#convo:hadrian

[arranmordecai]

Born Again {Flashback: 1236} || Hadrian & Arran

@hadrianmordecai

Two days. Longer still... Arran had lost the faculty to properly tell lengths of time; all he could focus on was enduring this worst pain imaginable and pain beyond that. He way laying on a bed in a pitch black room (the faintest of light only burned his eyes and made the skull splitting headaches spear harder) and moaning pathetically as he frailly turned from side to side, heaving at times when the nausea became too much, though he’d yet to be sick.   

His tongue was thick in his mouth and twitchy fingers grabbed and pulled at sweat-soiled bed sheets. Why was he doing this? What had he done wrong? Was it a punishment from God? He couldn’t recall, all he knew was pain and suffering in darkness. He rolled again, the bedsheets too scratchy for his back, everything hurt his skin so he wore only his underwear but it felt as though the air around him was a filled with phantom blades nicking him every second. 

The door opened and his moans grew louder, the fraction of light let in shooting though his brain like an arrowhead; a weak hand rose to cradle his temple while his laboured breathing stuttered for moment. Who was this? He couldn’t see...

“F-father? Mother?” his hoarse voice weakly called, they’d never had time for him before, were they here now since death was close? It felt as such to his delirious mind. 

[arranmordecai]

Setting The Board || Arran & Hadrian

@hadrianmordecai

The floors of the estate clicked under his shoes as Arran made his way unhurried through the halls. He knew where he was going and the idea of ‘hurrying’ was uncommon for their kind. Time had very little meaning and since threats weren’t imminent he could flick his gaze to the many windows he passed and examine the snow-covered grounds. He’d always liked snow, even back when the cold had damped its impact; to this day its beauty was still unquestioned in his mind. 

Reluctantly, he turned his gaze from the enchanting landscape and knocked twice on an office door before walking inside. “Thought I’d find you brooding in here.” he said wryly, no need for little facades when it was just the two of them, sons should keep no secrets from their fathers, and made his way over to the drinks cabinet in the corner.

He poured each of them a generous helping of the finest whiskey into crystal tumblers and walked back to the desk where Hadrian sat. He set the drink down and reclined in a chair, taking a sip before speaking.

“As though the human wasn’t enough the witches will be on a hunt now.” he said dryly, “It won’t be long until they’re pointing fingers and that could lead to some very nasty business.” he paused a moment, “Luckily for us I think only a fool would be so stupid as to dare accuse us outright. But then fools abound in wolves, witches and humans.” he finished dryly, “What’ve you been thinking?”