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Author Topic: because of you  (Read 101 times)

Description: (radu) (a challenger appr- er, a ghost from the past appears?)

Offline Dillion Naumov

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because of you
« on: May 01, 19, 12:33:15 AM »
This, Dillion knew, was a terrible idea. Yet the week had already been full of terrible things, so what was one more upon them? He had waited long enough, knew the very real chance this he was on borrowed time, and so there was no point in trying to find the most agreeable point in time to meet with him.

So the Gray-Jeweled Prince waited. Watched the Conservatory from a distance where he sat upon a roof. Radu was within, of course, going through his education as a Healer's Escort. It was admirable, he thought, given that Healers were in need of such. After all: Queens were protected by the Guilds themselves. Healers? They were still in need of protection from those that would seek to take advantage.

Truthfully, he thought the Conservatory was an excellent step in the right direction to fix a problem that Dena Nehele had had for what could be far more than just decades. (As Healers simply were not born within the territory, though no one truly knew why.)

Once he caught sight of a familiar dark and brooding individual, Dillion was on the move. It took him no time at all to get down to the street level, even less for him to get within a short walking distance of Radu. The Prince was still hidden, presence muted.

Did Radu remember him? Most likely. The young Warlord Prince had always had a canny memory when he wanted to remember something. Sometimes the problem had been getting him to actually be interested in doing so. (Which was to say that in one ear and out the other was definitely a statement that held weight where Rady as a child was concerned.)

Letting out a breath, knowing that he was wool-gathering, Dillion simply dropped the craft that was hiding his presence. He had the bonus that he was downwind of the Warlord Prince, that it would take longer for him to be noticed. Not that he was waiting to be noticed.

"Prince Orfan," called out Dillion. "Radu. I've been looking for you." It was so strange to be here, to be calling out the Warlord Prince's name. Even if he knew that he likely was about to bring an agitated Sapphire-Jeweled Warlord Prince down upon him. Dillion did not even bother asking if he was remembered. Raising a hand to his glasses and adjusting them briefly before they were vanished. Just one, he reminded himself, expecting that he was likely going to be rounded on, no more than that. His head had already been rung too much lately. One was all he could afford.

Offline Radu Orfan

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Re: because of you
« Reply #1 on: May 14, 19, 01:50:46 PM »
His head was throbbing.  It was not that he'd overtaxed his capacity today - he hadn't.  He'd barely scratched the surface... and that was the problem.  Radu Orfan felt pent up.  He felt the need to be moving, to be doing, to release the pressure that needed out... and that meant he'd probably have to go do laps tonight.  Craft-Powered laps, meant ot chew into his reserves and let him feel as if he were not just vibrating his way through life.

He still wasn't used to the extra weight, the extra 'oomph' that the Night had given him.  But he was working on it.

Prince Orfan.  Radu.

Quick as a snake he twisted about, his hands popping free of his pockets to rest lightly at his side as he waited.  Eyes so dark they seemed almost black fixed themselves upon the Prince's face.  A face he knew.  A face he'd assumed had died the night his mother had.  He'd assumed that Dilli had perished in the fire.  He'd assumed that was why his mother was dead and not alive.  He'd assumed that Dilli couldn't keep her safe - and he'd forgiven that.  The numbers must have been overwhelming, or maybe he'd been surprised, or..

But no.  No, Dilli was still breathing.  The wise course of action would be to turn around and continue walking.  The wise course of action would be to not respond at all.  Radu Orfan did not feel wise at the moment.  He felt rage.

How the fuck was Dilli still alive but his mother was not?  A growl reverberated through his ribs, his fist clenching at his left before he began a slow and steady pacing towards the man that was staring at him.

Dilli.  Someone Radu had thought might even be a father, someday, hadn't changed too much.  Oh, he looked nicer than Radu remembered.  Salt in the fucking wound.  His hair was neat, and his glasses were bright, and he had that serious expression...

One that Radu wanted to smear into the brick walls nearby.  But he didn't.  Instead he raised that right hand before carefully curling it into the fabric and pulling the Prince up closer.  Well within his guard, yes... but this close?  This close, Radu wasn't concerned.

Maybe he should be.  Dilli outranked him in Jewels by quite a bit.  But Radu?  He just didn't care right now.

"Are they dead?"  That was the only acceptable reason for Dillion to not have been around all these years.  It was the only reason for him to have disappeared, the only good reason Radu could think of to stave off the need for blood in his head.

And if the answer was no?  If the answer was no, Radu was going to know the man's teeth from his skull.  I can't kill him... but I can sure as fuck make him wish I had.






Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.


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Re: because of you
« Reply #2 on: May 16, 19, 01:30:43 AM »
Dillion did not move, not an inch. His gaze was unflinching even as Radu stalked forward and took hold of his collar. There was no change in his expression, his posture relaxed for all that he was poised to react within a mere fraction of a second. Such things were a necessity when one's job was that of a Shaos. Rage, not yet ice, bled off the Warlord Prince in waves.

Are they dead?

The Prince wanted to laugh but did not. His expression did not so much as twitch to give away anything. That was the thing about him, of course. Whatever Dillion wanted to be projected was exactly what was seen. No more, no less. All these years and he had not reached out once, not after Sorina had been killed by those that had been loyal to Ventus.

There was too much chance that the Warlord Prince would find himself a target. At that age, even with his Blood Opal, he would have died. After failing Sorina he could not fail her son as well. Which had meant working through Skender, trusting the old Shaos Healer to step in when he could not. It was not an ideal situation, it had been painful in fact, but what else could he have done?

All the other options could've seen far worse ends.

"Yes," said Dillion, voice quiet. "They're dead." Oh, one of them had been at the hand of the clean-up crew in the aftermath of Ventus's betrayal of all that the Guilds stood for. The others, however, he had gone after. It had been one of the ways that he had proven himself, finally free to strike back--in some small way--at those that had cost him so much.

Ventus had single-handedly destroyed all hope for Dillion to have a family. To have something that would mean so much to him and not be tied to the Shaos.

It was second nature to get a read on Radu but the Prince did nothing with the knowledge gained. He kept his hands at his side instead, waiting for whatever came next. The Warlord Prince was owed that much, if not more. More words, answers, whatever else that could be said waited for Radu's reaction, the Prince not speaking further.

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Re: because of you
« Reply #3 on: May 16, 19, 11:43:30 AM »
"All of them?"  Did his voice get quieter?  Yes.  Did it rumble and growl from his throat as if he was choking himself with the need to remain somewhat calm, somewhat less violent than he felt at this exact moment?  Yes.

Because it meant he couldn't kill the bastards himself.  It meant he would probably never know why his mother had died.  He wouldn't be able to pull the answers from their screaming lips or tear them limb from limb.  He wouldn't be able to make them feel even a small iota of the fucking despair he'd felt for years.

I should have been there.

It was stupid.  At that age, what could he have done?  He knew that, he did... even so, he still felt as if he'd failed somehow. 

That anger flared back to life, though, as he considered that failure.  How long had those bastards been dead?  How long had Dilli... no, Prince Dillion... known that his mother's death was avenged and then not told him?

How long had Dillion stayed away, and why the fuck hadn't he said anything? 

"When?" 

When had the bastards died?  How?  Carefully - oh so carefully - he forced his fingers to unclench from Dillion's shirt.  Did the Prince know how hard it was to not simply try to smear his face into the wall?  Did he see the tremble racing in Radu's hands and arms as he fought to breathe and to be better than the wild thing so many still thought he was?

He wasn't just a wild dog anymore.  He was Shift, he was Myos, he was...

Still a boy who had to piece his mother together so that she could get rites.

His temper snapped.  It wasn't thought so much as it was instinct.  Dillion was still looking at him, as if he had any right to do so while Radu was remembering the blood and the smell and the smoke.

So Radu's fist snapped up and out, crashing towards Dillion's jaw.  The bastard should feel something.






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Re: because of you
« Reply #4 on: May 18, 19, 12:20:08 AM »
"Every single one," replied Dillion, voice as neutral as his expression. It was only the quiet intensity in his eyes, the burn of old cold fury that still existed within him. Putting down those that had hurt Sorina had not actually eased the ache in his chest. Ventus's death had not been at his hand, though even his death would not have given back all the years gone.

The life he could have had with Sorina and Radu. Nor would it undo all that had befallen Radu. All the years that Dillion had to stay away because he had no choice if he wished to one day actually see him again.

Even with his penchant for being able to predict outcomes based on situational variables, none of them had gone quite like this. Oh, he expected the closeness but he had expected to Radu to strike at him. With the next question--when?--Dillion found himself let go. It was clear that Radu was holding himself in check, just barely restraining himself.

Who had helped him with that, he wondered. Likely someone at the Territory Court as the streets would not have taught him restraint. The fine tremor that went through him, an echo of the rumble in the Warlord Prince's chest as he held even his growls back, was a testament to that restraint.

Dillion had been about to answer the last question when he noted the tightening of Radu's muscles, the slight shift in his posture. Ah, he thought, there it is. A thin, skin-tight shield wrapped around him. Just enough to make sure that his teeth weren't going anywhere but not enough that his vision didn't whiteout for a moment.

It meant he took the blow as he stumbled towards the wall, catching himself with a hand against it as his pale eyes struggled to focus afterward. "That," said Dillion, "is your one hit. I won't take another." He turned and spat at blood onto the ground, rubbing his jaw and making sure that everything was still in working order.

"The last one I found about six months back. Dealt with them over the course of the past couple years." Straightening back up, there was less of a mask on his face. No, that wasn't true. The mask was still there but the pain in his eyes had nothing to do with the blow he just got.

"Not that it helped," added Dillion. "Doesn't make her death any easier to deal with or that I was forced to keep my distance." All the years gone by and Sorina's death still left him feeling hollow. Just like having to pull himself back from Radu in the aftermath did. After a careful moment, watching the Warlord Prince to make sure he wasn't going to try and strike him again. Dillion was serious. Radu only got one hit.

"Didn't have much choice in the matter if I wanted you to stay alive," continued Dillion after a beat. Shields slid into place around the pair; Sapphire so that the Warlord Prince would be able to sense it before they reinforced with his Gray. They were only sound, of course, but then the Prince had always been quick to use them even when Radu had been younger.

Whatever else he was going to say was not for anyone else's ears. Only Radu's.