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Post by Banez Gladpath on Oct 25, 2010 17:24:48 GMT -5
Banez nodded slowly, understanding the fear of being burned multiple times. When Lysand said his name, he straightened. Despite the fact that the advisor had used his first name, it still sounded serious. And the question that followed was definitely serious. And hard. "Lysand, I'm not the sort of person that would do that. I've never asked you for anything, have I?" But if not for the political support, then why? Even that reason was lost on Banez, so he just said what he knew: "I don't know why... I just felt comfortable around you."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Oct 25, 2010 17:32:38 GMT -5
"You shouldn't," Lysand replied bluntly. "No one else is. I've tried to keep everyone at a distance, but somehow you've managed to worm your way in. I don't know whether to be annoyed or... grateful." He turned back to the guard. "Being the high advisor... It's a lonely life. I can't risk getting close to anyone. Not when they've ended up using me in the past. I know that it's paranoia, but..." He swallowed. "Brenthor was my best friend and he betrayed me. I guess I've never really gotten over that."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Oct 25, 2010 21:33:39 GMT -5
Banez wasn't sure what to say to the first part. "It's not uncommon to start trusting a friendship with the person that serves as an escort or guard... If they're willing to keep your wellbeing safe at the cost of themselves, it's not a far leap to believe that they're willing to keep your secrets safe as well." Or... something like that. But it used to be that bodily survival was the main challenge of humans; now there was society, and it slowly turns out that words can ruin a man more than wounds of the flesh can. "I know how you feel... Although I've never been used. Just.. ridiculed." 'Banez, the delusional blabbering fool'. The captain rubbed the side of his scalp.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Oct 25, 2010 21:37:12 GMT -5
He wondered how many people knew about Banez's Happy Rainbow Bliss Land and if that was the cause of his ridicule. Lysand shook his head slowly. "I need some sleep now I guess... Banez, you'll keep an eye on Brenthor for me, right? I wouldn't put it past him to slip something into my drink... Or a knife into my back."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Oct 25, 2010 21:50:49 GMT -5
Banez wrinkled his nose, "Just being in the room next to that man is enough to irritate me. But I'll watch him for you. And my men will, too." Thinking back on Brenthor reaching for his dagger was enough to make Banez feel uneasy again. "I'll see you later, then." He made his way to the door again and slipped out. One of the younger recruits stationed at the end of the hall waved to him, and Banez smiled, waving back. Lysand was in good hands, he assured himself, before he left to return to his own chambers.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Oct 26, 2010 13:51:56 GMT -5
Lysand nodded at Banez as he left before turning and going through the door to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and momentarily leaned against it, tilting his head back as he blew out his breath. "Godsdammit Brenthor." He raised a hand, rubbing the bridge of his fingers against his forehead. "Why do you always have to get under my skin?" He strode over to his bed and collapsed into it without bothering to change into night clothes. He rolled over to blow out the candle before closing his eyes. Sixteen years ago... Why didn't he see it all then? ----- Sixteen Years Ago...
Tobias kept his eyes tightly shut, despite the sunlight streaming onto his face. Dammit, he kept the curtains drawn for a reason! Who had opened them? He rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head. It was too early for this... He was vaguely aware of something warm next to him, but he pushed it aside. Sleep now, worry about that later.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Oct 26, 2010 13:56:19 GMT -5
"Tobias. Tobias wake up! For godssakes!" Alerick stared down at the teenager with a frown on his face when the only response to his attempts to wake the young man up was a blanket being pulled over him. His lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before he took him by the shoulders and began to shake him. "Wake up!"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Oct 26, 2010 14:08:33 GMT -5
Tobias wondered if Alerick would give up and go away if he just did nothing. However, curiosity and irritation soon overrode his desire to sleep. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" He sat up, pushing the man's arms away from him. "Jeez... You'd think that a man could get some sleep around here..." Why had Alerick woken him up? He had lived with the man for a month and had never been forced to get up before... He looked across the room to where Alerick's own bed was neatly made. "The maidservant's been here already? She's not supposed to come in until after lunch."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Oct 26, 2010 14:33:37 GMT -5
"I is after lunch, Tobias. How is it even possible to sleep this late?" Alerick shook his head. "Well anyway get up and try to make yourself look presentable. My father's coming over to discuss your new post. I don't want you to make me look bad in front of my father, alright?" He watched Tobias carefully for a moment. "You might want to start with that hair of yours. It's a mess." He ran a hand through the other's hair, frowning at it. It defied gravity, truly.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Oct 26, 2010 14:42:21 GMT -5
"N-New post?" Tobias fell out of bed at that, attempting to scramble to his feet, but getting tangled in his blankets instead. "Since when do I have a new position? Doing what exactly?" If it was something the head advisor needed to speak with him about, then... It could very well be important.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Oct 26, 2010 14:50:16 GMT -5
Smirking slightly in amusement, Alerick reached down to untangle Tobias, pulling him to his feet. "Nothing too ground breaking. Right now you're to act as my father's scribe." He offered him a pat on the shoulder. "But you need to start somewhere. You can't just laze around my chambers all day."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Oct 26, 2010 14:58:32 GMT -5
Hurm Brenthor. The most intimidating man in the entire world. And he was going to be working directly for him. Tobias looked to his friend, lips compressing into a thin line. "Alright. I should be able to manage that." Well he was just writing stuff down, right? it shouldn't be too difficult... He crossed the room and opened his wardrobe, searching through for something suitable to wear. He pulled out a red tunic, eying it critically before he pulled off his night shirt.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Oct 26, 2010 15:07:04 GMT -5
"Right. I'll leave you to that then." Alerick turned, striding from the room. Tch. His father didn't know what he was talking about when he called Tobias a dangerous political enemy. The boy hardly acted the part of a politician at all. He was just so boyish. He'd have to work on that if he wanted to get any use out of the boy besides taking up space in his room. His eyes went to the door as Hurm Brenthor just walked right in. "Father. I wasn't expecting you so early." He offered him a slight bow of the head. Dammit Tobias. He had better hurry it up.
"That's not a problem, is it?" His voice was cold and his eyes seemed to pierce straight through the other.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Oct 26, 2010 16:43:03 GMT -5
Tobias paused just outside the door as he heard Brenthor's voice. He took a breath before flattening his hair and wiping any sign of his expression from his face, just as his father had taught him. Rolling his shoulders back and straightening his back, he strode out of the room before bowing before the man keeping his eyes to the ground. "High Advisor Brenthor. It is an honor to be in your presence." He tried to keep his voice as cold as possible.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Oct 27, 2010 13:50:13 GMT -5
Alerick shook his head. "No, it's no problem at all, father." His gaze flashed to Tobias as he approached, surprised at his ability to keep a straight face. Of course, who knew how long that would last. He clasped his hands behind his back, watching his father.
Hurm Brenthor stared down at the teenager coldly, hands clasped behind his back. He circled around him slowly, as if sizing him up. He stopped in font of him again. "My gods. It's like looking at a miniature Lysand." He abruptly lifted the other's chin, a flicker of something in his eyes as he stared into that face. That face that had haunted him for years, but that he had finally gotten rid of. Of course, wasn't it deliciously ironic that the son of the man who had always bested him was under his family's control? He had to suppress an ugly grin from working its way onto his face as he stared at the boy hungrily. Oh yes. His greatest and final revenge would soon be at hand... "I am truly sorry of the fate of your father. You have my condolences."
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