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Author Topic: bundled up all these things inside  (Read 264 times)

Description: Attn: Cypress

Offline Valor Tanithil

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bundled up all these things inside
« on: Sep 12, 18, 06:23:29 PM »
Valor sensed, upon waking up this morning, that he would not enjoy his day.

Things progressed well enough. Breakfast with Thorn. Time with Gale. Check-in with Shield. Lunch with Mother while checking in on Sorrow. There was even a brief moment where he coaxed a smile out of Innocent. But as the day passed, Valor got the sinking feeling that something in his life was bound to fall apart. More than once, he felt someone watching him from afar. Valor hated being spied upon. He hated even more being followed.

He’d turned off into an alley, allowing his stalker to join him as he cloaked himself with the aid of his Sapphire.

He waited and waited, but no one appeared to his senses. He extended his senses and found no one trailing him, either. The wasted time angered him. Was Scribe sending him a message? Or was someone else attempting to play with his mind? Valor appreciated neither gesture and decided that the next time he felt himself being tailed, he’d just eviscerate the perpetrator and leave them in the street for their fellows to find. The message would be clear:

I do not tolerate games.

His irritation level was reaching its peak by the time he returned to the Territory Court. An hour wasted for no gain and rounds still to be done. Now his schedule had to be adjusted and dinner with Thorn would have to be delayed. He turned the corner down the hallway that lead to his office, the first chill of a cold rage settling into his bones...

and found his father waiting for him.

Valor froze about ten feet from the man who’d helped bring him into the world. The resemblance between the men was uncanny; they were, at times, confused for the same man. But Valor would quickly point out that he was nothing like his father.

Valor cared for his family, whereas Cypress did not.

What brings the Steward of the Black Court to my door?” Valor asked, staring down his father. A mess of tangled thoughts and feelings were bound up in the man before him, things that Valor didn’t want to deal with right now. Thorn would tell him to talk to his father, try to build a bridge. Mother would say the same, especially since she’d just lost more of her own family. But Valor was in a foul mood and not in any mindset to offer grace. Cypress would have to settle for cold formality. Valor could provide that.

He’d learned from the best, after all.



Offline Cypress Tanithil

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Re: bundled up all these things inside
« Reply #1 on: Nov 04, 18, 09:45:22 PM »
After his encounter with Orchid, Cypress had debated on how to inform Valor that the family home’s perimeter had been breached.  He was under no illusion that his son would care if he’d been killed, but for Solace’s wellbeing, he’d have the difficult conversations.  While Solace was no longer living in the Tanithil home, she’d been visiting on occasion, checking in on Sorrow. 

The Master of the Guard wasn’t in his office when Cy arrived, so he waited outside, eyes staring blankly ahead, aware of the world around him, but distant.  Valor’s greeting carried all the coldness that he’d come to expect.  Which, if he was being honest, he’d learned at his knee. 

Still, this was a conversation that was best held in private, and not in the hallway, where prying eyes would soon lead to wagging tongues.  Although, the fact that they didn’t see eye to eye, was well known. 

This conversation would be the first of several that Cypress would need to have about Orchid.  Solace would have to be told next, although he still didn’t know just how he’d tell her.  It was enough that their marriage was effectively dissolved, while he figured out just how to court her again.  That is, if she was still amenable to being courted. Sorrow would likely be next. Gale of course would know as soon as Valor knew most likely. Regardless of their personal difficulties, the two were in accord when it came to the needs of their Queen.

So, formal it would be.  Which, would hopefully allow him to shore up his defenses. If he was lucky, his sleepless nights and somewhat haggard appearance could be his habit of overworking himself.  Straightening up, he clasped his hands behind his back and met his son’s gaze. 

There’s been a recent occurrence that I thought would be best brought to the Master of the Guard's attention.  If you’ve time, I’d like to discuss it.  If not, I can schedule a time that would be more appropriate.” 

Offline Valor Tanithil

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Re: bundled up all these things inside
« Reply #2 on: Nov 07, 18, 12:34:52 AM »
There’s been a recent occurrence that I thought would be best brought to the Master of the Guard's attention.  If you’ve time, I’d like to discuss it.  If not, I can schedule a time that would be more appropriate.” 

The disappointment registered just after the words left Cypress’ mouth. The Steward had come to speak to the Master of the Guard as members of the Triangle, rather than a father speaking to his son. Valor’s gaze on Cypress was flinty, his eyes narrowing a fraction as they stood facing each other in the hallway.  Even when Thorn had gone to Cypress to sign her contract, Cypress gave no indication of his approval or dislike of his son’s intended wife. Valor thought that Thorn might be enough to spark a conversation, a way for them to bond. He was an adult and still seeking his father’s acceptance and love.

He promised himself that he would stop.

He could never keep that promise.

Now is fine, Prince Cypress. The safety of the Black Court is my duty.” Valor said, deactivating the wards on his office. Cypress would have seen, on his way in, that Valor’s long-time assistant, Scribe, was no longer at her station at the desk. Usually, Scribe would converse with the Steward and alert Valor that he had visitors. The new assistant had appeared momentarily flustered at Cypress’s presence, but allowed him to go to Valor’s office unimpeded.

The door to the office opened and Valor walked inside, extending his senses. There were only a few people who could possibly defy his wards and hide inside of his office, but he was certain that neither of them were currently here. The door remained open for Cypress to follow Valor into the office; it was as close to an invitation as he would receive.

It felt like splinters under his skin to have his father inside his space, perusing his things for unearned scraps of information about his life. Valor’s bookcases were full, but of more import were the little knick knacks and small wooden carvings that dotted the landscape of the office. Small wooden horses, carved by hand. Little rings and other assorted keepsakes that, while numerous, seemed strategically placed. There was no dust or debris in the office. A small bar existed to Cypress left side, against the wall.

If Cypress spared a moment to note any of these things, he would find Valor’s iron gaze upon him in full the next time he looked in his son’s direction. The door closed behind Cypress of its own accord with a click that seemed eerily final in echo in the space between them. Valor stood on the other side of his desk, gesturing to the lone black chair that sat across from him. There was always something between them.

The desk was just a physical placeholder for all the years of things unsaid that kept at arm’s length from each other. The desk held a single, slim sheaf of parchment, an inkwell with two quills nearby, and a slim book without any wording upon it. There was a deep, inch-wide groove in the desk that Cypress could identify coming from a knife. It made Valor think of Thorn, which made this meeting just slightly more bearable.

The aural shield that snapped to life over the office would keep their conversation hidden. Valor wondered what Cypress had for him.

What’s happened? And who else knows of it?


Offline Cypress Tanithil

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Re: bundled up all these things inside
« Reply #3 on: Jan 13, 19, 10:54:03 PM »
For a moment, he’d thought that formality and Protocol would make this easier.  That walling off his emotions would somehow give him a sense of clarity in how to handle a difficult topic. Prince barely gave his son’s office a cursory glance as he considered his options.  Neither one of them seemed to be in the mood for a long, drawn out conversation.  However, delivering the news as one would quickly remove a bandage, probably wasn’t the best idea either. Unconsciously, began to pace as he thought his way through the steps he was about to take.  They weren’t close. Not by a long shot, Cypress knew that if nothing else, he was dutiful.  That he would take his duties as Master of the Guard seriously.  The question was, once he knew that Orchid was Brood.  That she, barring any sort of miracle from Mother Night, was not redeemable, would he hunt her down? Would he give them a chance to restrain her somehow? Would that even work? 

He had no idea how long he spent seeking out ideas, theories, or possibilities, only that there was a problem set before him that he couldn’t (shouldn’t) objectively solve. Eventually he stopped, settling behind the lone black chair in the room, his hands almost clutching at the back of it.  It was likely the first time that his son had seen him in this state, though Cy had no care at the moment for how it made him look.  “I’ve failed.”  A pause stretched before he continued the thought. He needed to look Valor in the eyes for this, no matter how much it hurt. 

“Orchid came to the townhouse recently.”  another muscle tic that he couldn’t quite control at his jaw.  “She’s become Brood. The house proper is still secure I’ve had a Widow double check and strengthen the wards on the house.” A ragged breath was drawn before he continued.  “She’s grown stronger since the transition, though she didn’t try to attack.” It seemed that once he started, the words just seemed to tumble out, with none of his usual grace or coldness.  In fact, one would almost believed that he was capable of showing emotion. 

“No one else knows about it. I wanted to speak to you first, and not just… as members of the Triangle.”  Who knew Mother Night had such a fucking warped sense of humor.  In less than a span of days, he was having a damned near heart to heart with two of his children.  It’d be laughable if it was happening to anyone else.  Distantly he knew that he’d just dropped one hell of a mess on the desk of an already irritated Warlord Prince who not only outstripped him in Jeweled strength, but also was in an enclosed space.  Not to mention, he was fairly certain that Valor would rather he'd contracted the Waste instead of Orchid.  Then again, that's what Cypress would've wished as well.

Offline Valor Tanithil

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Re: bundled up all these things inside
« Reply #4 on: Jan 14, 19, 01:47:35 AM »
Valor watched his father in silence, his expression cold. Valor’s expression was rarely warm, but it was known to lighten, and even soften, in the presence of a few people. Smiles were for Thorn and Gale. Hugs and soft eyes were for mother. Gentle looks were reserved for Sorrow and Orchid. His father received none of those things because he was Father and the Steward and the only man who claim a higher place in the lives of all of his women, save for Thorn. Valor watched Cypress pace, practically smelled the upset in his psychic scent. It was that fact that set Valor back on his heels before Cypress said anything. He wasn’t the stable, cold man that Valor had come to know over these past years. He was out of sorts.

And if something could rattle the unflappable Cypress Tanithil, Valor was certainly interested.

I’ve failed.

Hell’s Fire and May the Darkness be Merciful. He has flaws.” Valor said. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself. How many years had he waited for Cypress to admit to any kind of failing? How many years had he imagined that his father would prove himself to be merely a man, rather than the all-seeing, all-knowing Steward who watched him from a distance. The one who could not relate to him as anything other than a symbol of status.

Orchid came to the townhouse recently. She’s become Brood.

Valor’s head titled to one side in inquiry, as though he did not understand what his father had just said. He understood, of course, that Orchid had fallen to the Brood of the Trueborn and that she’d come to the townhouse. The townhouse where his mother and sister slept. The townhouse where they’d all lived, once upon a time, as a family. The townhouse where his mother and sister slept.

And Cypress was here informing him that Orchid was there, but not that Orchid was dead.

The room grew chill. Valor never took his eyes off of Cypress. He simply grew very still, blue eyes boring holes into the man who’d sired him.

You let her go.

It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact.

She was in the townhouse where Sorrow and Mother rest their heads, possibly to harm or kill them. And you. Let. Her. Go.

Valor held up a finger to forestall any chatter, any excuses, any more words from Cypress. “The one time that I needed you to be the man that I’ve known you to be my entire life and you have an attack of sentiment that has now put our entire family at risk. Do you know the monsters that Orchid has aligned herself with, Father? DO YOU?!” Valor asked, moving around the desk to stare down the Steward. He hands longed to grasp the lapels of his fine suit and slam him against the wall until the wall broke his body or sense entered his brain.

Did she blame for you her condition, Father? Did you let her convince you that it was your fault? Put that thought out of your mind this instant. That thing is wearing your daughter’s face, but it is not her.” Valor said. He turned back to his desk and opened the bottom drawer. He pulled out a bottle of dark liquid and a single glass. He set them on the desk and gestured to the chair.

You should drink. It’s clear that seeing Orchid has rattled you. A glass of that will settle your nerves.” he said.

Thank you for bringing this to me. I’ll take it from here.”     


 

 

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