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Author Topic: because of you  (Read 242 times)

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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.

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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.






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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.

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Re: because of you
« Reply #5 on: Jun 04, 19, 11:25:45 AM »
Didn't have much choice in the matter if I wanted you to stay alive.  That smarmy bastard was acting as if he had made the right choice.  That sometimes the Territory at large did not grant good choices didn't matter, in that moment.  Radu was remembering the crushing sense of being alone with his mother's corpse and her pieces.  He was remembering the suffocating sense of being lost, and only Vali and Skender had been able to help him find a way to put his feet in front of each other.

He hadn't been able to protect his mother.  He hadn't been there, after all.  Skender had helped Radu find ways to survive, as best as she was able - but that didn't change that Vali had a family.  A family that wanted nothing to do with the angry Warlord Prince that was his friend.

Radu hadn't been able to stand watching them together, Vali and his family.  Or anyone  else, for that matter.  How could they have their family, and his was gone?  Dilli, Mom?  Nothing.

And now here was Dilli, looking healthy and hale.  Sure, he seemed as if he missed... something.  Sure, he was willing to take a strike to his face.  But that didn't change that he hadn't been there.  At all.  The fact that there was nothing that could fix any of this made the echo of impact tingle in Radu's knuckles.  He'd struck Dillion only once... and he'd made sure it would hurt.  Dillion had been gone, and being willing to take a single blow wasn't enough.

It didn't change that Radu had wanted something in all these years, and Dilli hadn't been there.  He could have been, and he wasn't.

The sensation, so familiar, of sound shielding going up around him was what allowed him to find words again.  He'd begun learning his shielding at Dillion's behest - a way to prevent his mother from having to hear whenever he was furious in their little house.  A way for him to scream his temper into the air without having to frighten others. 

That wasn't what he used it for anymore.  The Screams stayed locked in his chest these days.  "Bullshit."  That word was... angry. Furious.  And quiet.  Not at all the screaming mess that really wanted to leave his throat.

"You were gone.  I had to get her pieces and bring her to the temple alone.  You could have sent word.  You could have told me, somehow, and you didn't."






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Re: because of you
« Reply #6 on: Jun 16, 19, 09:24:21 AM »
There wasn't anything that would bring the years back; that would give Sorina her life back; that would see Radu with a family that loved and cared for him. Nothing would make it alright and Dillion knew that. Just like he knew he was willing to deal with whatever to make up what he could. Even knowing it would never be enough, he would still move forward to try anyway. If he didn't ...

He had no idea what he would do if he did not.

For a moment there was a flicker of a smile, sad and worn, at Radu calling bullshit. Even as he flinched a beat later at Radu continued. The ache in his chest at the mention of Sorina never actually eased, it only grew worse. Especially now as Radu mentioned the pieces of her and- Dillion unclenched his fist, reminded himself that those that were responsible were dead. No one was alive anymore that could come after him or go after Radu.

Ventus's shadow still lingered but at least there were no other monsters hiding anymore. None that he cared about, at least. None that were, as far as he was concerned, any worse than he was. Dena Nehele, after all, was a den of monsters. The kind that hid in plain sight, as the Decimation had made clear. "If I had let you know I was alive, they would've killed you," he said quietly. "So I sent someone else, though they could never say precisely that it was because of me." Dillion paused for a moment before he finally said: "It was Skender I sent in my stead."

Oh, he knew the rage brewing in Radu. He could see it in his posture. Just like he could see the faint echo in his mind's eye of the young boy that held the same rage within. Then, as a child, Radu would've simply let it all out once the shield was up. Now it was all tightly contained. Dillion rubbed at his jaw again, realizing that he preferred the pain to the words. Not that he ever got what he wanted but that was an old, old story. An older pain.

"You're part of the Guilds, Radu," said Dillion, though he did not elaborate or question which the Warlord Prince was part of, "so surely you know of Ventus." Even outside of the Shaos, the name was known. The dead man's shadow stretched far and wide, forever known in infamy. "Of what he did and what he was willing to do to secure his goals."

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Re: because of you
« Reply #7 on: Aug 02, 19, 06:17:38 PM »
"Don't you fucking dare try to pretend it was about me."  Radu's teeth clicked together, his weight shifting on his feet so that he could spring in any direction.  It occurred to him, angry as he was, that this could be a set up.  Especially as Dilli brought up that he was part of the guilds.

People weren't supposed to know that.  So Radu's eyes narrowed on the man he would have called 'Father'.  Did he have to kill him?  Was that going to be part of his life, killing the last link to the former child he had been?  He hoped not.  He didn't actually want to kill Dilli... did he?

Of course not.  Just make him bleed a bit.

"No one ever spoke to me, asshole.  Even Skender didn't say much.  Vali tried, until his parents pitched a fit.  How the fuck would anyone have known if I knew you were alive or not?"  He took a step forward, spitting off to his left in disdain.  "I was the wild fucking dog that everyone thought should have burned in that house.  No one wanted to talk to me.  No one wanted to see me.  So pitch me another lie, and this time make it a good one."

Shaos.  Of course Dilli had to be Shaos.  It was the only thing that fit.  He couldn't be Myos... he'd have killed people faster if he was.  And Jacks?  Not bloody likely.  Shaos though.. it fit.  "Ventus is rotting in Hell, and he can rot there ten fucking times over for all I care.  What the fuck do you want, Dill?  Why are you showing up now, when all the hard shit is over?  Other people cleaned up your mess, you're good.  You can go back to ignoring me.  Spare me your fucking charity, I don't need it anymore."

Dill was back... and Radu's mother wasn't.  Dill had killed the bastards, and Radu hadn't been able to.  "You didn't even let me get their fucking names, or bones, or anything.  You left nothing to make me feel better, and you never fucking spoke.  So what's so fucking important that you'd let me put a fist on your jaw one time when we both know you deserve at least one for every fucking year you've been gone?"






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Re: because of you
« Reply #8 on: Aug 03, 19, 12:21:58 AM »
"I don't want anything but you deserve to know the truth now that I can finally say it." No longer on probation, no longer on a leash held tight not only by Masque and Rade but the Guild Master himself. Dillion watched Radu, the way he held himself tightly controlled. "If you want to get more blows in afterward, so be it."

The Prince closed his eyes briefly and let out a breath. When they opened again they were focused upon Radu.

Radu did not understand or if he did then he did not care. Which was possible but ... No, the Prince doubted that. "Do you know why she died, Radu? Why they hurt her as they did and left her? Someone sold me out and-" There was a raw, unhealed pain in his voice that made it waver before he caught himself. Sorina's death was because of him; because they had been after him. All due to the fact that Ventus wanted him dealt with.

He breathed deep.

"No one could tell you anything. Telling you would have gotten you killed." That was easier to say. As he had said already. Ventus had been nefarious and had few qualms at the end of the day when it came to ensuring that Dillion was not a problem for him. "I was handling a contract and came back, immediately went to Ventus to claim my Price on the Shaos that betrayed me." The one that had lead to Sorina being killed as a message to him. Not that it had been that simple. Not that he had truly ever felt satisfied with he had gotten even all these years later.

"Ventus laughed," his eyes had gone hard and flinty, "and made clear that you would be next if I didn't take the contract offered then and there. One that would see me out of Dena Nehele and no longer a problem for him."

There was silence for a heartbeat before Dillion spoke again. "So I sent Skender because she understood. She was a part of the Guilds and knew what would happen if I didn't do as Ventus wanted. Just like she knew what would happen if she told you the truth." Another breath was released. "So don't tell me it wasn't about you. I may have fucked it all to hell, I might have left a mess, but I everything I did was to try and make sure you didn't end up as dead as your mother.

"Or as in deep fucking shit with the Guild Master as I am." Dillion gave a sharp, rueful smile. Oh, he knew that Radu was in deep shit. "As you said, Ventus is rotting in Hell but many of us are still dealing with the shit he did to our lives. Even in his death, he made sure I was fucked."

 

 

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