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[silversoulcreations]

Admiral's Orders.

My Dearest Brother, Some might call me on this for my own damned self, but you have been cooped up in your home for far too long. Lytharos is all but a man, You are alone. You are miserable. I know what it is you seek, but if you do not actually get OUT, You will never find it. I cannot watch you waste away any to nothing. Your happiness is important to me.

Thus, I have made arrangements for you to attend several functions, the first of which is an informal event this Friday, where you will put that lovely singing voice we were both graced with to the proof. The second, a party late Saturday evening. Do not ask questions, I have included an outfit for you to wear to the latter. Please, I beg you, Try to have some fun for once. It won’t kill you, and I don’t want you to end up like me. Go. Live. That’s an Order. With deepest Sincerity, Your Brother, Admiral Jarethius Nialo

Jaredian blinked, reading over the letter again, before glancing towards the bed to find a wrapped parcel awaited. Swallowing hard, he silently cursed his brother's meddling. Jarethius had always been the outgoing one, the one who had seen the world, who had experienced it's joys and sorrows, who had, as he said, -lived-. Carefully he moved to the parcel, poking at it with his cane, first, before slowly unraveling the parchment, only to let out a soft gasp, and close it again. "Damnit Jareth... Egotistical, self serving... molted mangy mutt of a-..." He trailed off, his head bowed, shaking it slightly. He -meant- well, of course, but to make it a bloody -order?- What was he going to do, Shoot him?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As it turns out, he very well might have attempted to shoot him... At the very least, when he went to complain, Friday morning, Jarethius very well -did- point his pistol at his brother, re-iterating in that fake but oh so often used pirate accent just how much he meant his words. So he went. He attended the little get together from one of the performer's guilds. He stood on the stage, and he sang. He crooned and purred in velvet tones from the heart. He even found friends old and new amongst the crowd... One obstacle down. Not that he would have considered it an obstacle after the fact, despite his nerves. He'd enjoyed himself, tremendously, but... Staring at the outfit sitting across the room from himself, his mismatched eyes of blue and green simply stared, one part terrified, one part excited for what was to come.

Could he really do this?