#thetachonisboy

[allexandrianrejects]

❝   i   want   to   fall   apart   for   you   and   only   you.   ❞

[ for Nikola~ ]

"It's a sweet wish, darling, and one easily fulfilled," Nikola replied softly, leaning closer to his lover, pressing a teasingly soft kiss to his lips. Perhaps there were some logistics that needed to be worked out, what Occtis' body was still capable of doing, but he figured that the necromancer would see this as an experiment; he himself was more than happy to figure it out as they went. His hand, settled at Occtis' waist, trailed upward slowly until it was buried in his cravat. Diligently yet haphazardly, Nikola began to undo the knot in the fabric. "Let's figure out how to make you sing."

[micsmasmuses]

Plotted started for @thetachonisboy .

They’re alone now. The fire crackling in front of them as Julien looks up at Occtis. Emerald eyes are watching the other man as his armored hand digs into the wood of the stump he was sitting on. The others asleep in their tents as Julien soon stands and sits himself next to the other.

“So… I was thinking of what you said a while back” he can’t help but snort as he’s about to ask this.

“Did you really die a virgin? Like no relationship at all?”

[allexandrianrejects]

♥

(for.... guess :p)

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"Occtis!"

The fight was over, Nikola having used every offensive spell he knew to push back the guards and frighten them away. There was blood on his hands from slamming a harrowing ballad into the sorcerous warrior that had him grappled; as his ear started to bleed, Nikola managed to get away and leave him for Vaelus and Julien to deal with.

Suddenly he was rushing to the wizard's side to make sure no one had gotten to him. Thaisha and Aranessa were tending to their martial companions, and he had no intention to crowd. But certainly running into vassals of his family would have been difficult for Occtis. That meant word that he was traveling towards their ancestral lands would catch up with his family.

His heart was beating out of his chest, his mind still ringing from the exertion of casting so many spells. Maybe that was why he didn't think as he put his hands on Occtis' hollow cheeks, tilting his face down. A breathless smile crossed Nikola's face, finding himself at a loss for words for one of the first times in his life. Luckily, there was a more straightforward way to express himself. Not giving himself a chance to back out, he leaned up and pressed his lips to Occtis' soundly.

[allexandrianrejects]

“Something  horrible  is  happening  inside  of  me,  and  i  don’t  know  why. “ (For.. you choose :p)

The barkeep momentarily glanced over his shoulder at the young man, someone admitting something rather close to his chest in a moment of vulnerability. It happened from time to time, more than the average person liked to think about, but not with someone like this— not someone draped in the purples and the finery of a noble house, a mage whose brand of magic tasted like ozone in the back of Victor’s throat. He licked his lips after turning his head back to his work. A Tachonis. Handsome, intriguing… cruel and dangerous. He poured a drink and sent it down to the orc druid, the flick of his hand so practiced not a drop spilled as the drink slid. Preparing another ceramic cup, wiping the condensation off with a rag, he finally looked up at the young noble.

“A lot of people would say that’s what happens when you put your faith in the dead. Fifty years after the Shaper’s War, and my mother still prayed to Sylandri, taught me to do the same. Praying to an empty throne only hurts you in the end.” It was the truth, and it was harsh; it used to sting him as well, but he’d gotten used to it. Perhaps it was best if the Tachonis did the same, calloused his noble hands and noble heart. “You need to find something to fill the hole inside of you. A lot of people use drink. Even more people are buying that bullshit the Halovars are peddling. …but there are other idols to turn one’s eyes to.”

[micsmasmuses]

@thetachonisboy cont. from here.

He noticed the way the other acted when trying to hide away his pain. The way he stiffened, moving and flinching at the way he tried to move it. Julian’s gaze lingers on his shoulder for a moment before taking the hand on the undamaged shoulder. Dragging him a long to a different room when no one was looking. Last thing he needs is to get an earful.

“Sit, take off your coat and show me the damage” he says moving into the bathroom and grabbing certain supplies. Knights are given some medical training. At least in the basics. He can clean it, disinfect and bandage it so by morning he only needs to heal the wound. Setting the supplies on the table he waits for Occtis to finish.

[allexandrianrejects]

“Nice to see you too, sister.” (gasp! For Tempris)

“You shouldn’t be stirring so far out of Dol-Makjar during the school semester,” Tempris chided lightly as she strode into the room. She barely acknowledged the others as she strode into the room, even as Occtis’ Davinos companion brandished his rapier at her. Once she was close to her brother, despite what seemed to be the protests of all the group, she hugged him; it was an awkward hug, as if Tempris themselves had never had a truly affectionate hug in their life. Pulling away, she inspected her brother after seeing him for the first time in person in many years.

In recent days, she’d been worried for him. Her rats had come back from finding him… disconcerted. That gave her pause. As did how cold he was when she hugged him, cold as death. “You’re half-frozen, Occtis. Let us get some whiskey and hot tea to warm you up…”

[allexandrianrejects]

❝ I hate this place. It will never feel home, not like you do. ❞ (For Nikola :p)

His gaze had been directed away, focused on re-stringing his yarting, when he heard the sound of his new husband entered the room with a sigh on his lips. Brow furrowed, Nikola looked up expectantly, listening as Occtis vented.

"Don't let any of your family overhear that, my dear," he laughed softly, though without much mirth, setting down his instrument. Obrimus Manor certainly was no great home for either of them; it likely brought up bad memories for Occtis, and Nikola himself could hardly ever get used to the darkness of it all after the warm, open halls of Palazzo Davinos and the radiant beauty of the Golden Orchard. Of course, the sideways glares of the other Tachonis relatives only made the experience less pleasant. They hadn't yet converted their newest member by marriage to their cause, and that infuriated them.

How could they not have foreseen that Nikola and Occtis would grow close, that the outsider would revile them for how they treated the man they had him marry?

"Perhaps I can talk to my father and Lady Aranessa... have them call upon me for the remainder of our time in the city. After all, it'd be only proper if you went with me, then." His voice was hushed, somewhat mischievously, as if he was truly please with the plan he'd cooked up. "It'd at least get us out of these musty halls. Besides, I have the keys to the wine cellar and the Lady's private collection of books on Faerie."

[themoondreamerr]

The weather was bleary, foggy clouds threatening to swallow the sunlight up whole. Try as they may to change the outcome, the downcast atmosphere matched the sullen optimism everyone felt upon entrance.

Eve had caught word that the large party was temporarily returning, instantly taking on the last of the staff responsibilities at The Hallowed Round just so she could dip out to catch up on everything. The magpie birds could only give her so much lore — and happened to be the quickest form of communication that wasn’t a written letter or spell.

It has been, without a doubt, hell for everyone involved.

Eve took it upon herself to cater to the lot, offering to pay for their rooms, food, and provide free entertainment. More work on her already overfilling end, but the fey never knew when to take a break herself. Everyone deserved a moment to shine — or simply a moment to rest and feel at ease when even fate itself couldn’t predict the ending of their story.

— — —

As everyone slept soundly, she was free to drop her metaphorical mask. The physical one stayed on — the cosmic duality that held no special features to move and contort like Bolaire’s, but did its job at concealing Eve’s true emotions. Unsettling as it could get when speaking to another, she found no reason to shed the second skin.

“I would ask why you’re still awake, but…well. I reckon the ol’ meanin’ ‘the dead never rest’ never rang more true for you, huh?”

Sinking back in a chair, Eve lazily rose a hand to cast a spell. The melancholic room illuminated with a soft glow of carnival-esque colors, brightening muted shadows.

“There we are…none of that sadness here.

You look like you could use a friend.”

@thetachonisboy