Following through with the rotated daily routine for himself with Suramar City itself, Beaureve had come to pick up his post to arrange his client appointments in a timely fashion. The beginning of this week he would also be making a trip to his bank to sort his very specific accounts. This was all after hours of his morning training in an array of different focuses. For those that thought that an entertainer's life was all glamor and fame, they were sincerely mistaken. It required hard work and determination, as well as a talent for managing the monetary if you intended to make it a career. All things this young man possessed and more.
Years had passed since Suramar had opened up to the world, and for opportunists such as Beaureve their business endeavors exploded with possibility. So much so, that the entertainer had aspirations to leave other aspects of life behind to focus on his grand show performing. It was a process, but he would be making his years of planning for it a reality.
Exiting the building with his full satchel of requests for services in his known fields of business, he is reading over his pointed notes and charting the path in his head on how he was going to get to other destinations efficiently. Three were optimal. As he turned in the direction of his choice for the day, Beaureve was expecting a rather uneventful day. His favorite sort was when everything went to plan.
Unfortunately for the entertainer, it was not long before he felt he was being followed. The irritation that ran through him had his face twitch, passing a slow glare over his shoulder to see whom it could be. Beaureve had his fair share of stalkers about, from the more innocent fan sort to the leering drug addicts. And it was not as if he masked up or glamour on himself beyond recognition today, dressing more casual and hardly looking to stand out today. When he gives a peer around the area and sees nothing, he continues on his path not wanting to be bothered by what it could be. He had a schedule to keep.
However as he turned back and through the steady forest of passing people, Beaureve saw who had been following him. Across the street, the flared eyes that had their sights fixated on him had his blood turn cold. They belonged to a large Shal'dorei man with the look of an elite guard to him from one of the higher ranks Noble households within Suramar. His crest was in cloth around his shoulder, and today he was fully armored in soldier fashion. His name was Seolfaus Lumos, and he was one of the few surviving elements of the entertainer's last life. There was a deep hatred with the warrior and he looked ready to tear him apart. One would argue for valid reasons, except right now this was not a time to argue.
It was more rare for Beau to have this element of fear with most anyone, having the ability to alter minds as he did. However, this man. Seolfaus was extremely resilient against his mental attacks or manipulations, so there was reason to feel it. Already attempting to calculate the next path to get him far away, the young man knew he was in no position to meet this threat head on. Going with the flow of people in their chosen direction, Beaureve wanted to get himself lost as soon as possible! He heard the angry voice yell at him but of course he kept moving. Not faster, just smarter.
A woven word over one of the citizens and they relinquished their cloak warmly to him wishing the entertainer a good day without breaking a step. Beaureve would smile and thank and move on through the crowd, in another turn getting a different civilian to get Seolfaus to stop and help him instead! While the entertainer could not coerce the warrior's mind, he could get other unsuspecting people to take on a role for him as he tried to disappear. Right now it was a matter of self preservation, knowing if he was ever to take on this battle he needed it to be on his own terms and not caught out like this.
Seolfaus had been distracted for a couple of moments, but it was only to yell and push through. Every interaction caused him to lose his focus on him for just a short time and it helped the younger man get closer to escape. Unfortunately for Beaureve, his enemy was starting a ruckus that his own lack of reaction was making him stand out. Too focused on where he was going to be next instead of acting a part in the now. It was a small mistake, but it was one that cost him capture. The warrior quickly closed the gap in a rush to grasp at Beaureve's head from behind. Even with as agile as the entertainer was he was too slow against this man whole yanks that cloaked head of hair violently back. An instant reaction was to try to stun his mind and wrestle free, but Seolfaus only growled and gripped tighter.
"That's not going to work on me you little asshole!" he bellows as he backhands the younger man. Pain in its white surge would get Beaureve ready to go numb. Before he could even speak he had an angry mad yelling in his face. "Give back everything you took from me! NOW! Before I drag you back to the cage you belong to." Beaureve could feel himself getting shaken and he yells back. "It was never yours! It never existed! You know it's true!" he tries to reach Seolfaus this way as yelling back seemed to be the only way this lummox understood anything.
"LIAR!" was his only response as the man's eyes flared in more anger. "How DARE you say that! Give them back to me! Or I'll rip your head off!" Seolfaus's words made Beaureve close his. Such a tragedy that had befallen this warrior, and right now they were both helpless in this violent reunion that was only going to keep going in this cycle. How could he hope to reach Seolfaus with truth and reason, when he was so blinded with rage? His abilities were almost useless against this foe, and yet Beau still understood where he was coming from. He needed a plan.
Shaking the younger man in his grip again, he begins to lift him up off the ground looking ready to lay into him with some armored punches. He takes a few shots as if to soften him up in the body area but got nothing. As the warrior's arm pulls back he stops seeming to hear a voice. Turning his head slowly to the sound, the onlookers would see the violent man have his attention on nothing there. However what they could not see, was Beaureve's final attempt at an attack but in a much softer way in his mind. He just needed to get the other to listen for a few seconds.
In the warrior's head, he thought he could hear both of his mates call to him. It made Seolfaus shake to the core, and even if he could feel there being a tingle in his head it was almost as he wanted it to happen? If it meant he could see this right now...
Lowering the battered man, Seolfaus was entranced by what he thought he saw in those moments. Beaureve watches as best as he could and continues this mental invasion waiting for the right moment. He didn't want to do it this way. To give the warrior a reunion with the people that he loved....with the people that didn't even exist. But the chances of his survival this way were higher. As Seolfaus seems to be lost in emotion, accepting more and more that what he saw had to be real, he releases the young man and moves in to embrace people that the thought were truly there.
Beaureve could feel the ache as he let the man in the street just sob and sink down with happiness carrying on a beautiful conversation with loved ones in his head. Turning to run and disappear as quickly as he could, there would be an echo of anguish when he relinquished his hold and was safe from any more harm. Silently the younger man vowed to set this right. When he could. When it was possible and he was able. He didn't have the means right now, but one day.....perhaps he would.
( The past always finds a way to haunt you. No matter what new life you make for yourself. Beaureve is discovering this as he grows older, and like all that have experienced this before him, try to find those ways to conquer and cope with the ghosts that rise up. Beau was finally able to help this man, but that is a story for another time. ) @daily-writing-challenge
