Rylan Ianson

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The carriage wheel was broken, and Rylan’s father was quite angry. All the kids were huddled under their dad’s large cloak. Rylan being the oldest wrapped his little sisters Lynn, and Catherine close to his body to keep the biting wind from catching their faces. The large man combed calloused fingers, dirtied from hulling the large object up against his shoulder through his beard in thought. Glancing to his children with a look that made Rylan worried they wouldn’t make it to Richmond today like they hoped.

“Dad, is the spare not working?” he asked, Catherine’s lean fingers were digging into his side as she snuggled against his warmer body and Rylan chuckled a bit while he shifted the large article of clothing off his shoulders and around both his sisters. The weather wasn’t terrible by way of temperature this spring day but the wind was abnormal and strong today. It had been what caused the carriage to blow up on its two wheels and snapped the back one from all the weight.

No, the piece to the axle won’t let me put the new one on- I need to walk ahead and see if I can find one. There are a few cabins around here, someone will have a piece I need. Bring your sisters over here, stay by the carriage. Don’t talk to anyone, and if you see someone approach you hide. You hear me son? Don’t talk to them.

Rylan nodded. His heart suddenly fluttering in fright of being left out here alone. His father was a strong, powerful man of manual labor. Having both worked in London for woodworking, and Richmond as a Lumberjack. Mr. Ianson had only passed on subtle things like his nose and crooked smile to Rylan, he was his mothers son through and through. Beauty in hazel eyes, and a youthful attraction that would carry through his years. His dad pressed a dagger into his hands.

“I’m scared–” he said once his father was close enough, his sisters moving to the taller grasses not aware of the danger they were putting themselves in. “Maybe I can go instead? I can run fast Father, I know the part…"

I won’t be gone but a few minutes. You protect your sisters alright? This road is off the main, and guards sometimes travel it to be sure of its safety out of Norwich to Nottingham. You will fine just be on alert alright?

Mr. Ianson took off in powerful stride up the road before his son could object. Rylan knew his dad was right. That with Nottingham being so close that the guards would be along the road in shifts, but he didn’t see any now. Taking a deep breath he put on his best smile, and moved towards his sisters hoping to distract them while they waited.

"Lynn want to make dad a flower crown for when he comes back? I bet you he will wear it…”

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Rylan & Hugging Kids

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Garden Party - Lailah & Rylan

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“Well as dangerous as it may be, for some, these hunters are heroes. They protect and avenge, Rylan, and all with their own strength. It is admirable, I think.” She smiled at him, pleased that he was one to play peacemaker. “Sometimes there isn’t a better way, violence may not always be the answer…but it can be the only one in certain situations.” How many times had her brethren tried to reason with Lucifer? How many times did they plead with him to cease his nonsense and come home before he’d become too corrupt? The Morningstar wanted things his way, the way of rebellion and war and so Heaven gave it to him. 

As soon as Rylan realized the extent of her traveling abilities, he sprung into action. Their peaceful picnic was forgotten and his mind fell upon adventure. It was quite humorous how boyishly curious he could be. “Yes, I can take you anywhere with me as long as we are touching.” She said brushing her skirts as she rose from her seat. His mouth seemed to be moving a mile every second as packed all of his things 

Lailah could only stifle her laughter while marveling the blonde’s excitement. “I’ll take you to the ends of the Earth and beyond.” She said, entering his personal space. The angel’s hand slipped into his and she spared a glance over her shoulder to see if anyone was looking in their general direction. “But first…I have somewhere a little closer in mind.” With those last words they vanished, only to reappear right in front of her Richmond home. 

She pressed a healing hand to his stomach and forehead to dissipate any nausea or disorientation Rylan might experience. “This is my home.” The immortal said. “I thought you should at least know where it is, I give most the impression that I reside at my shop. But this place is almost like an extension of my, my own slice of paradise.” 

Rylan wasn’t prepared. And he was momentarily head heavy, wanting to pass out or worse keel over, but her loving hands pressed both into his stomach and head to soothe him. The feeling of warmth from the sun, mixed with light of the moon. It was a strange sensation. Nothing like the magic potions he took, or the spells they cast on his head to keep the tumor away. He wondered if maybe she incidentally rid it again. Could he tell Darius she did? Would that erase his worry over him, at least for another few months? He stayed still a moment. A stretching Cheshire grin sweeping up to great proportions as he realized she took him to her actual home. 

“All the places that hold wonder in the world, and you show me this private place of yours,” he was humbled. Cherished the passing seconds he was allowed here with a threading of his fingers with hers. “You like it up here?” he inquired. Peering out the window to notice the changed landscape. He wasn’t allowed in Richmond anymore, and it was a standing lie he near constantly had to make to his human family when visiting. The clan didn’t want him near the werewolves. Not worth it to risk a hostile situation if they scented vampire on him. His dad was up here now lumber-jacking somewhere. He sighed. 

“I haven’t been to Richmond for almost a decade now,” he moved away from enough to take in the space, walking to the door to slip out it and immediately recognized the moon flowers closed petals. “Would you look at that--” Rylan took a few steps backwards to take it all in, spinning around with a rare free feeling enveloping all of him. Was he so bound for this small moment to feel so empowering? To feel released? “It’s so beautiful here-- perfect for you. Half my family lives in Richmond, all lumberjacks and wood carvers. The Ianson’s are a fertile family-- were huge.” He chuckled. “Well I am uses tonight. What else we want to do?” 

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All in Game || Rylan & Eira

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The darkling remained skeptical. “What is glamouring?” She asked, baring her ignorance of the supernatural world even further. The simple weaver barely followed the politics of the human world she participated in, let alone those of an invisible society she was just starting to piece together. It would take a lot to convince her that anyone of any species was willing chattel to another, anyway, and from the sounds of it, even if he truly was participating in such a relationship of his own free will, his situation was unique. 

She merely shrugged at his insistence that the debt owed was owed by himself. Her comment had been mostly in jest. Anything of value she could gain from Rylan, he’d already offered it willingly: kindness, hospitality, gratitude, and a free piece of art after all. 

Her eyebrows raised, however, when he asked about her comment. It had escaped her lips involuntarily, and she’d almost instantly forgotten she’d said it aloud at all. Apart from that, it was also the first time she’d shared anything that had transpired between herself and Markus that day (who Eira still had no idea was in fact a Prince of Hell). Irrationally, her privacy felt invaded. “Nobody,” she lied calmly, looking away from him again to the bolted front door as if to make sure no one blew it up to storm the castle that was the toy shop. “It just means that… we all answer to someone.” 

“Glamouring...oh well,” he faltered slightly, not having realized he use the word since it was so easily incorporated into his vocabulary. “Vampire’s can take your will away. If they want too. It works differently, depending on the age. But it has its perks too, they can make something thats suppose to be quite painful very much the opposite.” He chuckled with a wide grin, Rylan enjoyed that side of their glamour, the lust of it all. Vampires were romantic creatures whether they admitted it or not. It was all so beautiful really, to him at least. The connection between him and his clan was unique, and he wasn’t sure he ever met anyone else who carried it less it be the other dolls in the manor. And even then-- they weren’t Darius’.

He finished the white painting, blowing gently on it with a loving care before shifting out of his seat. Pointedly not looking around the mess, and more bodies sleeping away the day without knowing they were. He prayed they wouldn’t wake up before dusk. Such a mess for his clan mates to fix again. Deacon will be besides himself in frustrations with Rylan. 

“Yes I suppose we do answer to someone,” he mused, pulling out different sizes of wooden planks to make her a frame. He was swept up in his element now, woodworking being his true trade and calling. Drawing a rod for measuring he made to cut some corner notches. “I mean, some angels and demons are in the billions of years old. I’ve heard elves can be in the trillions. Can you even imagine living that long? I don’t know. At the end of the day we only have our life to live. What ever time we have we have to do it on our terms as much as possible. To have free will is a human gift, its what stands us apart. If you have even the slightest amount of humanity-- even if you once had it. There is hope to have a choice. But once that’s gone, you allow someone to control you, to rule you. And that seems like hell to me.”

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All in Game || Rylan & Eira

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The darkling heard him but didn’t believe him. Not at first. For a long time after he finished talking, she just kept her eyes on the canvas as he made progress on the white painting, which grew richer with textures of pearl, ivory, egg shell. If everything Rylan said was true and his happy demeanor sincere, he was the oddest shade of human she’d ever met. For once, she felt more human than a human being.

Then again, Rylan was alive. He survived being eaten for eight years and had what sounded like royal-level resources and protection at his disposal. Even more than that, his life was secured by beings who stood apart from life and death. Her whole life had revolved around a tenuous survival. It was why she was raised in a foreign country, jealously guarded by her father, and now estranged from a village where she’d always been a stranger herself, working tirelessly for the security of home, hearth, and food. Rylan’s carefree warmth when she first entered the toy store… that was no act.

“But you are not free,” she blurted out with a sideways look at him. As soon as the words left her mouth, she looked away again, a distant and discomforted look in her eyes. “We can be happy, content even. But never free.” The longer she stayed in this toy store, the more of Markus’s words began to make sense. The darkling tried not to look irritated. None of this was Rylan’s fault. She wasn’t even sure he had a will anymore. “Well, he is in my debt,” she said, offering him a genial smile.

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“Freedom? Is that what you are worried about?” Rylan laughed softly, tucking a brush behind his ear. “Of anything I have-- I am quite free. Darius asked me if I wanted to be with his family, with him. He could have just snatched me right off the streets and glamoured me into submission. But it took me eight months to decide, to realize that I could be something more than just a toy maker.” It was complicated. Rylan understood that profoundly, but he also knew it was painfully simple when he was so incredibly loving. He cherished the life he was allowed to have because of Darius and the Union.

“I do a lot of good for my family. They would deny it of course, I am just a human among the ‘superior’, most think nothing less then feeding me dry. But they won’t. Darius gave me the power there, he gave me the upper hand when he didn’t have too. I have a choice-- I have a voice with him. There isn’t anything done against my will, and when there is he’s there to handle it because he swore too.” Rylan shrugged lightly, knowing the reasons why he it was so hard to explain his life was because most likely no one would believe him. He wasn’t sure if Emery even understood how much freedom he had with the Union. That if he had just asked-- 

“No-- don’t say that,” Rylan said with a small nervous laugh while his fingers lingered over the branded scar on his neck, and more on the hardened shell of his first punctured scars possessively. He wasn’t entirely sure Darius would think such a thing, as if would be more on Rylan than anything to awe a debt in his own shop. “I mean, it would be on me-- not him really, please....” Rylan was certain Darius would peak in his head regardless and see what and who she was at least by face, replay the memories of the night to better know the nights events. Rylan didn’t think it a good idea she be here when they showed up if he honest. 

“Who told you that?” He inquired about her freedom statement. “What does that mean to you? Life isn’t an illusion. Not even to the supernatural kind, well phantoms maybe-- poor things slip into limbo without meaning too...”

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Hands Down || Rylan & Roman

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“Please tell me you don’t plan on wasting any of my time” Roman muttered. he wasn’t familiar enough with Rylan’s mood to know he was acting a little unusually. Besides, Roman tried to pay such little attention to humanity these days that he thought this was normal human  behavior. To be so easily distracted and somewhat distant. Roman looked around the area, uncomfortable that it was still so bustling with humans. He didn’t like being around a lot of humans for an extended period of time and wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. “So a cart with a sunflower on it. Great, exactly what I want to look at while trying to search a humans brain for any images of the thieves.” he muttered, hearing Deacon chuckle in his head.

/Get out of my head, ass He sneered. Deacon rarely spoke out loud but it would never make Roman hate him in his head anymore. Deacon knew Roman hated it too, it was how they managed to balance each other out. Roman knew Deacon was mentally stronger than him, but he was also not afraid to hurt his brother just a little if he needed the reminder. Seriously, Deacon, just use your pretty little mouth for once. he teased, elbowing the vampire with an audible chuckle, watching Rylan for a minute.

THen he turned, looking for the cart the human had described, glaring at the mass of poor humans. Why couldn’t’ he have lost something in the goddamn royal palace or something? he thought mostly to himself, but once again heard the other vampire’s chuckle in between his ears. “Hey. Rylan. Tell your pet to be nice.” he chuckled, pointing to Deacon as he got the human’s attention.

Rylan blushed fiercely at the comment, actually having to press his palm to the back of his neck to keep the fevered skin from running rampant. Deacon was not his pet, and he shared a look with his friend to be sure he hadn’t thought he ever would say such a thing. That Roman was starting shit again. Deacon seemed unphased, and soothing glamour kissed his conscious to slow down the frantic beat of his heart at the bold statement in the crowds of people. 

Just ignore him.

Roman was always hard for Rylan to understand, but the fact he seemed to be mildly enjoying a hunt of sorts, the toy maker hoped they would find his things quickly so he could make it to the docks. While Roman was looking for the cart and the man who was with it, Rylan’s gaze drifted to a door. Staring with a subtle worry of his lip that he was sure he had seen it before. These types of moments have been happening often lately, ever since the demon had slipped into his dreams he’s been remembering random things to the point he was certain he had been glamoured. Rylan still hadn’t told Darius yet, mostly because he was frightened of how old it was. He knew it would be a huge ordeal, that his master would break it down to find out just who cast it, and why it was there. Rylan was certain he could break it himself, and he wanted to try first before he went to Darius. Not ever wanting to keep things from him again was a priority, even more with this second chance to his trust.  

“Roman--” he pointed suddenly to a cloaked figure who froze near the cart, his eyes wide when he caught Rylan’s face, and in a split second thought took off running. “That’s not the cart owner--” Rylan ran after him knowing the pair of vampires would be able to catch the human much more quicker than him, he still bolted down the alleyway to help or at least to see if he was who they were looking for.

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Rylan & His Constant Concern for Others

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My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, which ever you prefer.

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Hands Down || Rylan & Roman

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Roman couldn’t believe he had decided to come on this trip with Rylan all over some silly stolen merchandise. The young man surely could make another toy for the princess if he was as good of a toymaker as everyone said. And if this was truly all about the fact of the matter then he had no argument. Sure, getting something stolen wasn’t pleasant but in their world there were different morals. To a vampire with a beast like Roman, he couldn’t find himself too upset that some weak human had stolen another weak human’s property. But he didn’t want to make anyone angry, doing that enough already, so he kept his mouth shut and his fangs to himself, although being in such close quarters with the human was a test of his self control.

It was a good thing Deacon was there because if he hadn’t been the odds of Rylan coming out of this without serious injury were slim to none. Sure, Roman had gotten stronger, that couldn’t be denied. But he could still only withstand so much before his beast began to get louder and louder. When Rylan mentioned nobility Roman did indeed laugh. “Noble? What would you know about being noble? You’re a toymaker, brother, not a prince. Use that pitiful etiquette for something better. If Darius expects you to-” he cut himself off, realizing he was about to get out of hand.

“My point is that doing the ‘right’ thing will become less and less important in your life, Rylan. You aren’t pitiful to try to be righteous, but you are incredibly human for acting like this. ” Roman grabbed the scarf, taking in the scent deeply before handing it over to Deacon. “It can’t be that hard to track them down. It’ll be a meal for Deacon and I and a dolly for you and then a happy little spoiled brat somewhere along the line.” he couldn’t help but chuckle a little at himself, adjusting his shirt. “But, we don’t have all the time in the world before the sun comes up once again. It’s for everyone’s benefit that I, at least, eat before the morning. Whether it’s your thieves or not. Now a good place to start would be the port where the items are stolen, yes? Do you have anything we could use to find the merchant? Locating him could lead to the thieves, I suppose. That is, if they’re still in Wayward. If they aren’t, you’re fucked.” he chuckled once more, roughing up the human’s hair.

Rylan had been lying only just a hair. Maybe he had been a tad cooped up in London, dealing with being sick that neither vampire before him knew about. Well Deacon didn’t anymore because Darius ripped it from his conscious. Rylan lowered his eyes a little in shame that he was still playing games, toying with people who he shouldn’t be doing that too. Rylan actually didn’t care about the princess, didn’t care about anything other than seeing the ocean again. Smelling wares from Athoria, thinking about the life he had left. 

“You make it seem so simple Roman, I knew there was a reason to drag you out for a little fun near the ocean. It’s a beautiful night, and Wayward is full of people unwilling to fill your bellies. I’d like no part of that though--” he grinned at Deacon, wondering if his friend would partake with Roman or savor some time with him later. Rylan wouldn’t care either way, he had a few places to see. He moved in familiar steps down the sloped hill right into the streets of Wayward. The stones both under his feet and erect on the walls caked in salty grime. People crowded around doors, smoking something sweet. Rylan wondered what it was, and if he could bring some back home with him. 

“The merchant has a bright blue cart, with a yellow sunflower on the back. Shouldn’t be too hard to find, I am certain he is still here if you think it best to find him first,” Rylan said distractedly, walking in a slow pace. Savoring every scent, every noise as nightlife in Wayward blew up around them. The poor knew how to party, and Rylan could feel it resonate with his soul enough he almost forgot why he got his two companions to come with him. 

You’re distracted; what are you up too.

“There it is--” he said after a while, offering only a light shrug to Deacon in response. 

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Hands Down || Rylan & Roman

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Roman looked at the young man as he spoke, then looked out at the forest that was his concern. “Of course I wondered. And I wandered. Finding yourself in those trees is a death sentence. It’s a death sentence for your kind and mine. There are things other than wolves, yes. But the wolves is what you must be concerned about, Rylan. ” he moved his hand to his shoulder, holding it as if it had been wounded, remembering the time he’d dared to find himself in the Forest of Dean. He was a young and stupid vampire, and a young and fearless one. Of course, he found pride that he’d lived to tell the tale, and of course he wouldn’t put it past himself to go into the forest again, but remembering what he had fought was still not pleasant.

“Those wolves are different than what you think, Rylan. They’re different than what I initially thought. They’re freaks of nature. Almost even moreso than Deacon and myself. ” he looked at his kin, knowing he was one of the few who knew about Roman’s past ventures into the Forest of Dean. “They are beasts that are a match for even me in combat. They protect what is theres and they obey their master. It’s like the union but… to a whole different level. They’re animals, Rylan. Remember that. We are animalistic, but they are animals, beasts, mammoths, monsters. If you think I’m a nightmare, you don’t want see them. They're…..they're…..” he caught himself, realizing he had curled in on himself, his fear showing.

Roman was afraid of few things, it was true. He was afraid of fire and he was afraid of the wolves in the Forest of Dean. Other than the wrath of Darius, there wasn’t much else for him to be afraid of. The vampire looked at Rylan, then to Deacon once more. Then he forced his posture to return back to normal. “I know you won’t, Rylan, because you are obedient and smarter than I am at times. But please never go in there. You’re much too marked by us for that. Even if they respect us as a union, don’t for a second think they wouldn’t take advantage of you.” he looked out the window at the forest once more, before darting his eyes to his lap, desperate to change the subject and hopeful that the stubborn human would let him. “so what’s the deal with this trip anyway? Is all you need the little trinket for some princess someone stole?”

Rylan was absolutely positive he wouldn't ever step foot in the Forest of Dean. Not only because of the danger, but because it went against the Kings laws as well. People could lose their head for entering those borders or even seen chopping down a tree. His gaze was steady on the woods, watching with interest to the passing trees. Curious to know more stories about what was in there. Imagining magical things, a wolf so large it could reach the canopy of trees. He shivered. What ever it was, was incredibly important.

Waiting for when the shifted into a sloped bend signally that Wayward was near came with relief. He pushed out of the carriage.

"Well, that is part of it. But I have never had my things stolen before after they ship in from Athoria. The man who brings my wares to London is always on time, and he was-- but he seemed pretty frightened when he didn't have my stuff. I don't like him being bullied Roman. He helps bring things for the Union too, not that he knows this--" Rylan sighed, scratching his hair to brush it from is hazel eyes while the enriched scents of the ocean attacked every breath.

"Would you laugh at me if I said it's a noble thing to do?" His smile was explosive in teasing towards Roman, hoping to remove the melancholy mood that so easy swept the vampire. Rylan didn't need two brooding vampires with him tonight. He nudged Deacon in passing, his shoulder lightly colliding with his offering a mischievious gaze before pulling out a small scarf.

"He said they used this to choke him off his carriage, should have their scent right?" He held it out for Roman. "Free lackluster meal if you don't want to play hero--" he grinned beautifully in the moonlight.

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All in Game || Rylan & Eira

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Eira exhaled through her nose and felt her body relax. So long as he let her take care of him, she could put off contending with herself (not to mention Saffron, who was not going to stay put alone in an inn for long). While Rylan settled back into his art station, the darkling gathered up the snow and slush that remained and added it to her ice sculpture, finding comfort in adding superficial improvements to it despite how absolutely little it mattered.

She only stopped and looked over her shoulder at him when he thanked her. She didn’t know what to say, so she just listened. Her gaze traveled from his hands as he painted to the various children strewn on the ground all around them. They were safer than they knew, passed out and none the wiser to the danger they were just in. They would never know they were saved, much less saved by a bogeyman and a man that knew their secrets.

“No, I do not know him,” she responded. She turned from her sculpture and moved to Rylan’s side watch him work. “I do not believe I know any vampires - that I know of… But tell me: how do you know? If our worlds are not meant to mesh, why are you… meshing?” There were even more questions in her heart, but something told her Rylan wasn’t the person to ask. She was sure of one person who would most likely have all the answers, and he was the last one she ever wanted to see again. He was one of the power hungry extremists the toy-maker was talking about.

Rylan still found it incredible when someone didn’t know Darius Markham. It was silly really in the grand scheme, even when Eira wasn’t from England. Rylan just always assumed supernaturals took the time to know all those in power. Just like Rylan knew of King Athor, and other Kingdoms-- Lords, and Dukes of his human world were an important role to his growing up in the Ianson house.

“Any? Wow,” he smiled, a blush kissing to warm all of his skin at her next inquiry. Knowing he shouldn’t speak of such things was a thought, and he prayed Darius wouldn’t be angry with him for stating it. But he felt she earned his trust with protecting him and the kids. 

“I am an incredibly rare sort of human-- I am what you would call a blood doll. The blood in my veins is highly intoxicating to their species. When I say I am his, I mean that literally-- he owns me. All of me, my body, my future, my life. Most dolls are drained and savored in one helping because we can make the most controlled vampires slip into a lust,” he peered up, offering a smile that he was being quite honest, and even more wasn’t put off by what he was saying. “I have offered my blood for almost eight years now. He protects me, no one can touch me unless he says so. And in England, he is one of the most powerful vampires on the lands. I live a good life because he for whatever reason cares about me beyond the blood in my veins. He will fix this--” 

He glanced down to work on the painting, not wanting to see anymore magic, or the reality of the situation. Wishing his master was here now, sweeping the guards in to clean up another mess of Rylan made him disappointed in blame on himself. “He always fixes these things--”

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Garden Party - Lailah & Rylan

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“Rylan.” She warned, for an instant, the calm in her demeanor turned into steel. Lailah sounded more like a scolding mother than a friend. “I mean it, demons are nothing to be taken lightly.” Sometime she’d forgotten how naive humans could be, their folly often the source of their undoing. If Rylan wasn’t careful, he’d end up the same way. 

“Well, then that makes you very wise. Often times, people make the mistake of thinking us all to be like the little cherubs with their rosy cheeks. But my kind represent all aspects of God, from his mercy to his wrath.” She smiled, flattered that he found it odd to picture her as more stern than gentle. Some of her kin actually feared her, because of her black wings. They knew what they meant, that she was forged with a sliver of Darkness and the dark bred corruption. 

“I understand why you don’t. There are many people like you who have knowledge of the supernatural, but most I’ve met tend to spend their time hunting them.” Lailah wondered about what other species he may have known, but he bombarded her with more questions. “No, my wings do not materialize here, though I wish they did. But I can fly and instantly travel to any location that I have seen or been to. So I suppose you can say it works both ways.” Rylan leaned in to steal a kiss, making her heart flutter. “Of course you can so there will be no mourning for you.” 

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“Oh--” he said horrified to the hunting part. The Union took care of the rogue vampires who wandered into London to start trouble. It wasn’t allowed, and their rules and impact were known enough that Rylan had never had a problem living there even with his status. “That isn’t quite necessary, there is order here in England. The humans should just stay out of it. I don’t understand violence sometimes-- there are always better options. I feel as if people just sat down and actually talked more would get done in the world.” Rylan blushed at his declaration, allowing a curled grin listening to her explain her wings. A boyish excitement blew up to consume his features in unfiltered need almost instantly.

“Well then lets go!” he said excitedly, pulling away from her soft lips to start tossing various things haphazardly into his basket. He blew quickly on the painting, waving it into the breeze to let it dry as he stood up to pack everything. 

“I know we just arrived, but-- you can take me right? By your side? Anywhere you’ve been? Like China! or Africa! I’d love to see a live lion, I paint them--” He asked with only a hint of disappointment if it was true she couldn’t. Rylan remembered the first time Darius grabbed him right off the streets in London. The impact of his body, and grip. How he had no choice but to be wisked away to the manor in what felt like seconds. It had been an unexplainable rush, something that pulled warm in his gut, and nearly made him passout because his human head couldn’t keep up with it. He had keeled over praying not to be sick much to Darius’ amusement. But it was so incredible. And he couldn’t imagine flying at such speeds.

He finished packing, “can you? If you could take me anywhere where would take me?”

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Beneath Our Feet | Rylan & Val

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Valafar sat like a statue inside the carriage. It was a small space, barely room enough for two grown adults to sit comfortably inside. It was constricting and he was not used to being so confined; his quarters in the castle were quite large and the freedom of being a lion in hell had its own perks, especially in Limbo where the plains were long and large. He had traveled by carriage before but always alone, never with company so close to him that they were touching. Part of him thought about sitting with the driver to enjoy the breeze as they rode to their destination. However, he remained where he was, his hands on his knees staring at the wall in front of him.

“You may call me Valafar now,” the demon said. The human name was for show and allotted to those that did not know of his truer form. Rylan, however, did not fall into that category any longer. He had shared with the man his true nature, and briefly told him of his existence in worlds outside of this one. Rylan was a prying thing, always asking questions and expecting hasty answers, and Valafar figured if he gave the man his information then he would leave him alone. It worked, for a small amount of time, until being summoned for a larger and more important task. 

Valafar was not unfamiliar with being invited on journeys. Just recently had he traveled with the crazed pirate, Takeshi Bin, to destroy an island for the King. And now, this task, whatever it may be. It had been an interesting year; a long and arduous year of meaningless things to do that did not revolve around his ultimate purpose. Was Jezebeth playing games with him? Did he wish his brother to stay afloat on this earth for the rest of eternity? If so, why not give him a place in the castle, a permanent reason to stay? Valafar itched with a need to be released of his summoning. He missed the pits of Hell and his creator, Lucifer. He missed the realm of Limbo and the souls between his teeth.

“You will sleep when you tell me what it is you need from me,”

[rylan-ianson-blog]

Valafar was a strange name but Rylan didn’t comment on it like he wanted, instead placing it to memory so he wouldn’t insult the demon with calling him the wrong name. He liked Pete though, it was a plain name but somehow it fit the stiff looking man. Rylan felt guilty for trusting the demon over others. Lailah would be furious he was still working with Valafar at all, stating quite clearly they were always out to harm them. Maybe the demon was. But maybe there was something Rylan could provide that others didn’t take the time to give. Naive was a good look on the blood doll when demonic spawns sucked on his neck everyday. 

“Yes sir, no problem,” he said quickly, “I thought you would be more familliar with what I went through, and didn’t want to stir worry with my caretakers if it ends up being nothing. Not that I want to waste your time, I can pay you-- or owe you a favor or something sir.” He flushed vibrantly at his quick ramble, not wanting to seemm ungrateful when he really was. “I was trapped in a dream, and it was wrong. I think. I am not sure, but I believe there was another present there. Like a demon. Is that possible? I saw things I remember but can’t, like I was glamoured... but I could be wrong. It was such a blur I don’t know what was true and what was just someone hurting me.”

He shivered. Picking at his nails. “I was hoping you could help me unearth some land near the lake outside Nottingham. I believe we will find something, and I fear people seeing us. I hope you could make the digging faster since you seem quite capable of moving it. If I am wrong we can right it before anyone arrives out there. If you would kindly Valafar?”

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All in Game || Rylan & Eira

[aaliyahtenney-blog]

After listening to his explanation, Eira looked all the more confused and worried. Her questioning gaze grew severe, not at Rylan but at the conclusions she couldn’t help but jump to… If his “family” protected London for the King, did that make them the knights of the land? If so, why didn’t Rylan just put it that way? Was his Master, who he called a powerful being, counted among his family? Were they all supernaturals? Was the King keeping the existence of such beings from his subjects to keep the peace? 

And in Athoria… did her king also harbor and work with beings like herself? Her head spun as she considered the yellow-haired toymaker hugging his knees beside her. He was rapidly becoming a new person in her eyes. Whereas before he was just a gregarious shop-owner who loved children, he was now another window into the secret world she was born into. Of all people, a random man she happened on in London. 

But what was this about “belonging” to someone? Did supernaturals keep human slaves?

She didn’t follow him until he brought up the painting again. Then she did touch him, holding his arm with just enough force to grab his attention but not harm him. “No,” she insisted. “The painting is in the center of the ice. And you cannot sleep lest more of those women return for the children. They must have ways of getting inside other than using the front door.” That and the witches’ magics caused her pain, but she wasn’t going to spell that out to him. After a moment she added, “I need to leave well before nightfall, but I can guard you while you restart my painting…” Somehow she managed to smile at him.

[rylan-ianson-blog]

Rylan calmed down a hair. He needed leadership and direction or he panicked irrationally. He nodded lightly, lowering his eyes to move back towards the table, stepping through the snow, and slush to rest back into his chair. Rylan looked around the space once more-- the sleeping bodies, the obvious magic. He hoped the door remained locked and that everyone left the toy shop alone until nightfall. He pulled a canvas over, grabbing the white paint from under the station and started repainting her picture among the wreckage.

“Thank you for staying with me,” he said quietly, knowing there was a real possibility that he should be horribly frightened of Eira but he couldn’t find to be right now. “I’m more scared than I realized-- I am sorry I didn’t reveal I knew of the supernatural world. I wasn’t being dishonest with you when you first walked in, but its for the best to keep those things secret. Those worlds aren’t meant to mesh together, it brings war, and power hungry individuals with extreme ideas of what is right on this planet.”

He peered up, never one to talk about such things but felt he owed her in some sense for helping him. “My master, is Darius Markham. Do you know him?” He asked with a quiet smile, “the Markham’s are an ancient vampire family, stemming a few generations from an original line in their demon ancestors-- well I think so anyway. It’s not proven or anything. The Queen of Vampires in Athoria is Collette Markham if you didn’t know. They look after their kindred, keep order with rules to maintain their secrecy. It’s really important-- probably the most important thing they do.” 

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Hands Down || Rylan&Roman

[romandehayesworth]

Roman would be hard pressed to find a better night to hunt. The weather was absolutely beautiful, drawing people out of their houses even in the late hours. This would not be so much of a hunt, but a shopping trip. He had a large selection of prey to chose from and his mind was reeling with all the possibilities. He could interrupt a young couple at the end of some romantic date, or find some lost lonely soul and end their misery.The possibilities were nearly endless. He hated that summer nights were short, but he loved what they could do to the humans. Joyful little sheep running around all ready to be slaughtered. It was heaven for a predator like him. It was also dangerous, making him that much easier to witness, but Roman wasn’t one for worrying about what poor little humans could try to do to him.

Fangs out and dark smile glistening, he was making his way out of the manor. That was, until he heard an all too familiar voice scream out his name. He’d gotten more used to having his scent around, but he liked to keep his distance. He thought that was an understanding between the two, but clearly it wasn’t when he felt the human close to him. He took a safe step back, looking at the winded human. He allowed the  young man to speak, listening to his hurried words. When Rylan finished he looked at him, then over to Deacon against the far wall, then back to Rylan. Sure, he’d miss out on his exciting hunting trip, but he could annoy the hell out of Deacon on the way without the other vampire being able to leave him.

With a cocky yet devilish smirk, he winked at Deacon and looked back down at the human. “of course I’ll come, In fact, it’d be my pleasure. Not like I had anything else planned for the night.” He rolled his eyes, immediately rushing to the door to give him senses a quick break from the human before they left. Though he’d gained some self control, it was probably still a very good thing that Deacon was tagging along. As much as the vampire loved to mess with his brother, he also knew how to keep him in check when it was necessary. That’s what kept them from killing each other. “Come on, sun will be up before the time you two get down here!” he called playfully, in a surprisingly good mood despite his hunt getting postponed.

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Rylan’s smile was explosive, a gratefulness congesting the space that Roman of all people was actually coming to help him out over a silly shipment. He was certain Deacon and him could handle it, but now he felt really safe walking into Wayward. After all the strange attacks lately he’s wanted to be extra careful, and has even taken to staying in the manor during the day. Sneaking into Darius’ room when he could be allowed, and always having a member companion near his side, human or not. 

Seeing Roman’s playful smile was for once enticing to get moving, and he sprinted down the hall like a younger boy. Deacon walking calmly behind him as he turned to grab his wrist and tug the unmoving along. His best friend allowed the movement with his long hair half blocking his face in his ever brooding aura, but Rylan could see his smile in dealing with Rylan’s bright moods. 

The carriage ride put them to Awre for one night, and Rylan stayed by their sides sleeping away the day only rising to grab food minutes before they awoke. He loved Awre. Rylan visiting the place often with Rosabel when she desired a companion. The doll was antsier in the his part of the ride though, the Forest of Dean rising along the north side of the road. It was frightening. A resting fog catching along the edges of the border, thin, tall evergreens towering to almost block the sun. But the noises. It seemed to radiate with magics, with presence though lack there of to ward him from ever wanting to enter.

“That forest--” Rylan peered out the window, hazel eyes wide, heart pounding slightly more with a rush of nerves. “I wonder why the King wants it protected.” He mused. “What’s in there other than the wolves...have you ever wondered Roman?”

[rylan-ianson-blog]

SafeHaven -

Rylan didn't feel well today. He didn't talk about it, not bringing it up with others. Not even visiting the witch to see if she could just numb the cancerous pressure giving him a pounding headache behind his eye. It was days like today that he felt the most guilt oddly enough. Thinking about Darius' affronting words the night in the garden, about how he was attempting to live like them though still very much human. He had brushed the words off in his denial. But as those months passed Rylan was starting to wonder why he was so terribly special to the man beyond substance. He felt he couldn't be a creature of the night, a vampire whose greed resided in the consumption of a necessary life force to survive. Rylan felt his place resided in giving, and the thought of being on the other end of need frightened him. Rylan understood that what they were shouldn't exist. They were for lack of a better word were monstrosities. The undead.

"You have always been dying--"

Darius had said that so simply. A harsh tone aimed at getting through his stubborn head without glamorous intent. Rylan might have known that all too well. Never stopping once to consider his death. What it would be like. Why it would happen. The events around such a permanent ending. But he was being forced upon thinking on the moment. Unsure if his lack of courage resided in the actual act, or in that he believed entirely he wouldn't make it through it. A part of him wanted a peaceful ending. A final exhale. A loving hand in his. To die with Darius' blood meant feeling death, but very much remaining alive. To be with him and his family for however long that second life contained.

He moved easily into the space, a tentative creak of the door as he peered into the large spacious room. Rylan didn't see Darius, and was unsure of his duties tonight. Where he might be, or whom he was speaking too. A ball of anxiety tightened under his chest at that. Wanting him selfishly in the room, to just talk to him. Look at him so he could feel anything but what he was now. Rylan glanced back out at the few guards on his masters room who weren't paying him any mind. He was allowed in here, he just didn't want to be alone. Sighing quietly before he stepped through the room and closed the door with a soft click. He left his back there a moment. Gaze taking in the entirety of the space. Able to map the expanse of history of Darius Markham with one sweep of his eyes. All the trinkets, weapons, paintings. His hobbies, and tomes Rylan knew were littered with poems, and short writings no one else enjoyed but a very select few.

He could humor him hunched over his desk. Scripting away some idea or lines of words about how the leaves cascaded to the ground, or the earth shifted to form mountains. The fireplace mantle held the iron branding tool now sheered into his skin, Darius sitting with him on the floor of all places. Talking to him about the real dangers of what he was signing up for. Giving him one final chance to walk away with forgetting all he knew and saw within the manor. Rylan couldn't imagine what his life would have been like had he said no. Unsure if they would have taken him anyway. Or if he would have eventually been taken by some rogue vampire and drained in some alleyway without his protection.

Darius allowed the human doll to see countless sides of himself. More than most in the Union. An entrance way to better see him beyond the Dynast, a trust that Rylan wouldn't use it against him or over step his boundaries. Rylan would deny it only because he was throughly embarrassed by it. But he loved him entirely. It was a connected feeling he's never felt before. Something irreplaceable and unique to them. Profoundly tethered into the very make up of his soul that was why even now he felt such a guilt over his decisions because he didn't want to let him down. Rylan wasn't sure he could ever live up to what Darius wanted from him, the pressure was indescribable. How he yearned for time. More time to gain some courage. More time to say goodbye.

He slipped into the space, familiar steps leading to his favorite bookshelf. Fingers quickly running across the spines until he found the book he was looking for. He slid it from his position with care, a nostalgia feeling sweeping his mood into a quiet place while he pressed his nose right into the binding. Breathing in the aging parchment with a reminding flicker of memory to the last time he read it. The first book Darius ever let him have. He walked over to one of the large, plush chairs. Folding his long legs against himself easily into soft leather, tugging a blanket over.

He opened it. Flipping through to the page he last left, the beautiful script of Darius documenting on the building of London in the most early of stages. Right when the Castle was rising for the new Kingdom, and London's Union was barely a thought. Over a thousand years. The writing was older English, always harder for him to understand. But he knew the book inside out. Knew every word. And there he sat, tucked in a spot Darius could always suspect him in, not needing or wanting anything more but being surrounded in the lingering presence of his leader no matter his absence. He understood he had other duties than keeping his doll pacified. Rylan cherished feeling safe from everything, at least for now. And it was only here he ever truly felt it.