw Arnost right now? Would she feel bad for fueling Axelle with such negatives thoughts? Axelle didn't blame Danielle for saying what she did. After all she believed Arnost to be dead as well and she figured that in his afterlife he would go to be with the lover he had before Axelle. Danielle was unaware how smoothly the marriage between Arnost and Axelle went. It was hard for the leader of their family to understand something she was hiding herself from. So there wasn't an ounce of blame that was cast her way. At least not in her opinion. The bed creaked lightly as Axelle sat herself down and wiped her eyes. The wedding band was still within her fingers. Axelle considered putting it back onto her ring finger. But she had one last thing to question him of before she did so. It would be the one thing that decided if this was going to work or not. At least in her mind that was how it worked. ”Will you stay here with me? At the manor?” Axelle asked him. Would he be here with her? She understood if he had to leave every once in awhile because of his family, but she really needed him here. Sometimes it got so lonely. Even with all of her babies. With all that was going on made it so much worse because everyone was so busy. Axelle felt tired and drained. She wished so much that she could hold him right now. But the feeling of knowing that he truly did love her was enough to make her feel like she was floating for now.​

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[Arnost Zhefarovich]

It was strange, because it was as if he were still in fact alive. Arnost may be this floating have-been being, but he was simply one of those type of people that just never gave it up. Arnost looked down upon Axelle, wishing that he could hold her, kiss her and ravish her. However all he could do would be to reach through her, give her shudders like she had been doused with cold water. It was not something that he wanted to do to her. However he was still here, and he was still himself just without a physical form. He wanted nothing more but to still be with her. His ghostly heart yearned for the one that he married, the one he fell in love with, the one that he married. And the one that still figured that he was a pain, but he knew that which just caused him to smirk even more. "I know I am, my love," purred Arnost. She would understand his motives. She was most like him in every way. Even if she was his sister-in-law, he loved her, and he would continue to love her through death. Teasing Axelle was one of the better things in his afterlife, as well as torturing others without the necessary means of magic. Arnost felt that his return was a little horrid, with himself sitting on his coffin, his twin brother exploding, before subtly changing. Arnost noticed, yes, but he did not think that his brother would be the worst one around. Asparuh had a cool, level head, he knew how to behave himself. He was specially trained, and knew more than Arnost could possibly imagine. It was positively envying. Arnost was always green around him. When she asked if it was allowed, that made a good question appear in his mind. Was it allowed? Then again, Arnost was a Death Eater, and he as a being should not have been around others. Axelle was in danger when he was around her considering that the Aurors could have held her responsible for something stupid. Arnost mused, "Since when are you worried about there being rules. I was a Death Eater, a rebel with a cause. If it isn't allowed, then that just makes it even more fun, does it not?" Arnost was very willing to make it work. He would still do anything for her. He would have died for her if he had not died already. If ghosts could suffer a second death, he would love to, just for his wife. So, rules to him did not apply, and they probably would never apply to someone like him. Arnost was always the one for rebelling except from his family, the one thing that he would never rebel from.

The ghost of the Death Eater noticed when she had bowed her head and wiped her eyes. He could not tell if she was crying in happiness, that he was here for her, or if she was crying over the fact that she could not hold him any longer, do anything physical any more. "What her and Asparuh have, it is not to reflect on what we have. Your sister is a cold-hearted woman whom I believe doesn't understand the very concept of affection even if she understands sex, quite well. Thorine was probably the first woman I have ever loved, but what we have, it is so much stronger. Perhaps strong enough to bring a man's soul back from the dead. Amazed I have one anyway." He ended it with a chuckle before he shrugged and wondered what it would have been like, to stay dead. Arnost loved all of his children as well, and also visited his granddaughter, the only granddaughter he had, that was not married in. Astarte Snow was a beautiful child, and even though he would never hold any of his children, he would still be there for them, as long as they needed him, he would be there. Arnost looked down upon his love, and her question, it left him hanging there with a cocky smirk on his face. Oh she did not know, even if she did not want him to stay, he was going to. At least she was willing to give it all a chance, that she did not marry him for the sheer fact that he was simply a good lay whenever she desired. Arnost would stay, and keep any male that attempted to be around her unless he saw...unless he saw that Axelle was happier with a human than a ghost. Arnost finally said, "I believe I can do that. Even if you didn't want me to, I probably would have, until you gave in. I'll be there with you, anytime you need me, probably every moment of every day unless you want some privacy. Granted, I can visit my other children, though I'd like your company when I do that." How could evil like he love so much with a heart that would never beat again? The fact that he remembered so fresh of being human, he could dwell and hang onto the memories. He would be able to talk with her, be there in spirit, and perhaps even tease her even more. Mostly with the way he was. Perhaps he would peek into her shower like he did when he was alive, just to hear her scream in terror and get mad at him. He floated over and resumed the sitting down position next to her on the bed.​

 

[Axelle Lefevre]

The thing that always made Axelle's heart soar, was the fact that he always said it with pride. He knew he was a pain in the ass. He didn't need to act like he was a proper man in front of higher ups like she did. Axelle envied that. A part of her often wished she could be as easy-going and happy with herself as Arnost always was. She knew not everything was always easy for him, but he was good at covering up the envy he felt for Asparuh. It made others want to be around him. Especially people like Axelle. A small grin formed on her lips at the term of endearment he added onto the end. Oh she loved it when he said that to her. No man had ever said such things to her before. Normally it was brat, or something much worse. But my love held a twinge of sweetness to it, especially since it was said by him. "You sound so proud of it too." Axelle shook her head. She loved him for it. No one else in world could ever make her as amused as Arnost did by just being himself. Sometimes she wondered how Asparuh and Arnost were even really brothers. They seemed so different sometimes. In fact, they were twins. Sure twins were sometimes opposites, but their inner personalities both lacked what the other had. Sometimes Axelle wondered how alike she and Danielle were. From what she could see, they held no resemblance to one another except in looks. Personality-wise, they weren't even close. Axelle liked to have fun and laugh when she had the chance. Sure she wasn't the world's biggest saint or anything, she hated anyone who stood up for the good guys, but she liked to laugh and be happy. Danielle on the other hand. Surely she must like being miserable. She was always angry, always upset, and always frowning. Shaking her head and looking down at the floor, she reworded what she wanted to know from him. If this relationship between the two of them was even allowed. "I meant is it allowed in your family? I know you Zhefarovich's have rules. I never had the chance to learn them like I had wanted, but I know you have them. They aren't going to try and stop this at all, are they? My family, had no written rules about ghosts. Except that we are not meant to disturb the dead. I'm not disturbing you...I think. So Danielle should have nothing to use against this if she decides she liked it better when I was lonely and miserable." Axelle muttered. Her sister could be awful strict sometimes. If she disliked the thought of Axelle longing after her dead husband, she wouldn't be shy in making it known to everyone. It was all up to her mood and views on the issue. Hopefully Asparuh was not going to be the same way. Could they really try to keep apart two, well one being and one phantom who wanted to be together more than anything else?

"Sometimes I think that my sister does love, it's just that she can't remember what it feels like, so she thinks she doesn't. My sister is cold, but she shows sign of worry for others. But I can never be sure. I still can't help but feel jealous that she had you first. If she hadn't died...well....you and I wouldn't be here together right now. I likely would've been married off and you...." Axelle shrugged. There was no telling how his life would've gone if it hadn't been for that woman dying. As sad as it was she knew things would not be the same if she hadn't perished. Axelle was grateful that she had met Arnost when she had. Even if she ended up having his children before she even really got to know him. He was great in bed though. Axelle didn't think that her joke with Arnost to pretend that they were in love with one another and get married was going to work like it had. Now that they were in love and they were together, it seemed like she could never truly let Arnost go. He was hers no matter what happened to the both of them. The fact that they had children also meant that no matter what happened, he was going to be a part of her life. Axelle laid back onto the bed, Arnost said he was going to stay there with her. The Manor could be lonely sometimes. With him here, maybe it would be less lonely for her. "Good. Maybe it will be lonely to have you here. I'll go and visit your other children with you, so long as you promise you won't go back to her. I believe that your feelings for me are strong I just....don't want to have to worry about losing you." Axelle smiled softly up at him as she turned her head to his ghostly form. She would go anywhere with her, so long as she never had to worry about him going away on her. Axelle still loved him. Taking the ring she still had in her fingers, she put it back on the proper finger, where it was supposed to be. Hopefully that made Arnost happy.​

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[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Arnost never would leave her, and he thought that haunting her would be a blast. He could really have some fun floating in while she was dressing, or showering. Oh being a ghost was going to be everything one could ever dream of. He never regretted hanging on to that sliver or life that he still had for his children, and his wife. Arnost could not help but be proud of it. He loved it. This was something that he would always enjoy doing, teasing people, and having lots of fun. It was the type of person to do. Arnost said with a smirk, "I am very proud of it. And I know that you love it too." He even sounded cocky. What could one say anything about it? It was not like that they could kill him. He was immortal now. It was something that he appreciated, a lot. He could do what he wanted except kill others. He could not kill, hurt, maim or touch anyone at all. He wouldn't be able to do anything to them, but he could do anything to them, such as follow them around for a long time. Until they were in the graves. If they managed to become a ghost then they could rough it out, but until then, he would have his fun. When he was asked if it was allowed in his family, come to think of it, there weren't any laws bound to the ghosts of the Zhefarovich family that he knew of. If he did something wrong, it wasn't like they could kill him. He continued to look over the rules in his mind, and he knew none of them applied to the ghosts. He shrugged, "I know all the laws. All of them have been beaten into my head since I was three. There isn't one on ghosts. I know we can't touch the graves of the hierarchy, except when the Patriarch is married, but that's it. I suppose since no one has power over ghosts in our family, we didn't bother making laws for them." He shrugged again because he did not think that he would ever be stopped. If they didn't like it, then they would have to get over it. It was none of their business. He did not think that they would try anything to stop him. All he wanted was his wife back and to watch his children grow up. "I hope that Danielle won't like it. The least she could do is let you be happy. There's not much horrible news that is going to come from this anyway. I can't get you pregnant."

Arnost was sure that his brother would not care what he did with his afterlife. If he yearned after Danielle's sister, then so be it. He had already done enough, and hell, he killed Alphonse for him. Sure, it costed him his life, but he didn't care. He wanted to live out his afterlife with his wife. She might not have his last name anymore, but that didn't matter. To him, she was still his. "I think that she does too. She has to have forgotten about it. I'm not too sure on my brother. I mean, I think any concept of it was warped out of his mind. Actually, Thorine was not the one that had me first. There were...several others. I'm sorry, but you are in love with a former man wh*re. Though when one door closes, another opens. And I had the jackpot. Never felt anything as strong as I have for you. I'm glad that she was killed, or else I never would have fallen in love with you." Arnost looked up at the ceiling, before he wondered what would have become of him. He probably would not have married Thorine. She was not a marrying woman. Axelle on the other hand, understood just so much more than Thorine ever would have been able to. Axelle knew what it was like to be in his position. Axelle was everything to him, and Arnost was never going to leave her side. He loved her too much to leave her. Even if he was a ghost. At least he would never have to walk to any place again. Arnost smiled a bit when she said that she would come with him to visit his children. "I promise that I will never go back to her. You don't have to worry about losing me." Arnost truly thought that there would be no reason for him to go anywhere else but here. He wanted to be with Axelle for all eternity. He watched her put her wedding back on the right finger, which was the best thing that he had seen today. He still had his own on, and he was glad that he had come back. Arnost was perfectly fine with her wedding ring. It was better than her going around, without one on, and getting attention of many men. He still loved her, and he was sure that she was going to stay with him, in some weird, twisted form.​

 

[Axelle Lefevre]

Axelle grinned. She missed this. The day he died Axelle thought she was losing her best friend. He was the only one who could make her laugh when she was really upset. There had never been another human being that was able to do that sort of thing. Now here he was still, haunting her and being able to put a smile on her face. She loved it. "I missed this." Axelle muttered as she fought back a grin. She remembered one time before he had died when she and Arnost were spying on a meeting between her brothers. They would've done it successfully too if he hadn't started mocking them. Once he started doing that Axelle couldn't handle it anymore and began to laugh. They were caught because of that unfortunately. But it was one of the funnest nights she had had in awhile. One thing she would miss, no matter how often he made her laugh, was having the ability to hug him, or kiss him, or even make love. As much as she loved him, she knew that she would miss being able to do that. It made them closer. To Axelle, it reminded her that they were alive. Axelle figured it probably make him feel bad that she was putting him in this situation. He probably didn't want to die anymore than anyone else did. It wasn't exactly his fault that he had died either. Axelle wondered what it was like to die. Did it hurt or was it euphoric? Arnost when he died, even though she imagined that he was in pain, he looked somewhat peaceful about it. "Danielle says our relationship is abnormal. Twins marrying sisters is something that society would look down upon. She used to think that we were only in this to upset her and Asparuh but, after your funeral...she..uh....I think she understood us a lot better." Axelle used to wonder if her sister was just jealous of her. "Sometimes I used to think that she was maybe jealous of me. Because you actually felt something for me and Asparuh....feels nothing for her. But my sister is hard to read sometimes." Axelle wished that there was something her sister may envy her for. When Axelle was younger all she had ever wanted was for her sister to do was to look at her like she was proud. But that was extremely hard for Danielle to ever consider doing as Danielle, never envied anyone. It wasn't that she considered herself perfect, it was just that she remembered that people did have flaws. Danielle saw no reason to envy something that was flawed in it's own way. Axelle was a little bit relieved that he also could not get her pregnant any longer. Even though she loved her babies, being big like that was torture.

Axelle's mouth fell open. "Several others?! Arnost!" Axelle could not believe it. The man she had married got around quite a bit it seemed. She was shocked. Her man had been with many others before her. Before even Thorine. Axelle sat up to look at his ghostly form. A curtain of pale blonde hair fell around her elegantly. "How many of them were you married to, or had children with?" Axelle asked, her mouth pursing after she said what she had. Axelle felt jealousy creeping up on her. There had been other women with her man? How dare those unworthy wh*res! Axelle then felt better about one thing. At least she did not have to worry about feeling bad that she had been with other men too and stuff. Far before she had ever met Arnost though. "Well that makes me feel way better, now I don't have to worry about you getting upset over the other me." Axelle shrugged and returned so that she was laying down. She should have guessed that there might have been others in his life. He was much older than she was for starters. Second, he was extremely handsome. Men that handsome couldn't be single for too long. Axelle only wished that she had been his first and only. But that would appear to be wishful thinking. Axelle pulled back the covers to the bed and crawled underneath him. The cool sheets greeted her skin and Axelle smiled. Her bed was so damn comfortable at times. It was too bad it was a little lonely right now. "Arnost...what about when I die?" It was a solemn question. But it was something that made her wonder. Would he still love her even when she left this earth? There was no promises that she would return like a ghost as he was. He he still care even when she wasn't around to smile or speak to him.​

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[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Arnost smirked playfully before he started to reminisce on some of the good old days when he was alive. When he and Axelle were more than just husband and wife, but they were partners in crime, they had loads of fun. Arnost figured that now he was a ghost, he could still do those things, just not have to worry about someone throwing spells at him. He would have to worry about Axelle of course, but who would throw spells at her? Arnost shrugged, "Miss it no more. I can still do several of those things, just nothing physical. I mean, I can still give you chills, but not the good kind." Arnost would miss the things he could do to her that were physical, probably the only downside to being a ghost. He was eternal, he couldn't die or be killed, he was completely free to wreak as much havoc as he pleased. Oh and scare the living crap out of anyone that came across him. He still had not lost his Death Eater tendencies. It was not like they were going to die anytime soon. He could call any mudblood a mudblood, and they could do nothing about it. Oh what joys he will have! And he could raise his children, grandchildren, and every other generation that came after that. There was not much that could hold down a Zhefarovich to begin with, and now he felt like the ultimate Zhefarovich, the ultimate Death Eater, one that couldn't kill or be killed yet still supported their goals, and would until the end of his days. Arnost shrugged and he fiddled with his shorter hair that would not grow anymore, "Your sister... She is something. But who gives a rat's arse about society? I was a Death Eater, I obviously don't care what they think. Even if you were Danielle's twin, I would have thought no different. If she did understand us a lot better, then I would be surprised." However the next thing that she had said, he had to think on. Danielle being jealous because Asparuh felt nothing for her, and Arnost loved Axelle with all of his being, even coming back to her. It would make sense. Not many would want to be in a marriage that would take ages to break apart without something holding it together like love.

"If Danielle is jealous over you because I love you and Asparuh doesn't love her, I wouldn't be surprised. To be in a loveless marriage, now that is hell. Not sure why Asparuh was even married anyway. Might be a family thing, since every Patriarch always had a mistress. Or he might actually trust Danielle. I never could figure it out." Arnost looked up at the ceiling since he was laying on the air that he was floating on. He didn't know what Asparuh's deal was, but there was something up with him. It was like he had removed everything good in him. When Axelle reacted somewhat negatively about him being with several others. Well, several was an understatement. Arnost released a ghostly chuckle, knowing that he had lost count of the lovers he had, but never of how many women he had children with. He looked over at her, his formerly blonde hair moving slightly as he did. Arnost had to think for a moment before he answered, "Let's see, I married two. Mariya and you. Mariya was one that I married when I tried to be good, but didn't work out. I had a son with her. Then I met a married woman, Veronica, and had Cassandra by her. Then there's Aleyha's mother that was killed by Asparuh. Then Thorine, the mother of Vixen. Finally Loa Mirayinov, Evette Adams and Melissa Pappus. All of them had multiples. When I first met you, I had impregnated three other women around the same time." Arnost could name off all of the children, but he rather not. He hoped that she would not mind his past, since he got around, quite a bit. "Nope, not at all. Since before I met you, I was kind of a manwh*re. Took me ages to find the one that was meant for me though. If only you were born around the time I was." Arnost would not have had all of those other children if he had Axelle at the time. However his children, he loved still. They were such good little children, destined for evil. And then there was a question that made him close his eyes, knowing that when he had died, there was nothing peaceful about it. He had felt like he was falling into the abyss, his chest being ripped open from the inside. "Hmm, there is a chance that you could return, but... Without having you around, I would probably spend the rest of my afterlife alone." It was obvious in his ghostly tone, he didn't want to talk that much about it.​

 

[Axelle Lefevre]

Axelle knew she should be grateful that she had her husband back in the form that he was in, and she was. But there was also going to be a part of her that longed to have him physically too. "Yeah. Please don't keep giving me the chills." Axelle stated. She didn't like getting them. Even when it wasn't caused by someone dead. But she would love it if he stayed around and kept her company. Axelle got lonely when Arnost wasn't around. He was the one person that understood what she went through being in her elder sister's shadow and never having her own chance in the light. Plus he was incredibly funny and always knew how to make her laugh or smile. Especially when she was trying to be mad about something. He made it impossible for her to feel any other way. Axelle would also admit that he was also one hell of a man in bed. But now that he was dead. Well there wasn't much use for those types of feelings anymore either. Axelle sighed and rested her head further into the pillow. There wasn't much she could say about her sister. Although Axelle wished dearly that her sister was jealous of her and Arnost, but it was hard to be completely sure if she was or wasn't. Danielle was hard to read. Especially with the way she covered up her emotions. If Danielle wanted affections from Asparuh she was doing a pretty good damn job at not making it easily known. Perhaps she didn't care. But Axelle wanted to think she did. That way when she thought of her sister, she saw more than a heartless monster. "I wish I could understand those two. Maybe there is something they are not telling us. It seems like they are. I wonder if they realize they are really hard to understand sometimes. Oh well. I have you. That's all that matters to me." Axelle was giving herself a headache trying to think about why Danielle and Asparuh insisted on being like they were. But in the end it didn't matter because she was still going to love Arnost. Even if both of them forbid her from doing so.

"You're lucky I'm not allowed to smack you. Or I totally would Arnost Zhefarovich. That is a lot of women. At least you didn't marry all of them. That would be...well I don't even like being wife number two but I suppose the past is the past. Just so long as you don't find some ghost to float away with, I guess I'll forget about it." Axelle waved Arnost off. She was so happy that she had him now. Her jealousy had taken over her for a little bit. It bothered her that her husband was with other women at one point or another. He was hers and she didn't intend on sharing him with anyone. Not anymore. He was dead, but how was that really going to stop anyone from taking an interesting in him? He could after all still talk and such. "I don't think I'd ever want to risk it." Axelle stated as she pulled the covers up on her bed. She didn't want to risk ever leaving her children or Arnost behind. What if there was a chance that she didn't end up like him? Death sounded so scary anyways. "I think I need to sleep. Stay with me until I fall asleep though." Axelle closed her eyes and sighed. She was so happy that Arnost was back. It was far too lonely without him. It wasn't the most ideal situation, but having him as the way he was, was better than nothing. Soon Axelle was deep asleep.

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