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[allexandrianrejects]

The body was squeezing itself in the middle, muscles clenched and slowly grinding. It had been doing this for a good while, but the feeling had only gotten stronger over time. Uncomfortable, Bud told the lips to frown and the brow to crease. These were the upset signs.

“It looks like it’s going to rain.” It turned to Victor, speaking what it had been told was Common. An instinct, one that it had no reason to discontinue, despite not knowing what it had just said. He knew it would get Victor’s attention, that it was a way to voice its displeasure.

@araman-mosaic

Since it was known that the thing inside Julien was not currently Julien, every time he spoke in Common, there was a collective jump. Not that Victor figured that the real Julien's first words would be anything other than what the fuck. It was still the being he'd somewhat accidentally named the nickname one gave pets and children. The warlock's eyes drifted over to see the frown on the lips, a furrowed brow. The words it spoke certainly wasn't what it was getting at, knowing it barely understood anything at all of Common.

"You don't have to speak in Common with me, you know," he began, attempting to sound as smooth and gentle in the guttural Demonic language as he could. It sounded so alien on his tongue; it was never meant to be spoken by mouths with blunt tongues and flat teeth. Ruddy eyes ran up and down Julien's body, attempting together what Bud was upset about. "What's upsetting you?"

[araman-mosaic]

“Know, yes.” Bud put a hand to Julien’s stomach, dropping Common for Infernal, its native tongue. “Something wrong inside. Hurts, in Julien body. Not warm or cold.” It insisted, as if that information was relevant. To him it was, temperature was very important in determining if it was well. This was clearly a human problem, one it needed Victor’s help solving.

[allexandrianrejects]

Victor considered the knowledge it was giving him, nodding slowly. "In the stomach? Does it feel like an emptiness? Does is... vibrate and make gurgling noises?" It was the best way he could describe it to someone who didn't know what human hunger was. For most everyone else who was humanoid, it was an instinct to know what it was. "I think you're hungry. ...the body is hungry, I suppose is the better way to phrase it."

[araman-mosaic]

“Yes yes, like this:” Bud used Julien’s human mouth to perfectly mimic the sound of a stomach growling. It was an instrument he had evolved as a species to excel with. “Hungry… Victor make this sound when hungry? Julien too?”

The notion was strange to it. Hunger was an intense yearning, a fearful, painful thing. The stomach of this man was yearning? But it had no thoughts. How could it eat? “Little bite you, make better? Or big bite, kill Tachonis?”

[allexandrianrejects]

The body was squeezing itself in the middle, muscles clenched and slowly grinding. It had been doing this for a good while, but the feeling had only gotten stronger over time. Uncomfortable, Bud told the lips to frown and the brow to crease. These were the upset signs.

“It looks like it’s going to rain.” It turned to Victor, speaking what it had been told was Common. An instinct, one that it had no reason to discontinue, despite not knowing what it had just said. He knew it would get Victor’s attention, that it was a way to voice its displeasure.

@araman-mosaic

Since it was known that the thing inside Julien was not currently Julien, every time he spoke in Common, there was a collective jump. Not that Victor figured that the real Julien's first words would be anything other than what the fuck. It was still the being he'd somewhat accidentally named the nickname one gave pets and children. The warlock's eyes drifted over to see the frown on the lips, a furrowed brow. The words it spoke certainly wasn't what it was getting at, knowing it barely understood anything at all of Common.

"You don't have to speak in Common with me, you know," he began, attempting to sound as smooth and gentle in the guttural Demonic language as he could. It sounded so alien on his tongue; it was never meant to be spoken by mouths with blunt tongues and flat teeth. Ruddy eyes ran up and down Julien's body, attempting together what Bud was upset about. "What's upsetting you?"

[araman-mosaic]

“Know, yes.” Bud put a hand to Julien’s stomach, dropping Common for Infernal, its native tongue. “Something wrong inside. Hurts, in Julien body. Not warm or cold.” It insisted, as if that information was relevant. To him it was, temperature was very important in determining if it was well. This was clearly a human problem, one it needed Victor’s help solving.

[allexandrianrejects]

“You know I’m no good for you…so why are you here?”

It was their his their hangout spot, an abandoned old mill on the outskirts of town. Revelry sat leaned up against the splintery fence, wishing for all the world that the guy at the top of his shit list wasn’t walking up the path towards him. The night was cold, but the simmering of his anger kept him warmer than the jacket over his shoulders. It had been just over one week.

@araman-mosaic ((hi!!

"My mother and I got into a fight. Needed to get away from the Palazzo." The fuck off was implied, but Nikola didn't want to lead with that. After all, it was Nikola's sharp tongue that got them into the situation that led to their breakup almost a fortnight ago. The bard shook his head, pulling the green velveteen of his dressing gown tighter to his body to keep the chill of night out. Seeing Revelry when he was in his night clothes, barefooted, wasn't exactly the reintroduction he wanted after their fight. He felt a bit pathetic.

"Ilondria told me the rumor was you were being sent to school, wherever it is Luxes are trained." She'd even specifically told Nikola that Revel was being sent away. At least in his mind, away meant out of the city, and there'd be time before they say each other again, if they ever did. "Is our dear Ilondria getting bad information, or is the training not so private as we dim folk are led to believe?"

[araman-mosaic]

Revelry heard the *fuck off* loud and clear, you don’t spend that much time at the Palazzo Davinos without learning *that* look. He grunted, gestured with his chin to his side. An invitation. Cold, but neutral.

He wasn’t an asshole, he got having a fucked up family and needing an escape. He won’t deprive him of this refuge, even if he couldn’t stand to look at his pretty face. In the corner of his eye, though, he recognized the green of his dressing gown. He’d freeze out here tonight in just that. Must have been a bad fight…

He bit back a question. Let the silence hang in the air. They weren’t together anymore, and they certainly weren’t friends. He shouldn’t ask about the fight. Nikola had clearly wanted nothing to do with him the last time they saw each other, and the feeling was mutual—except that they were still both here. Seeing flashes of Nikola’s irritation, of his pain, with no easy solution made him uncomfortable, so he made sure to face forward, looking out over the forest below.

Revel scoffed, rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Figures they’d tell you before they tell me their plans. Fuckin’…” He grumbled to himself, the coals in his stomach only flaring.

[allexandrianrejects]

Nikola sighed as joined Revelry, hopping up onto the fence to join him. Glancing over at him briefly, he considered saying something, making some sort of peace offering after what was said. After all, he was sure the irony was not lost on his ex, that despite his decree of ultimately being aligned with his family, the Davinos was still running from disagreements with his mother. Of course,he also couldn’t imagine Revelry was completely unaware that Nikola’s penchant of saying hurtful things was learned behavior— Maya Davinos’ tongue was as sharp and silvered as her husband’s gauntlet.

He looked away like a petulant child.

“She heard from your cousin Zebani’s handmaiden, who I believe heard from your father and grandmother. I’d claim idle chatter, but this doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that’d titillate the rumor mill… unless you’re being sent away because of me.” Not impossible. His own mother had threatened uprooting him from Dol-Makjar and even from his siblings to spend extended time at the Golden Orchard. But when it came down to it, the Orchard was much more pleasant than Lux school, he was sure. “I take it you’re not happy to join the family charlatan act?”

[araman-mosaic]

Revelry shot a glare out into the tree line, hurt. “You forfeited all claim to my heart. Don’t put your hand out for it now.” A little bit of relief, like steam escaping from a kettle. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, and it only sharpened the sting of hearing his sweet voice again, asking after him with that uncomfortable thickness in the air between them. How cruel, to pretend to care now.

He should just go. But something rooted him to the spot, a painful little anchor reminding him how much more relief he needed, how badly he wanted it from the one person who had actually understood him—or pretended to. Maybe if he could get proof one way or the other, the ache where Nikola should be would die down. “Was that even ever your intention? Or was I just a pretty thing to get in trouble with, until I was too much trouble for your sterling image?”

[allexandrianrejects]

To say he was reaching a hand out was perhaps inaccurate. Nikola wasn't entirely sure, not really knowing what he wanted to do. Perhaps he wanted familiarity and comfort after the reopening of wounds. Perhaps putting himself in Revel's arms, nearly dropping himself into his lap, would provide that. ...still, he wasn't dumb enough to try it when the electric tension between them remained so tangible.

"You know that's not true, Reveluccio," he said softly, allowing himself to use the pet name he'd given his ex. A sign, perhaps, of lingering affection. His heart seized in his chest. "If I wanted that, it'd be quicker and easier just to follow my brother back to Castle Torch— I'm sure there's those knights who would indulge me. ...you're someone I can talk to. Someone I enjoy being with without the trouble, without you sneaking into my bedroom at night."

Nikola paused, finally looking over at the plane of Revelry's face. The confession, the apology, had already gone this far; he may as well clamp his teeth down on the blade and keep going. "I'm sorry I acted like an ass. I... I go for the throat even when I have no reason to, and I know I need to watch my tongue."

[araman-mosaic]

The pet name was a splash of cool water over the coals in his chest, steam filling his lungs instead of air. He took a moment to catch his breath, faltering. The apology that followed seemed unfinished, so he waited a beat for a demand that didn’t come. It was his turn to speak and he’d already waited too long.

“I mean yeah, it’s. You know. It’s whatever.” He shrugged it off, still unable to meet his gaze. “Not like you said anything you didn’t mean, so…”

What the hell was this? What did he want? Revelation had tensed up for a hit that hadn’t come yet, so, when would it? Maybe he could goad it into coming faster, so it couldn’t catch him by surprise. But thinking over his words, catching the little intricacies…he couldn’t bear to say anything at all. Nikola said all those nice things about him in the present tense. If this flattery was just a twist of the knife then he had no recourse against it. Nikola could talk him into anything.

Suddenly the argument they’d had felt fresh again, and instead of spite to shield him, he felt vulnerable, exposed. He couldn’t muster up the bitterness to protect himself, not when he could feel his ex lover’s eyes on him, so he had no way of stopping the tightness in his chest, the tears that sprang to his eyes.

[allexandrianrejects]

"I was angry. I know it's no excuse but... you know my family. Whatever gets your point across, even if you lie a little, even if you hurt them." Nikola didn't know how much his parents meant in arguments, if the words disappointment or selfish brat really were how they felt about him or his brother. It seemed sometimes that Alba and Chiara were regarded more delicately, but they weren't safe with certain heated discussions were had. Nikola gave a shaky sigh. "I said what I did to get a rise, not because I really feel it, not as anything more than a flash when I was feeling hurt."

Maybe he wanted to continue, say he didn't think Revel was bad for him, say he did care for him. He wasn't sure if that was what he wanted to say or what he thought Revel wanted to hear. Maybe it was both. The feelings were murky when his ex boyfriend was involved. He was never sure if he was on the backfoot or completely in control until several minutes into a conversation. Maybe that was because of all the strong personalities around him who knew how to speak, how to play people like fiddles... with Nikola the one quickly becoming the master violinist of the family.

The dim evening light caught the tears glinting in Revelation's eyes, and the bard's breath hitched. "There's no need to cry, please. I mean what I'm saying now. I've thought... I'm not saying it in anger or in the heat of a moment. My meaning is true." His hand reached out, finding the Halovar's.

[araman-mosaic]

His head immediately ducked down, hand moving to wipe his tears before it was caught. Nikola’s hands were gentle, with callouses on the fingers from years of playing the yarting. As the wind chilled the exposed skin of their hands, Revelry felt relief in the warmth of him, of this gesture. He curled hesitant fingers around his, surprised when the bard allowed it to happen.

Still, he scrubbed at his eyes with his other hand, balled into a fist. His voice was choked with emotion. “I won’t, sorry, I’m not.” He took a deep breath, feeling the stretch of his guilt and grief settle over his ribs. “Sorry.” He attempted to swallow the feeling back down, but the relief of it was still there, and so was the ache: Nikola didn’t hate him. They could still talk.

He huffed a laugh, still unable to look him in the eyes but unwilling to let go of his hand. “I was an ass too, so. It’s fine. We were both stupid about it.”

[allexandrianrejects]

“You know I’m no good for you…so why are you here?”

It was their his their hangout spot, an abandoned old mill on the outskirts of town. Revelry sat leaned up against the splintery fence, wishing for all the world that the guy at the top of his shit list wasn’t walking up the path towards him. The night was cold, but the simmering of his anger kept him warmer than the jacket over his shoulders. It had been just over one week.

@araman-mosaic ((hi!!

"My mother and I got into a fight. Needed to get away from the Palazzo." The fuck off was implied, but Nikola didn't want to lead with that. After all, it was Nikola's sharp tongue that got them into the situation that led to their breakup almost a fortnight ago. The bard shook his head, pulling the green velveteen of his dressing gown tighter to his body to keep the chill of night out. Seeing Revelry when he was in his night clothes, barefooted, wasn't exactly the reintroduction he wanted after their fight. He felt a bit pathetic.

"Ilondria told me the rumor was you were being sent to school, wherever it is Luxes are trained." She'd even specifically told Nikola that Revel was being sent away. At least in his mind, away meant out of the city, and there'd be time before they say each other again, if they ever did. "Is our dear Ilondria getting bad information, or is the training not so private as we dim folk are led to believe?"

[araman-mosaic]

Revelry heard the *fuck off* loud and clear, you don’t spend that much time at the Palazzo Davinos without learning *that* look. He grunted, gestured with his chin to his side. An invitation. Cold, but neutral.

He wasn’t an asshole, he got having a fucked up family and needing an escape. He won’t deprive him of this refuge, even if he couldn’t stand to look at his pretty face. In the corner of his eye, though, he recognized the green of his dressing gown. He’d freeze out here tonight in just that. Must have been a bad fight…

He bit back a question. Let the silence hang in the air. They weren’t together anymore, and they certainly weren’t friends. He shouldn’t ask about the fight. Nikola had clearly wanted nothing to do with him the last time they saw each other, and the feeling was mutual—except that they were still both here. Seeing flashes of Nikola’s irritation, of his pain, with no easy solution made him uncomfortable, so he made sure to face forward, looking out over the forest below.

Revel scoffed, rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Figures they’d tell you before they tell me their plans. Fuckin’…” He grumbled to himself, the coals in his stomach only flaring.

[allexandrianrejects]

Nikola sighed as joined Revelry, hopping up onto the fence to join him. Glancing over at him briefly, he considered saying something, making some sort of peace offering after what was said. After all, he was sure the irony was not lost on his ex, that despite his decree of ultimately being aligned with his family, the Davinos was still running from disagreements with his mother. Of course,he also couldn’t imagine Revelry was completely unaware that Nikola’s penchant of saying hurtful things was learned behavior— Maya Davinos’ tongue was as sharp and silvered as her husband’s gauntlet.

He looked away like a petulant child.

“She heard from your cousin Zebani’s handmaiden, who I believe heard from your father and grandmother. I’d claim idle chatter, but this doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that’d titillate the rumor mill… unless you’re being sent away because of me.” Not impossible. His own mother had threatened uprooting him from Dol-Makjar and even from his siblings to spend extended time at the Golden Orchard. But when it came down to it, the Orchard was much more pleasant than Lux school, he was sure. “I take it you’re not happy to join the family charlatan act?”

[araman-mosaic]

Revelry shot a glare out into the tree line, hurt. “You forfeited all claim to my heart. Don’t put your hand out for it now.” A little bit of relief, like steam escaping from a kettle. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, and it only sharpened the sting of hearing his sweet voice again, asking after him with that uncomfortable thickness in the air between them. How cruel, to pretend to care now.

He should just go. But something rooted him to the spot, a painful little anchor reminding him how much more relief he needed, how badly he wanted it from the one person who had actually understood him—or pretended to. Maybe if he could get proof one way or the other, the ache where Nikola should be would die down. “Was that even ever your intention? Or was I just a pretty thing to get in trouble with, until I was too much trouble for your sterling image?”

[allexandrianrejects]

To say he was reaching a hand out was perhaps inaccurate. Nikola wasn't entirely sure, not really knowing what he wanted to do. Perhaps he wanted familiarity and comfort after the reopening of wounds. Perhaps putting himself in Revel's arms, nearly dropping himself into his lap, would provide that. ...still, he wasn't dumb enough to try it when the electric tension between them remained so tangible.

"You know that's not true, Reveluccio," he said softly, allowing himself to use the pet name he'd given his ex. A sign, perhaps, of lingering affection. His heart seized in his chest. "If I wanted that, it'd be quicker and easier just to follow my brother back to Castle Torch— I'm sure there's those knights who would indulge me. ...you're someone I can talk to. Someone I enjoy being with without the trouble, without you sneaking into my bedroom at night."

Nikola paused, finally looking over at the plane of Revelry's face. The confession, the apology, had already gone this far; he may as well clamp his teeth down on the blade and keep going. "I'm sorry I acted like an ass. I... I go for the throat even when I have no reason to, and I know I need to watch my tongue."

[araman-mosaic]

The pet name was a splash of cool water over the coals in his chest, steam filling his lungs instead of air. He took a moment to catch his breath, faltering. The apology that followed seemed unfinished, so he waited a beat for a demand that didn’t come. It was his turn to speak and he’d already waited too long.

“I mean yeah, it’s. You know. It’s whatever.” He shrugged it off, still unable to meet his gaze. “Not like you said anything you didn’t mean, so…”

What the hell was this? What did he want? Revelation had tensed up for a hit that hadn’t come yet, so, when would it? Maybe he could goad it into coming faster, so it couldn’t catch him by surprise. But thinking over his words, catching the little intricacies…he couldn’t bear to say anything at all. Nikola said all those nice things about him in the present tense. If this flattery was just a twist of the knife then he had no recourse against it. Nikola could talk him into anything.

Suddenly the argument they’d had felt fresh again, and instead of spite to shield him, he felt vulnerable, exposed. He couldn’t muster up the bitterness to protect himself, not when he could feel his ex lover’s eyes on him, so he had no way of stopping the tightness in his chest, the tears that sprang to his eyes.

[allexandrianrejects]

“You know I’m no good for you…so why are you here?”

It was their his their hangout spot, an abandoned old mill on the outskirts of town. Revelry sat leaned up against the splintery fence, wishing for all the world that the guy at the top of his shit list wasn’t walking up the path towards him. The night was cold, but the simmering of his anger kept him warmer than the jacket over his shoulders. It had been just over one week.

@araman-mosaic ((hi!!

"My mother and I got into a fight. Needed to get away from the Palazzo." The fuck off was implied, but Nikola didn't want to lead with that. After all, it was Nikola's sharp tongue that got them into the situation that led to their breakup almost a fortnight ago. The bard shook his head, pulling the green velveteen of his dressing gown tighter to his body to keep the chill of night out. Seeing Revelry when he was in his night clothes, barefooted, wasn't exactly the reintroduction he wanted after their fight. He felt a bit pathetic.

"Ilondria told me the rumor was you were being sent to school, wherever it is Luxes are trained." She'd even specifically told Nikola that Revel was being sent away. At least in his mind, away meant out of the city, and there'd be time before they say each other again, if they ever did. "Is our dear Ilondria getting bad information, or is the training not so private as we dim folk are led to believe?"

[araman-mosaic]

Revelry heard the *fuck off* loud and clear, you don’t spend that much time at the Palazzo Davinos without learning *that* look. He grunted, gestured with his chin to his side. An invitation. Cold, but neutral.

He wasn’t an asshole, he got having a fucked up family and needing an escape. He won’t deprive him of this refuge, even if he couldn’t stand to look at his pretty face. In the corner of his eye, though, he recognized the green of his dressing gown. He’d freeze out here tonight in just that. Must have been a bad fight…

He bit back a question. Let the silence hang in the air. They weren’t together anymore, and they certainly weren’t friends. He shouldn’t ask about the fight. Nikola had clearly wanted nothing to do with him the last time they saw each other, and the feeling was mutual—except that they were still both here. Seeing flashes of Nikola’s irritation, of his pain, with no easy solution made him uncomfortable, so he made sure to face forward, looking out over the forest below.

Revel scoffed, rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Figures they’d tell you before they tell me their plans. Fuckin’…” He grumbled to himself, the coals in his stomach only flaring.

[allexandrianrejects]

Nikola sighed as joined Revelry, hopping up onto the fence to join him. Glancing over at him briefly, he considered saying something, making some sort of peace offering after what was said. After all, he was sure the irony was not lost on his ex, that despite his decree of ultimately being aligned with his family, the Davinos was still running from disagreements with his mother. Of course,he also couldn’t imagine Revelry was completely unaware that Nikola’s penchant of saying hurtful things was learned behavior— Maya Davinos’ tongue was as sharp and silvered as her husband’s gauntlet.

He looked away like a petulant child.

“She heard from your cousin Zebani’s handmaiden, who I believe heard from your father and grandmother. I’d claim idle chatter, but this doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that’d titillate the rumor mill… unless you’re being sent away because of me.” Not impossible. His own mother had threatened uprooting him from Dol-Makjar and even from his siblings to spend extended time at the Golden Orchard. But when it came down to it, the Orchard was much more pleasant than Lux school, he was sure. “I take it you’re not happy to join the family charlatan act?”

[araman-mosaic]

Revelry shot a glare out into the tree line, hurt. “You forfeited all claim to my heart. Don’t put your hand out for it now.” A little bit of relief, like steam escaping from a kettle. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, and it only sharpened the sting of hearing his sweet voice again, asking after him with that uncomfortable thickness in the air between them. How cruel, to pretend to care now.

He should just go. But something rooted him to the spot, a painful little anchor reminding him how much more relief he needed, how badly he wanted it from the one person who had actually understood him—or pretended to. Maybe if he could get proof one way or the other, the ache where Nikola should be would die down. “Was that even ever your intention? Or was I just a pretty thing to get in trouble with, until I was too much trouble for your sterling image?”

[allexandrianrejects]

“You know I’m no good for you…so why are you here?”

It was their his their hangout spot, an abandoned old mill on the outskirts of town. Revelry sat leaned up against the splintery fence, wishing for all the world that the guy at the top of his shit list wasn’t walking up the path towards him. The night was cold, but the simmering of his anger kept him warmer than the jacket over his shoulders. It had been just over one week.

@araman-mosaic ((hi!!

"My mother and I got into a fight. Needed to get away from the Palazzo." The fuck off was implied, but Nikola didn't want to lead with that. After all, it was Nikola's sharp tongue that got them into the situation that led to their breakup almost a fortnight ago. The bard shook his head, pulling the green velveteen of his dressing gown tighter to his body to keep the chill of night out. Seeing Revelry when he was in his night clothes, barefooted, wasn't exactly the reintroduction he wanted after their fight. He felt a bit pathetic.

"Ilondria told me the rumor was you were being sent to school, wherever it is Luxes are trained." She'd even specifically told Nikola that Revel was being sent away. At least in his mind, away meant out of the city, and there'd be time before they say each other again, if they ever did. "Is our dear Ilondria getting bad information, or is the training not so private as we dim folk are led to believe?"

[araman-mosaic]

Revelry heard the *fuck off* loud and clear, you don’t spend that much time at the Palazzo Davinos without learning *that* look. He grunted, gestured with his chin to his side. An invitation. Cold, but neutral.

He wasn’t an asshole, he got having a fucked up family and needing an escape. He won’t deprive him of this refuge, even if he couldn’t stand to look at his pretty face. In the corner of his eye, though, he recognized the green of his dressing gown. He’d freeze out here tonight in just that. Must have been a bad fight…

He bit back a question. Let the silence hang in the air. They weren’t together anymore, and they certainly weren’t friends. He shouldn’t ask about the fight. Nikola had clearly wanted nothing to do with him the last time they saw each other, and the feeling was mutual—except that they were still both here. Seeing flashes of Nikola’s irritation, of his pain, with no easy solution made him uncomfortable, so he made sure to face forward, looking out over the forest below.

Revel scoffed, rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Figures they’d tell you before they tell me their plans. Fuckin’…” He grumbled to himself, the coals in his stomach only flaring.