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Vitello Prince

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Who’s usin’ who? What should we do? Well you can’t be a pimp And a prostitute too

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astrid-vitello:

Astrid frowned, less confused about his questions than she should be. She understood perfectly well why Hamish would be uncertain of her motives for being there. They had never been close after Hypatia dug her claws into him. “You’re my brother despite our disagreements in our past and you should not be in here. Antony is being unreasonable, not listening to any of his advisors… I can’t imagine why he thinks you’ve got anything to do with what happened to the baby.”

“Come. Let’s go.”

He said nothing and looked at the ground and followed her as she left. Some reluctant but keeping close to her all the same.

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haydenbattaglia:

There was a petty part of Hayden that gloried in seeing his trueborn brother brought so low, that even wanted to revel in it. See? Now you know what it’s like to be treated like dirt. He quickly tamped down on that pettiness, though. That the king would have no regard for his bastard siblings didn’t surprise him - that the king would be so quick to put even Hamish behind bars was more than worrisome. How far gone was he?

Hayden stepped forward, narrowing his eyes to see the dark huddled shape of his brother at the back of the cell. “Hamish,” he said as he closed his hands around the iron bars. “I’m sorry.”

He stood and walked to the bars and looked into his half-brothers eyes with a stare resolute and true.

“You’re not Antony. You don’t have to apologize.”

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astrid-vitello:

Astrid descended the stairs down to the dungeon and had to say very little to make the guards step aside for her to pass. The wails were almost overwhelming as she walked down the halls. People reached out for her and she shot them apologetic looks as she continued on. There was someone she needed to see specifically before speaking to anyone else and she stopped in front of the cell with guard at her side. He hesitated, looking at her nervously to which Astrid shot him an authoritative look and he stepped forward to open the prison cell door.

“You may go,” she said dismissively as she herself walked into the dark, dank quarters. “Have they been feeding you properly at least? I don’t understand what you’re doing down here in the first place.”

He rose with motions slow and deliberate as some elder deity just woken from long slumber might rise shaking off what stone, dirt, trees, and rivers have there gathered, grown, and ran.

He looked on her with eyes indifferent of all such he once knew her to be. He had no hate for her and his gaze was empty without emotion or feeling, therein holding only an uncertainty of all about and all within. Disillusion, as some might call it. What world there once was he knew it no more and looked on her as if she were some faceless stranger met in a dream once but nothing more. 

The Prince hated those he once loved mayhap he might love those once hated.

“Why you? You of all of people? Why would you come?”

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He sat to the rear of his cell with his back to the wall and thought on the world and all that therein was and wasn’t, the Prince feeling himself alien to all about him and needing to understand the world on new terms.

The door at the cell end opposite him opened. The light slanted in and he brought up his forearm to cover his eyes.

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if i had a heart, i could love you if i had a voice, i would sing

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the event

HAMISH VITELLO:

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With the death of the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Antony and Alycia Vitello have vowed that they shall not rest until they find the culprits. They see their enemies everywhere – even among their oldest friends. They plan to question all, throwing those in the cells of the deepest dungeons for the night if they feel they do not gain a satisfactory answer. They intend to drag all those to trial who may hold a connection to the monster, and if a swift justice cannot be doled out there, they intend to do it themselves.

Needing a scapegoat, Antony turned his attention to his younger brother. Immediately believing him to be the cause of his suffering, the King offered no hesitation in publicly dragging him in front of the crowd and deeming him the problem before locking him in the dungeons as well. He is allowed few visitors and has been denied all rights to see the King. While they tell him his imprisonment will only last until the air settles, there is no way of knowing if that is a lie.

“It’s too easy to criticize a man when he’s out of favour, and to make him shoulder the blame for everybody else’s mistakes.” 

To Kill a King

His veins were as rivers swelled with monsoon and went as lined tendrils down his flesh. He clenched his jaw and with bared teeth he breathed heavy looking like hell and having that such rage as moves far deep under mountain and earth in oceans infernal and ancient as Earth itself. There was fire to his eyes if ever fire could be said to dwell within the eyes of man and down from them ran tears of sorrow and of pain but greatest of all, of rage.

Through such tears he came to stare down at his hands open before him. His jaw slacked and there was a sudden calm to all about as he looked on and reflected over that which was his body and all it had done and all it could do. His hands were still black with soot and there were over his arms linear lengths of skin that had been burnt in those early days of his apprenticeship to the castle smith but now were healed and smooth so that light seemed to catch over such defacements as it might over glass.

He tensed his muscles and they, wrought as they were from hammering metal against the anvil, bulged and he understood what new strength he had and all such violence he could do.

His fists clenched and unclenched and he began to shake. The Prince screamed and struck out against the cell door with a force heedless of pain. His knuckles cracked against the iron and blood bubbled up as he brought back his fist once more and struck once again his cell door thinking only his brother whom he loved but now loved no more.

“I’ll kill him!!!”

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motherhypatia:

Hypatia grinned at her youngest son. He was nothing like Antony. He did not speak well, could never run a Kingdom, and was perhaps thought of as weak by others. She would always defend her youngest, and protect him from anyone who wanted to slander him.

“Hamish, don’t mumble.” She replied, hooking her hand into his elbow and walking with him. “Come, have some tea, I do not believe we have had much conversation as of late, have we?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled first, repeated himself louder the second; him waking with his mother arm-in-arm down the long castle halls whereon the walls hung tapestry or else nothing and left empty unadorned stone through which cobbled cracks the candlelight cantered and played. 

“Forgive me, and yes, yes tea actually sounds good.”

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💭

Real talk, I don’t know well enough to say anything GREATLY substantial. Like he undoubtably probably feels some bitterness but also idek??????>?????? (also there was Hamish/Ashlynn interaction and the like back in the first Realms rp so like I don’t know if what happened then factors into this one??????)

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💭 { for Hypatia }

He genuinely feels confused about his mother. He loves her, he will always lover her, but slowly and more recently he’s beginning to understand how her raising him (i.e. the ways in which she has raised him) has hampered his growth as a person in some detrimental ways. It’s a fact he can’t fully confront right now but it’s dawning on him slowly.

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Portia glanced around a moment before spotting a spare room at the far corner. She gestured for Hamish to follow her before dancing all the way over to it. She had to admit the choice in music was really growing on her. She pushed into the room to find a couple making out on the bed and gasped loudly.

“AWAY YOU FIENDS.” Portia shooed the couple away and plopped down on the bed herself. “What was it you asked again?” She smiled as if nothing she did was strange or abnormal, swinging her legs as she looked up at the boy.

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He followed her meekly as might a puppy it’s owner for she was the only thing he knew, as much a stranger as she was, in this hedonist landscape wherein bodies moved to and ‘gainst each other as does the sea move to and ‘gainst the beach-land in undulations and tidal rhythms. He was never one for the water and wasn’t for this place neither.

He spoke too loud at first feeling nervous that it was only him and her in this room and she herself sitting on the bed. This would mean nothing to most but it weighed on him though he felt nothing much for her being as she was more stranger than not.

“I WAS WONDERI...Sorry, I mean I was wondering if you took notes for Lorca’s last class.”

[portia-vitello]

“Notes?” she repeated with a confused expression on her face. She recognized the boy from her physics class, but wasn’t sure if he had said notes or something about goats. It was most likely the former, but she couldn’t help laughing anyways. 

Portia shook her head and pointed to the air. “I can’t HEAR you. Do you want to go someplace quiet?” she yelled.

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“Sure.” 

He waited for her to lead him where she would. As with all in his life.

[portia-vitello]

“WHAT?” Portia yelled as she danced awkwardly to the music blaring over her head. She was normally better at it; it was the music. How does one dance to EDM? At least that was how she consoled herself.

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The music was loud and he didn’t much want to be where he now was but that his brother had made him come. He stood amongst those dancing there and he looked about for some face he knew until he saw her and couldn’t think of anything much to say.

“Hey. I was wondering...”--someone drunkenly shouldered past him--”...I was wondering if you took notes for Lorca’s class?”

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“Not right? Was I not yours before I was ever your brother’s?” As if she was anyone’s to own; she could not help herself at this point, however. It was far too easy. At his insistence she leave, a slight frown tugged on her lips ( as if she was so sad she could not remain by his side ), and she slowly nodded her head. “I see… I see. You hate me, don’t you? Oh, Hamish, I never wished for this to happen. If you truly desire for me to leave, then I shall take my leave now.” 

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“Liar. You were never mine.”

He straightened his back some--best as a cripple like he could--and called her liar with a resolve uncharacteristic of him. He stared her in the eye and though he could not long hold her gaze, here eyes a beauty lulling him into weakness and fascination, but held it long enough to make his point.

He looked away and he stammered having stared at her long as he did and feeling his heart drum softly in his chest and the sweat gather on his skin soon cooled by the wind through the window as it was.

“And no, I don’t...I don’t hate you. I should, I did, I still should hate you, but I don’t.

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Night Air | Antony & Hamish

[antonyvitello]

“I love her more than anything I have ever loved.” Antony said, his voice quiet, “I love her more than winning a battle, more than that hunting dog father got for me when I was a boy, more than I love mother or father.” He told his brother, “And I loved her like that the first time she spoke to me.”

It was not a lie. He did love her, painfully so. 

He tugged his fingers through his hair, “You had everything I wanted, Hamish. Father, I do not think, did not beat you when you were late, he did not shout or call you out for being foolish and rash, he did not find you in the night to remind you that you were not the heir he wished for. As well, you had her, you were happy and…” Antony choked on his words, 

“I was jealous.”

Jealousy ran through him like the kingsblood back then. He was jealous of Hamush who was happy, Astrid and Hector who had the undying love of their father, of Darius who could laugh, who could find himself in the good graces of their father if he did him wrong, of Hayden who could run off at a moments notice. It coursed through him, hot like fire.

And then it did not. All at once it stopped. That moment happened to be the last one Zion lived.

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Love manifests myriad and too panoplous . The Prince loved his brother and loved him as only a brother could . He understood his brother’s anguish and felt no need to refute what Antony had said and given. There were no tears in his brother’s eye but there was pain enough in the words and if tears could run invisible down cheeks then they did down Antony’s. 

“Do you love me though, truly?”

And his voice grew small. Small as a boy’s, much unsure of the world he's now in, much unsure of circumstances that fix his present and his future and is called fate by some bearing that same weight whether one believes it to be such, much unsure of emotion and love and pain and family but feeling them, each and every, all the same.

“If only a little?”