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The man makes a very valid point; Duke has no qualms in resorting to violence. Though he does hope it won’t be necessary. ”Then I will follow your lead. Let us retrieve Yuri.”
And off to the vigilante's house to kidnap him and his little dog too! "Here we are--!" Though how to get inside, that is the question.
There was but one question, however. "How do you think we should convince him to join us up here? I have a feeling he will no so willingly comply as I."
"How else do we convince people to do the things we like? Violence, blackmail or just angry shouting to wake him up and make him follow us." Because this was, indeed, going to be a glorious romp!
One could question that depending on the definition of ‘fall’.
Content with reasoning, Duke’s face formed a faint smile. "… Alexei, we’re going this way." Of course, towards the lower quarter—towards Yuri’s home.
Ah! But of course! He'd almost forgotten, "Quite!" And Alexei turned to the direction Duke pointed, for the vigilante should know the splendor of the rooftops.
“Let us traverse the rooftops of Zaphias, old friend.”
Traverse… rooftops? Wait—Like birds? "Don’t fall."
Exactly like bird. Except with more feet. And rooftops. "Since when have you known me to fall? Come now!" A hand was held, offering the vast and open expanse of pointed, slanted and flat rooftops that Zaphias had to offer.
"Let us traverse the rooftops of Zaphias, old friend."
[ Time to ge tdrunk as a skunk so that I can laugh and do the things. LEA U RDY? ]
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So I’m playing Shadow of the Colossus with Rayna and Wander is … Gffjngrsftnftjjbfykbftknfruhf this game is awful
Can you feel his bones C R E A K
No FAT or mUscLE to protect his H E A R T
Only SKIN & BONE
Some Things Never Change
His eyes flashed briefly with hesitation as he caught his balance, and for that brief second it seemed as though he was willing to pull back.
In a moment the light was gone, though, replaced with fury and a tightened grip on his blade. All reason was gone from him.
"Your words will never sway me again," he hissed through his teeth. "You will answer for your crimes!"
He had betrayed his friends. His city. His world for him. Flynn Scifo would have followed this man to the depths of hell and believed him right.
But he’d hurt Yuri.
He’d hurt Estelle.
He pivoted his foot, and his sword came swinging upward in a flash of metal.
Yet the man wasn't there.
He'd pivoted as soon as that hesitation disappeared and a snarl slid his lips. Evading the metal as it slashed for his arm. If this insanity did not end, the men under the boy's command would be wiped free and dead. It would only mean that--
Digging his heels into the ground, Alexei's bone's creaked. The strain of what he was going to do would severly hurt, but he needed to get out of this corner.
Answering for his crimes and spending time within jail are two different things. But he could not convince this person of that yet, so instead, he righted himself to slide below defenses of a sword and shield, hoping for either Flynn to side-step and let him proceed forward or two sweep his feet away from him.
"Your men are dying and the only thing you can think of is me?!" He hissed, anger starting to seethe from between his lips.
If this worked, he'd at least be able to duck out of the city and get a few away from the main gait.
Some Things Never Change
He froze; the Commandant dared not drop his sword. The moment he let it go, Alexei would turn it against him. At least this way, they were somewhat stalemated.
A simple no was enough to test his composure. He clamped his mouth shut, tightening his jaw so the boiling in his belly didn’t escape him. He had no doubt that Alexei—it hurt to think the name.
That he would not hesitate to end his life the moment he slipped.
Despite the intense pressure in his mind, Alexei’s next statement stabbed directly through it.
"You dare say that you protected us!?” he spat, voice rising to uncomfortable volumes. “There is nothing you could do that could mend what you have already done!”
How dare he. How dare he. How dare—
"AND YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!"
Alexei's voice roared above Flynn's, octave rising, staring down the boy who stood on the other end of the sword. Holding it's hilt as red eyes narrowed horribly. Staring, staring at the boy. "You are being over-emotional at this interval, you are unfit to work until you have control over your emotion to understand what you are putting in danger by following after me!"
With that, he jerked the sword backwards to pull Flynn forward, nose to touch his, knelt down enough so that he could get on equal seeing level between the two of them. "Did you think about the other members of your guard who could be injured right now, with the gates closed provides you extra time, but you need archers up on those gates to pick them off; however you also have injured, the knights who could use a bow would be at a disadvantage due to the fact the ones who could dual wield both a bow and a sword would have been in the thrum of fighting; you've lost too many men to hold Zaphias."
There was a sneer, "And do you know what that means? You should; I picked you to promote for a reason and it wasn't because you're easily manipulated when you think it's for the good of everyone." Red eyes danced up and down his form before a low growl escaped his throat.
"Go, heal your men. Calm down and don't tell me what I dare because you've no control over me or my thoughts when I turned and helped save your city when I knew this would be the welcome I would receive." Alexei shifted, shoulder moving to shove into Flynn's chest, hand letting go enough of the sword so it would slip, cutting through the cloth on his glove and push the boy back.
He lifted himself, straightening himself, twisting his hand backwards to check the bleeding carefully. "Unless of course, you think my life is going to be more important than the few you have left." He glanced to the side, "For a man who claims to be my successor, you're not thinking too far into the future, are you? Sure, you have the work and you can handle that fine. Put in the tougher problems in mix? No. So do yourself a favor and deal with the things you can face. Not the people you find morally unappealing."
Alexei clucked his tongue, shook his head. Flynn Scifo wouldn't be his equal in the knights for years. Gaining trust was easy, yes, gaining loyalty was easy, yes, but gaining experience was difficult. And this man who had so much difficulty with his emotions. "Now leave. Unless you plan to ask me help defend your gates, I'm not going to your prison where I'll be left to rot for the rest of my life with a council who supports you only to try and manipulate you later."
But he would defend the gates. He would help defend Zaphias. It wouldn't matter if he was given a sword or a bow. Put in the front line or last. He'd be just as successful and would put them all to shame. He'd kill them, every last one of them that tried to hurt his men. Even if they didn't consider themselves that anymore. They had always been his and he'd be damned if he let them die. "Came to a decision yet?"
Some Things Never Change
Flynn, on the other hand, showed no hesitation when drawing his own blade as his boots slid to a halt across the cobblestone. He raised his weapon, pointing it sharply in the direction of the other man’s neck. It took all his strength to stop it from quivering.
For a moment, he was silent. The word stood poised upon his tongue, bound by a knot in his through which prevented it from slipping past his teeth and into the air. All was silent.
He took a deep breath, and finally let the word push through his lips.
"… Alexei." It came out like breath, barely bidden. "You are under arrest for treason, by order of the Imperial Knights."
Hesitation?
No, this wasn't hesitation.
It was an irritation, an unwillingness to fight. He didn't want to hurt the boy, mainly because he knew from experience, his experiences, alone he did not stand a chance. He'd already done enough magic for today in both protecting this city as well as trying to get away. Red eyes narrowed in silence to the sword pointed towards his throat. However, instead of irritation laced within a red gaze, a hand merely lifted.
Gloved fingers moved, grabbing onto the other's sword, tightening about it with a knowledge of the blades sharpness, but this way he could unbalance the man or keep it from stabbing him through the tonsils. It was knowledgable, knowing, understanding, yet not accepting. He wouldn't take this punishment, though would not deny his crime.
Pushing forward with his weight, Alexei didn't relinquish the other's eyes, even if Flynn were to look away. "No." He wouldn't be able to do anything in prison, he wouldn't be able to right the wrongs or work.
He'd be paraded by the council as a trophy won by the new commandant, even as he protected this city just earlier. "Tell me, Flynn Scifo," the words rolled easily from his tongue, meaning to anger as he pushed forward more, feeling his glove begin to give way to the metal he grasped tightly in his fingers, "Is this how you treat men who just went to protect your" --the word was swallowed with spite-- "city? I'd hate to be within your guard if that were the case."
This is one of my OTP’s and I find it absolutely amazing. Harry Whitehorse and Karol Capel (screwhandholding). Ofc it’d be way in the future because Harry’s already ‘legal’ so no pedophilia things (plus the ‘i like a guy’ denial thing weee)
The reason I like this pairing so much is really … complicated.
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