#aboutdariusmeta

[bastardsunlight]

"Oh dear... Sir Darius, where did you get that scar across your torso?" June asked, genuine concern in her voice.

“Hm?” The soldier grunted roughly, tugging his shirt on for propriety’s sake and smoothing it swiftly. “I wish I had a better story to tell than childhood mishap, but it was Draven’s doing—he wasn’t always so skilled with his blades.”

The laughter was rough, gravelly, and unpleasant, but genuine. Darius was clearly very fond of his brother.

[bastardsunlight]

It's a small box, left on Darius' bedside table, a note on the top, and no sign of anyone having entered the room.

'Happy Crystal Rose Celebration.

Know you aren't a sweet man, so I bought some other exotic treats.'

-Talon

The biggest mystery is how the assassin had gotten in and out of the heavily-guarded barracks, past every guard, and into the commander’s windowless quarters. Darius wonders if he should remove some of them, elevate others, shuffle his command structure. But no, Talon Du Couteau is just thatgood. It is part of the reason the gruff soldier has come to appreciate him… maybe even to love him, if such a man is capable.

He doesappreciate the consideration. Sweets have never caught his fancy, but whatever is in the box is sure to eclipse anything sugary. Talon, for all his strangeness, has excellent taste.

“There’s really only one treat Iwant,” he grunts to himself, standing and going about his morning business. Darius wonders if Talon will be offering that.