closed starter for @princemordecai location: the lab where valerius was hahahahahaha note: uwu but make it sad
It felt like all he could hear was Valerius' voice in his head. From the moment he had stepped foot in that dreaded place, it had been consistent. Agron had always been reckless. He had placed his hands within that skull without a second thought because it was what was needed. Everything he ever did was because he thought it was necessary. How often was he putting his life on the line because it was something he thought he needed to do? That was why he was the Queensguard. He didn't mind dying if it meant he was protecting someone. But doing what he did that day felt like it had so much of a lasting impact on him that he couldn't shake it.
Valerius had escaped. Valerius was in his head. The vampire was his sire and, unfortunately for Agron, he had no choice but to feel indebted to the man he had once looked up to as a father. Maybe he still did to an extent. He couldn't quit thinking about how he was lucky. Akanis hadn't been as fortunate. He'd failed at protecting his fellow Queensguard. He would fail as a Queensguard. He would fail at being a mentor. He would fail at being a husband. He would just...fail. That was what he would have to come to terms with. What he couldn't figure out was if that was his own thoughts or Valerius in his mind hoping to get a grasp on him. Was Valerius the only person he could depend on?
How he had gotten to this lab was a blur to him. Valerius had been right there just a few weeks ago. Agron had seen him. He hadn't spoken to him, but he had seen him. Sword dragging behind him, he stopped in the middle of the room. 'Come to me, my Red Knight.'
There it was again. Maybe he was just hearing it now or maybe it was actually the vampire in his head. Either way, he wanted it gone. If he could find Valerius himself, then this would go away. He wasn't sure when he had closed his eyes, but he blinked them open and looked around. "You want me to find you. You..." He wiped at his eyes, blood staining his fingers. It was a sight he was all too familiar with. So much for being the hero that Leander had said people would call him. How could he ever be that when he didn't trust himself?
"Leander." He whispered the name as if it was some sort of prayer that would save him right now, but all he really wanted was for the man to find him. There needed to be a different voice in his head right now and he only hoped it was the one he needed the most.