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Author Topic: bundled up all these things inside  (Read 142 times)

Description: Attn: Cypress

Offline Valor Tanithil

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    • pd2sapphire
    • wp
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      Master of the Guard

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      The Black Court

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      Gavin

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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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    • yellow2rose
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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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    • pd2sapphire
    • wp
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      Master of the Guard

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      The Black Court

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      Dea al Mon

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      Gavin

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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?


 

 

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