This ancient Citadel, its location unbeknownst to anyone but members of the Black Parade, lies as the sanctuary for them. It is a place that acts as a black market, to trade lucrative items at very handsome prices, a briefing area for assassinations and spies, and training areas for all of Sabrina's paraders. The members of the Black Parade all refer to the Citadel by the codename "Midnight House", to protect its security.
The doors of the Citadel flew open, creating a cacophony of dust and cobwebs, as though the shadows had been woken up. Among the now dancing clouds of dust emerged a silhouette that was all too familiar to the hallowed Citadel hall. Sabrina stepped through to the main foyer of the hall, her heels echoing, as though to stir the pillars from a long slumber. She inhaled deeply, before her lips curled into a wry smile. "Did you miss me?" She asked aloud, as though she was speaking to the Citadel itself, waiting for a response.
The return of one Sabrina le Fey hadn't been among the changes Tessa had been envisioning for the Black Parade. She wasn't sure if it was a change she had wanted to see happen, but it had nonetheless and now she was gonna have to deal with the aftermath. "Would it be horrible of me to say no?" she asks, leaning against one of the pillars with crossed arms and a quirked eyebrow. It wasn't a lie, per se, but it wasn't the truth, either. She had conflicting feelings on this.
She raises her palms towards Tessa. In truth, she's not thrilled to see Tessa at first, due to the fact that the girl reminds Sabrina so much of Renee. But this is as close to a daughter that Sabrina would ever have. She can't be bitter towards the girl. "Little Beastie. I knew I could count on you to run things here. And you've done well. I'm so proud of you." She says, walking towards her child, hoping that Tess doesn't address the obvious elephant in the room.
Tessa lifts her eyebrows, leaning back a little, seeking to avoid any contact with the older woman. "Mmmm," she hums, trying to hide the displeasure she feels. "I've got... so much to say. But I don't think that should come as a surprise. You've been gone for how many years now?"
He'd stick to the shadows observing the exchange but not planning to be involved at all unless it became absolutely necessary. He would however keep any other wandering or nosey members away from this area...this conversation and what happened here wasn't for anyone else.
OOC: Sorry to intrude...you can remove the post if you don't like it here. ;)
"No, no, it's new. Just like those wrinkles. How old are you now? 40, 41? I've lost track," Tessa pauses. She's acting like a childish dick. She sighs heavily and unfolds her arms, letting them drop to her sides instead. It's not the first time someone has fed her false promises, but she's still - maybe stupidly so - holding out hope that she's being sincere. "How've you been, mother?"
Sabrina sighs. "Things happened. I had to take care of them. It took...longer than I anticipated. But it'll be good for us. With Renee, Xavier and Carlisle gone, it's up to us, Tessa. We have to hold this family together. And I know you've been doing all the hard work for these years. So I can only apologise."
"You say it like it's more than three fully grown, very capable adults, all of which are well-versed in the dark arts," she says, although her brow furrows in thought. She has her suspicions, but she doesn't want to go there; it's not possible, is it? "Is it safe to assume you'll be wanting to retake control of the Parade?"
She chuckles, "Sparta was an city-state in Ancient Greece, known for their warriors, all of whom fiercely trained in years of combat, strengthened by military victory alone." She explains. "Sparta was ruled differently to Athens. You see, they had two kings at any given time. It was an Oligarchy. One king would control everything going on outside of Sparta, and one controlled internal affairs." She pauses, to see if Tess is keeping up with her musings.
Tessa catches on quickly, despite the fact that the blonde relied on useless information to make her point. Truth be told, it's not what she'd been expecting, but it's better than, so she just nods her head and sits back. "Okay."
"That wouldn't be wise. I don't know what's been happening for the best part of just over a decade. You, on the other hand." She says, tracing a finger along Tess' cheek. "You've proven yourself." She has a wistful tone to her voice, almost sad. "You see, the reason why Sparta survived for so long was due to the fact that the populace loved the two kings, but also feared them. Most importantly, the Spartans trusted them to the point of death. You and I, we've created that here. And there's no reason for me to take that away from you. You are my blood, after all."
"...okay," Tessa repeats, a little more softly. She feels bad for behaving so immaturely just a few minutes before, though in hindsight, she supposes she was just... angry, and confused, as to what this change meant. She'd gotten so used to things, mourned her losses, and had been able to get over the constant feeling of emptiness. "I've gotta say, I had some wonderful mentors. It shouldn't be a surprise I've done so well," she half-smiles, trying to alleviate some of the tension that lingers.
She smiles in response, almost coy. "Yes, well....You were our prodigy baby. So I shouldn't be surprised." She sighs, "Now. If we're to be partners, I have to tell you something. But you have to promise to keep cool and listen." She adds, knowing that Tess inherited Adele's fiery temper.
In that moment, all she wants to do is stand up and leave. It's been years, and she comes back with a son? She's half tempted to tell the woman to fuck off, but after everything they've been through, she knows she also has to cut her some slack. Kind of at an impasse on how to react, she sits there, staring at her, dumbfounded. "...okay?"
"What aren't I thinking?" Tessa mutters under her breath. A step-brother. How wonderful. It was precisely what she wanted and needed. She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. "How - how old is he?"
Something isn't sitting well with her. The years don't add up. It unsettles Tessa, who still feels a resounding loyalty to the woman that saved her from a life as an orphan. She swallows thickly, the silence becoming prolonged until she asks, carefully, "Is he Carlisle's?"