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Since the day Midas had made that deal, which resulted in the loss of his daughter, he’d had to face the consequences--and there were many. The eroding of his relationships with his beloved and his son were ones that hit him hard, as no man wanted to feel as if he couldn’t protect his family. To have them be scared of him was frustrating and saddening all the same, yet he knew he couldn’t blame them for it. After what happened to Marigold, it made perfect sense for them to want to keep their distance.

Some years had passed since that day, and with Lityerses back in his life, Midas was determined to make things right again. He’d learned how to control his powers, meaning that he could touch people and things without turning them to solid gold. It was a choice now, and in time, he would prove to his son that it wasn’t something to be feared, but rather embraced when controlled properly. Not only did it provide wealth, but power came with it too. More than likely, it was something that would have to be taught outside of the Royale, but there was no way in hell that he was about to let his son go into one without him. There was still so much for him to learn, and whether or not he liked it, he would be accompanying him.

Eyes narrowed upon hearing the conditions stated by Lityerses, who was still very much so uncomfortable with the idea of being around him. He was fairly confident that one day he’d earn back his trust. One day, his son would be able to look at him for comfort and safety again, the way he used to when he was very small--before everything happened. “Conditions, hm?” He raised a brow questioningly, arms crossing over his chest. “You cannot get used to making such demands, my son. Not here. You learn--and you learn fast--or you die.” It was as simple as that. He wanted to respect his sons wishes, of course, and he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but Midas would only allow it to go so far. Very rarely did anyone show mercy, and when arriving at an area that was heavily populated with other contenders, one had to be especially careful and quick to react if they wanted to make it out alive. “I will bring one of my henchmen along to accompany us this time. Just know that in a life or death situation, I will not keep away simply because you don’t wish to have me near you. I do not care if you get angry. Your life matters more to me.”

@hewmanyfoemen​ continued​

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Careful but swift movements carried Midas through the dense forest of trees, which unfortunately did very little to provide cover from the rain. It was coming down in buckets, the thunder roaring above and the occasional flash of lightning lighting up his surroundings. Night had fallen, making it nearly impossible to see through both the rain and the darkness. He’d learned how to better rely on his hearing after he’d lost vision in his right eye, as he had been caught off guard too many times by enemies that could take advantage of his blind side. In cases like this though, nobody could rely on either one of the senses.

Beside Midas was Dom, who he’d been paired up with for the Royale they’d been thrown into. Ensuring he wasn’t separated from him, luckily, wasn’t a hard task. The way he glowed in the dark so brightly made it easy to keep track of him. On the flip side, it also made him an easy target, which was another reason why Midas wanted to get to cover. Conveniently, after a bit more roaming, they’d stumbled across a house that proved to be empty upon closer inspection. It wasn’t very big and didn’t have a second floor, nor did it have a back door, but at least it made it easier to keep unwanted company out. There was less area to patrol.

Relief washed over Midas after he’d stepped inside and shut the door behind the both of them, his hand lifting to push his soaking wet hair out of his face. “I do hope this bloody storm doesn’t last too long. We’re already behind as it is,” he sighed. It wasn’t that they had messed up along the way, but rather that the area they’d decided to start in was very far from the safe zones. It had forced them to leave early to avoid the electric storm that would be tailing them the whole way there. They’d made some pretty decent headway at least, having hardly stopped during the grueling hours that passed by. Whether or not they’d be able to stay here until the morning, Midas wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling the electric storm would be pushing them out of the house before the sun rose. They could only hope that the weather storm would ease up by then.

Spotting a fireplace across the room, Midas approached it and glanced around the immediate area to spot matches or a lighter to start a fire. Alas, he found nothing. “Dom?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder to look at the prince before he gave a nod of his head towards the fireplace.

@withinafortnight​