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That Magnus had not returned with the new king and his entourage from Taengea had been a major disappointment. The man that claimed he wished to be her husband had hardly sent more than five words to tell her and his sister that he would be remaining behind to monitor the kingdom. No word on how long he would be staying, nor what to expect when he returned. At this point Iolanthe was very nearly miffed enough to go to Tim and ask him to try to make introductions for her elsewhere. The only thing that stopped her was her heart, the tall master of secrets held that securely with him.
Instead, she made the purpose of her journey to the residence where her cousins stayed in Midas a simple visit of social convenience. Dressed simply enough in deep blue with a dove grey himation to protect her pale skin from the sun, though it was already touched over with freckles from her time in Arcanaes, she looked as ever herself but with an expression set in more of a pout than usual. Her own city residence was only a little ways away and so the heiress took it upon herself to walk, greeting the housekeeper of the Valaoritis home with a smile and warm words before she was shown in.
Though Tim was a fairly frequent correspondent, she'd heard little of what Silanos was up to these days. Even Roxana had taken a place in Princess Evras' household, but the younger man had been scarce since her return from her late husband's lands. A maid guided her into a hallway, stopping outside a door with a hesitance in the way she lifted her hand to knock and Iolanthe brushed her aside. Better she interrupt him, they had a close enough bond that she didn't feel as if she was intruding. He'd always been more like a brother than her real brother had been.
"Silanos, make yourself presentable and come greet your cousin. I've been in town nearly a week and you haven't come to say hello! Don't you know a lady should never have to initiate the visit?"
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That Magnus had not returned with the new king and his entourage from Taengea had been a major disappointment. The man that claimed he wished to be her husband had hardly sent more than five words to tell her and his sister that he would be remaining behind to monitor the kingdom. No word on how long he would be staying, nor what to expect when he returned. At this point Iolanthe was very nearly miffed enough to go to Tim and ask him to try to make introductions for her elsewhere. The only thing that stopped her was her heart, the tall master of secrets held that securely with him.
Instead, she made the purpose of her journey to the residence where her cousins stayed in Midas a simple visit of social convenience. Dressed simply enough in deep blue with a dove grey himation to protect her pale skin from the sun, though it was already touched over with freckles from her time in Arcanaes, she looked as ever herself but with an expression set in more of a pout than usual. Her own city residence was only a little ways away and so the heiress took it upon herself to walk, greeting the housekeeper of the Valaoritis home with a smile and warm words before she was shown in.
Though Tim was a fairly frequent correspondent, she'd heard little of what Silanos was up to these days. Even Roxana had taken a place in Princess Evras' household, but the younger man had been scarce since her return from her late husband's lands. A maid guided her into a hallway, stopping outside a door with a hesitance in the way she lifted her hand to knock and Iolanthe brushed her aside. Better she interrupt him, they had a close enough bond that she didn't feel as if she was intruding. He'd always been more like a brother than her real brother had been.
"Silanos, make yourself presentable and come greet your cousin. I've been in town nearly a week and you haven't come to say hello! Don't you know a lady should never have to initiate the visit?"
That Magnus had not returned with the new king and his entourage from Taengea had been a major disappointment. The man that claimed he wished to be her husband had hardly sent more than five words to tell her and his sister that he would be remaining behind to monitor the kingdom. No word on how long he would be staying, nor what to expect when he returned. At this point Iolanthe was very nearly miffed enough to go to Tim and ask him to try to make introductions for her elsewhere. The only thing that stopped her was her heart, the tall master of secrets held that securely with him.
Instead, she made the purpose of her journey to the residence where her cousins stayed in Midas a simple visit of social convenience. Dressed simply enough in deep blue with a dove grey himation to protect her pale skin from the sun, though it was already touched over with freckles from her time in Arcanaes, she looked as ever herself but with an expression set in more of a pout than usual. Her own city residence was only a little ways away and so the heiress took it upon herself to walk, greeting the housekeeper of the Valaoritis home with a smile and warm words before she was shown in.
Though Tim was a fairly frequent correspondent, she'd heard little of what Silanos was up to these days. Even Roxana had taken a place in Princess Evras' household, but the younger man had been scarce since her return from her late husband's lands. A maid guided her into a hallway, stopping outside a door with a hesitance in the way she lifted her hand to knock and Iolanthe brushed her aside. Better she interrupt him, they had a close enough bond that she didn't feel as if she was intruding. He'd always been more like a brother than her real brother had been.
"Silanos, make yourself presentable and come greet your cousin. I've been in town nearly a week and you haven't come to say hello! Don't you know a lady should never have to initiate the visit?"
He had staggered back from the barracks on legs that felt like jelly, muscles already starting to stiffen up after a brutal introduction to actual exercise. The lord had never been more glad to leave a place in his entire life. And that was saying something, for he was rather an expert at leaving.
Silanos had called for a bathe to be drawn and then relied on the servants to stop him drowning in the tub because he was exhausted. Both physically and from the strain of keeping his temper in check when presented with the goading disrespect of the Captain and his thugs. He was pretty sure he would have vomited at some point anyway, just from swallowing down the number of retorts that he had.
He caught the exchanged looks and knew he must look about as hideous as he felt but the glower he bestowed upon the servants had them glance away, and when he was done bathing he’d waved them away, slammed the door to his chambers and committed to sitting and licking his wounds for the rest of the day. If Timaeus thought he was going to repeat that whole sorry spectacle again tomorrow he had another thing coming. Not unless fucking Daxos was going to pry his fingers from the doorframe would he let himself be dragged out in the morning. They could all go to Hades.
The knock on his door was an unwelcome one then, and Silanos was ready to answer with words unfit for a lady’s hearing, and he was glad that he managed to choke them off as he heard the familiar voice of his cousin sound out.
Iolanthe He had not known she was in the city, had not seen her since he had first returned from Taengea, and as he pushed wearily to his feet he wondered if he was glad or not that she was here. There was a wary sort of expression on his face as he pulled open the door, the smile a little half-hearted. Silanos stood a good half a head taller than the woman so she had a fine view of the dappled bruising starting to show on the sharp edge of his jaw, the thick lip not yet scabbed over. He looked like he’d been brawling, which was not a common sight since he’d been a boy. Sil made no reference to it though as he provided her with the greeting she had request.
“Cousin. You will have to forgive me. I would have called upon you but unfortunately seem to have found myself confined to my chambers.”
He shot a dirty look toward a soldier stationed down the hall, but stepped out, leading Iolanthe down to the solar where they might sit more comfortably. “Drinks then?” he shot towards the housekeeper, waiting for Iolanthe to take a seat before he lowered himself a little stiffly to sit as well.
He looked at his elder cousin with a defeated sort of expression then. “Yes, I look like a bag of sh..I look bad. I am aware. Stop gawking at me”. The younger of the Valaoritis brothers slumped back on his seat in an untidy fashion and blew out a breath. “You however, look lovely as always Iolanthe. Thankyou for coming to disturb the monotony of my miserable existence.” It was delivered with a slightly bitter edge, not quite managing the humour he had intended, which was unusual for Silanos, who rarely took things too seriously.
He assumed Timaeus would have spoken to her just as he had spoken to Roxana and the others,and was preparing himself for whatever disapproval she would have to heap on top of everyone else’s, even though Iolanthe had always been forgiving of his previous misadventures. He supposed this was rather different.
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He had staggered back from the barracks on legs that felt like jelly, muscles already starting to stiffen up after a brutal introduction to actual exercise. The lord had never been more glad to leave a place in his entire life. And that was saying something, for he was rather an expert at leaving.
Silanos had called for a bathe to be drawn and then relied on the servants to stop him drowning in the tub because he was exhausted. Both physically and from the strain of keeping his temper in check when presented with the goading disrespect of the Captain and his thugs. He was pretty sure he would have vomited at some point anyway, just from swallowing down the number of retorts that he had.
He caught the exchanged looks and knew he must look about as hideous as he felt but the glower he bestowed upon the servants had them glance away, and when he was done bathing he’d waved them away, slammed the door to his chambers and committed to sitting and licking his wounds for the rest of the day. If Timaeus thought he was going to repeat that whole sorry spectacle again tomorrow he had another thing coming. Not unless fucking Daxos was going to pry his fingers from the doorframe would he let himself be dragged out in the morning. They could all go to Hades.
The knock on his door was an unwelcome one then, and Silanos was ready to answer with words unfit for a lady’s hearing, and he was glad that he managed to choke them off as he heard the familiar voice of his cousin sound out.
Iolanthe He had not known she was in the city, had not seen her since he had first returned from Taengea, and as he pushed wearily to his feet he wondered if he was glad or not that she was here. There was a wary sort of expression on his face as he pulled open the door, the smile a little half-hearted. Silanos stood a good half a head taller than the woman so she had a fine view of the dappled bruising starting to show on the sharp edge of his jaw, the thick lip not yet scabbed over. He looked like he’d been brawling, which was not a common sight since he’d been a boy. Sil made no reference to it though as he provided her with the greeting she had request.
“Cousin. You will have to forgive me. I would have called upon you but unfortunately seem to have found myself confined to my chambers.”
He shot a dirty look toward a soldier stationed down the hall, but stepped out, leading Iolanthe down to the solar where they might sit more comfortably. “Drinks then?” he shot towards the housekeeper, waiting for Iolanthe to take a seat before he lowered himself a little stiffly to sit as well.
He looked at his elder cousin with a defeated sort of expression then. “Yes, I look like a bag of sh..I look bad. I am aware. Stop gawking at me”. The younger of the Valaoritis brothers slumped back on his seat in an untidy fashion and blew out a breath. “You however, look lovely as always Iolanthe. Thankyou for coming to disturb the monotony of my miserable existence.” It was delivered with a slightly bitter edge, not quite managing the humour he had intended, which was unusual for Silanos, who rarely took things too seriously.
He assumed Timaeus would have spoken to her just as he had spoken to Roxana and the others,and was preparing himself for whatever disapproval she would have to heap on top of everyone else’s, even though Iolanthe had always been forgiving of his previous misadventures. He supposed this was rather different.
He had staggered back from the barracks on legs that felt like jelly, muscles already starting to stiffen up after a brutal introduction to actual exercise. The lord had never been more glad to leave a place in his entire life. And that was saying something, for he was rather an expert at leaving.
Silanos had called for a bathe to be drawn and then relied on the servants to stop him drowning in the tub because he was exhausted. Both physically and from the strain of keeping his temper in check when presented with the goading disrespect of the Captain and his thugs. He was pretty sure he would have vomited at some point anyway, just from swallowing down the number of retorts that he had.
He caught the exchanged looks and knew he must look about as hideous as he felt but the glower he bestowed upon the servants had them glance away, and when he was done bathing he’d waved them away, slammed the door to his chambers and committed to sitting and licking his wounds for the rest of the day. If Timaeus thought he was going to repeat that whole sorry spectacle again tomorrow he had another thing coming. Not unless fucking Daxos was going to pry his fingers from the doorframe would he let himself be dragged out in the morning. They could all go to Hades.
The knock on his door was an unwelcome one then, and Silanos was ready to answer with words unfit for a lady’s hearing, and he was glad that he managed to choke them off as he heard the familiar voice of his cousin sound out.
Iolanthe He had not known she was in the city, had not seen her since he had first returned from Taengea, and as he pushed wearily to his feet he wondered if he was glad or not that she was here. There was a wary sort of expression on his face as he pulled open the door, the smile a little half-hearted. Silanos stood a good half a head taller than the woman so she had a fine view of the dappled bruising starting to show on the sharp edge of his jaw, the thick lip not yet scabbed over. He looked like he’d been brawling, which was not a common sight since he’d been a boy. Sil made no reference to it though as he provided her with the greeting she had request.
“Cousin. You will have to forgive me. I would have called upon you but unfortunately seem to have found myself confined to my chambers.”
He shot a dirty look toward a soldier stationed down the hall, but stepped out, leading Iolanthe down to the solar where they might sit more comfortably. “Drinks then?” he shot towards the housekeeper, waiting for Iolanthe to take a seat before he lowered himself a little stiffly to sit as well.
He looked at his elder cousin with a defeated sort of expression then. “Yes, I look like a bag of sh..I look bad. I am aware. Stop gawking at me”. The younger of the Valaoritis brothers slumped back on his seat in an untidy fashion and blew out a breath. “You however, look lovely as always Iolanthe. Thankyou for coming to disturb the monotony of my miserable existence.” It was delivered with a slightly bitter edge, not quite managing the humour he had intended, which was unusual for Silanos, who rarely took things too seriously.
He assumed Timaeus would have spoken to her just as he had spoken to Roxana and the others,and was preparing himself for whatever disapproval she would have to heap on top of everyone else’s, even though Iolanthe had always been forgiving of his previous misadventures. He supposed this was rather different.
Iolanthe blinked in surprise as Silanos threw open the door, his quick sharp response to her teasing different than the usual lighthearted boy she was accustomed to. Taking in the sight of his myriad injuries, the busted lip and blackened eye a sign of unrest if she'd ever seen them, the older girl wondered exactly what had been going on in the Valaoritis household since she had seen them last. Timaeus had seemed healthy enough, so these injuries clearly weren't the result of a brotherly brawl. Following his glance down the hallway to the soldier stationed there, her delicate brows arched in surprise and she simply nodded at his offer of a drink.
Following her younger cousin down the hall, she didn't sit right away. With hands braced on her hips instead, she took him in with another scrutinizing look before finally sinking down and pursing her lips and tapping her foot in expectation. Clearly Silanos had plenty to tell her about what had happened since she had last seen him. His reproach brought a disapproving lift to one of her brows and she simply sat back and blinked at him as if a cat waiting out its prey. He was at least quick enough to follow it up with a compliment.
"Thank you, cousin. I wish I could say the same for you, but it appears I have missed a good deal."
Whatever had passed was clearly not an explanation he was willing to give again and the brunette huffed out a sigh of impatience. Tim could have given her some kind of warning, if there was a reason why his brother looked a mess and was confined to his chambers it felt like something family should be aware of at the very least.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to carry on with a lovely afternoon while we pretend you don't look as if someone kicked the shit out of you?"
Her choice of words was deliberate, throwing out the curse he had clearly been avoiding and smiling at the housekeepers return. Taking the proffered glass lightly and sipping at it while she waited.
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Iolanthe blinked in surprise as Silanos threw open the door, his quick sharp response to her teasing different than the usual lighthearted boy she was accustomed to. Taking in the sight of his myriad injuries, the busted lip and blackened eye a sign of unrest if she'd ever seen them, the older girl wondered exactly what had been going on in the Valaoritis household since she had seen them last. Timaeus had seemed healthy enough, so these injuries clearly weren't the result of a brotherly brawl. Following his glance down the hallway to the soldier stationed there, her delicate brows arched in surprise and she simply nodded at his offer of a drink.
Following her younger cousin down the hall, she didn't sit right away. With hands braced on her hips instead, she took him in with another scrutinizing look before finally sinking down and pursing her lips and tapping her foot in expectation. Clearly Silanos had plenty to tell her about what had happened since she had last seen him. His reproach brought a disapproving lift to one of her brows and she simply sat back and blinked at him as if a cat waiting out its prey. He was at least quick enough to follow it up with a compliment.
"Thank you, cousin. I wish I could say the same for you, but it appears I have missed a good deal."
Whatever had passed was clearly not an explanation he was willing to give again and the brunette huffed out a sigh of impatience. Tim could have given her some kind of warning, if there was a reason why his brother looked a mess and was confined to his chambers it felt like something family should be aware of at the very least.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to carry on with a lovely afternoon while we pretend you don't look as if someone kicked the shit out of you?"
Her choice of words was deliberate, throwing out the curse he had clearly been avoiding and smiling at the housekeepers return. Taking the proffered glass lightly and sipping at it while she waited.
Iolanthe blinked in surprise as Silanos threw open the door, his quick sharp response to her teasing different than the usual lighthearted boy she was accustomed to. Taking in the sight of his myriad injuries, the busted lip and blackened eye a sign of unrest if she'd ever seen them, the older girl wondered exactly what had been going on in the Valaoritis household since she had seen them last. Timaeus had seemed healthy enough, so these injuries clearly weren't the result of a brotherly brawl. Following his glance down the hallway to the soldier stationed there, her delicate brows arched in surprise and she simply nodded at his offer of a drink.
Following her younger cousin down the hall, she didn't sit right away. With hands braced on her hips instead, she took him in with another scrutinizing look before finally sinking down and pursing her lips and tapping her foot in expectation. Clearly Silanos had plenty to tell her about what had happened since she had last seen him. His reproach brought a disapproving lift to one of her brows and she simply sat back and blinked at him as if a cat waiting out its prey. He was at least quick enough to follow it up with a compliment.
"Thank you, cousin. I wish I could say the same for you, but it appears I have missed a good deal."
Whatever had passed was clearly not an explanation he was willing to give again and the brunette huffed out a sigh of impatience. Tim could have given her some kind of warning, if there was a reason why his brother looked a mess and was confined to his chambers it felt like something family should be aware of at the very least.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to carry on with a lovely afternoon while we pretend you don't look as if someone kicked the shit out of you?"
Her choice of words was deliberate, throwing out the curse he had clearly been avoiding and smiling at the housekeepers return. Taking the proffered glass lightly and sipping at it while she waited.
He looked shocked at the vulgarity spilling from his perfectly poised cousin, and it was almost comedic, the dumbfounded expression that he didn’t bother to wipe off his face as the housekeeper returned. Wine for the Lady Iolanthe but not for the Lord, who finally looked away from his cousin to stare dismally down at the contents of his own glass. He could have done with a drink, or something stronger.
Sil waited for the housekeeper to leave them before he moved to address Iolanthe’s question, glad at least that perhaps it had not been a family wide decision to sentence him to the misery that had been his day. Just Tim, then. He didn’t know quite how much Iolanthe was in the dark though, assuming his disgrace would have been summarily shared, and so Silanos didn’t offer any context, just told her what had happened, as she asked.
“It has been decided that I should undergo some military training. Be a good little soldier boy” he said, taking a listeless sip of the water he’d been given. “I think perhaps I pushed my dear brother too far, and would you believe it, I don’t think his Captain likes me very much” He said it flippantly, but the grin did not reflect in his gaze which just looked weary and fed up as he looked upon his cousin. There was absolutely no desire to share the details of his day- it had been humiliating enough enduring it the first time around, and Sil could think of nothing worse than reliving it again now.
He felt, even more so than usual, like he was running on empty, so exhausted that he was going to have to sleep. The last of the poppy supply he had was secreted in a drawer in his chambers, and he knew he’d be using it before the day was through. With any luck he could just drug himself insensible and dreaming wouldn't be an option.
The day he’d endured had been physically demanding- far beyond what he was used to, but more so had been the shock to his pride, to find himself stripped of the protection of title, the respect that his name usually afforded him. That had been an eye-opener. Silanos prodded at his jaw, winced a little.
“I’m surprised Timaeus has even let you come. I was beginning to think I would only ever be allowed to speak to my beloved guard. How’ve you been?”
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He looked shocked at the vulgarity spilling from his perfectly poised cousin, and it was almost comedic, the dumbfounded expression that he didn’t bother to wipe off his face as the housekeeper returned. Wine for the Lady Iolanthe but not for the Lord, who finally looked away from his cousin to stare dismally down at the contents of his own glass. He could have done with a drink, or something stronger.
Sil waited for the housekeeper to leave them before he moved to address Iolanthe’s question, glad at least that perhaps it had not been a family wide decision to sentence him to the misery that had been his day. Just Tim, then. He didn’t know quite how much Iolanthe was in the dark though, assuming his disgrace would have been summarily shared, and so Silanos didn’t offer any context, just told her what had happened, as she asked.
“It has been decided that I should undergo some military training. Be a good little soldier boy” he said, taking a listeless sip of the water he’d been given. “I think perhaps I pushed my dear brother too far, and would you believe it, I don’t think his Captain likes me very much” He said it flippantly, but the grin did not reflect in his gaze which just looked weary and fed up as he looked upon his cousin. There was absolutely no desire to share the details of his day- it had been humiliating enough enduring it the first time around, and Sil could think of nothing worse than reliving it again now.
He felt, even more so than usual, like he was running on empty, so exhausted that he was going to have to sleep. The last of the poppy supply he had was secreted in a drawer in his chambers, and he knew he’d be using it before the day was through. With any luck he could just drug himself insensible and dreaming wouldn't be an option.
The day he’d endured had been physically demanding- far beyond what he was used to, but more so had been the shock to his pride, to find himself stripped of the protection of title, the respect that his name usually afforded him. That had been an eye-opener. Silanos prodded at his jaw, winced a little.
“I’m surprised Timaeus has even let you come. I was beginning to think I would only ever be allowed to speak to my beloved guard. How’ve you been?”
He looked shocked at the vulgarity spilling from his perfectly poised cousin, and it was almost comedic, the dumbfounded expression that he didn’t bother to wipe off his face as the housekeeper returned. Wine for the Lady Iolanthe but not for the Lord, who finally looked away from his cousin to stare dismally down at the contents of his own glass. He could have done with a drink, or something stronger.
Sil waited for the housekeeper to leave them before he moved to address Iolanthe’s question, glad at least that perhaps it had not been a family wide decision to sentence him to the misery that had been his day. Just Tim, then. He didn’t know quite how much Iolanthe was in the dark though, assuming his disgrace would have been summarily shared, and so Silanos didn’t offer any context, just told her what had happened, as she asked.
“It has been decided that I should undergo some military training. Be a good little soldier boy” he said, taking a listeless sip of the water he’d been given. “I think perhaps I pushed my dear brother too far, and would you believe it, I don’t think his Captain likes me very much” He said it flippantly, but the grin did not reflect in his gaze which just looked weary and fed up as he looked upon his cousin. There was absolutely no desire to share the details of his day- it had been humiliating enough enduring it the first time around, and Sil could think of nothing worse than reliving it again now.
He felt, even more so than usual, like he was running on empty, so exhausted that he was going to have to sleep. The last of the poppy supply he had was secreted in a drawer in his chambers, and he knew he’d be using it before the day was through. With any luck he could just drug himself insensible and dreaming wouldn't be an option.
The day he’d endured had been physically demanding- far beyond what he was used to, but more so had been the shock to his pride, to find himself stripped of the protection of title, the respect that his name usually afforded him. That had been an eye-opener. Silanos prodded at his jaw, winced a little.
“I’m surprised Timaeus has even let you come. I was beginning to think I would only ever be allowed to speak to my beloved guard. How’ve you been?”
Blinking passively at his shock, Iolanthe sipped at her wine with patience. She may have been gone for ten years, been through her own sorts of trials, though none of them quite as bruising as this. She did have to wonder exactly what had happened that put him in such a state. Tim wasn't the aggressive sort, nor had he ever seemed entirely unreasonable when it came to granting forgiveness, especially towards family. To keep his own brother under house arrest as had been explained to her upon her arrival must have been due to some extremely uncomfortable circumstances.
The explanation of training made sense and at that she allowed herself to relax a bit more. At the very least she didn't have to worry that Tim was mistreating him too badly. Training would no doubt be a miserable pain, but at least it wasn't torture. Not technically.
"And what happened to make your brother treat you so? Exactly how far have you pushed him?"
Iolanthe gave a bit of a wry smile before offering him her glass of wine and reaching for his less alcoholic drink instead. She had her own stake in this. If Timaeus was incredibly upset it would not be a good time for her to push him further in the allowance of Magnus to become her husband. As her most senior male relative aside from her brother in his incapacity, Tim technically had the most to gain and lose with her marriage and therefore held too much power for her to press him too much.
"I've been well. I had thought perhaps to be remarried by now but it seems your brother is keen to hold on that as well."
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Blinking passively at his shock, Iolanthe sipped at her wine with patience. She may have been gone for ten years, been through her own sorts of trials, though none of them quite as bruising as this. She did have to wonder exactly what had happened that put him in such a state. Tim wasn't the aggressive sort, nor had he ever seemed entirely unreasonable when it came to granting forgiveness, especially towards family. To keep his own brother under house arrest as had been explained to her upon her arrival must have been due to some extremely uncomfortable circumstances.
The explanation of training made sense and at that she allowed herself to relax a bit more. At the very least she didn't have to worry that Tim was mistreating him too badly. Training would no doubt be a miserable pain, but at least it wasn't torture. Not technically.
"And what happened to make your brother treat you so? Exactly how far have you pushed him?"
Iolanthe gave a bit of a wry smile before offering him her glass of wine and reaching for his less alcoholic drink instead. She had her own stake in this. If Timaeus was incredibly upset it would not be a good time for her to push him further in the allowance of Magnus to become her husband. As her most senior male relative aside from her brother in his incapacity, Tim technically had the most to gain and lose with her marriage and therefore held too much power for her to press him too much.
"I've been well. I had thought perhaps to be remarried by now but it seems your brother is keen to hold on that as well."
Blinking passively at his shock, Iolanthe sipped at her wine with patience. She may have been gone for ten years, been through her own sorts of trials, though none of them quite as bruising as this. She did have to wonder exactly what had happened that put him in such a state. Tim wasn't the aggressive sort, nor had he ever seemed entirely unreasonable when it came to granting forgiveness, especially towards family. To keep his own brother under house arrest as had been explained to her upon her arrival must have been due to some extremely uncomfortable circumstances.
The explanation of training made sense and at that she allowed herself to relax a bit more. At the very least she didn't have to worry that Tim was mistreating him too badly. Training would no doubt be a miserable pain, but at least it wasn't torture. Not technically.
"And what happened to make your brother treat you so? Exactly how far have you pushed him?"
Iolanthe gave a bit of a wry smile before offering him her glass of wine and reaching for his less alcoholic drink instead. She had her own stake in this. If Timaeus was incredibly upset it would not be a good time for her to push him further in the allowance of Magnus to become her husband. As her most senior male relative aside from her brother in his incapacity, Tim technically had the most to gain and lose with her marriage and therefore held too much power for her to press him too much.
"I've been well. I had thought perhaps to be remarried by now but it seems your brother is keen to hold on that as well."
‘Exactly how far have you pushed him?’
Silanos opened his mouth to answer that, something glib about how Tim didn’t exactly take much pushing nowadays,something vague and non specific that would save him from damaging Iolathe’s good opinion of him. It was one of the few he actually cared about. But, the words seemed to die a death on his tongue, and the young Lord shut his mouth, glanced away guiltily.
Because he had it seemed, pushed his brother far beyond what was reasonable. And being that Timaeus was Head of House now, it were not as it he could just ignore the litany of bad decisions that Sil had made since he’d been back in Colchis. The thought had him shift in his seat, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek, aware that the silence sounded bad. His cousin’s movement, her leaning forward and exchanging her wine for his water was clue enough that he was not exactly being smooth about all of this. His fingers curled around the other glass and he glanced at Iolanthe again, grateful this time.
“Well for some reason, he’s still hung up about the whole..Princess Evras thing” He muttered after a moment,the words thick with sarcasm. He took a large gulp of the wine, disgruntled that it didn’t shift the thick feeling in his throat. Why did he feel like this now?. He didn’t want to go over it all again. Not with Imeeya’s words still ringing loudly in his ears. But maybe it was that. The fact that there was more. That Tim didn’t even know yet.
Shifting attention back on to how Io was seemed wise then, until Sil realised that her problems with Tim were probably not helped by his actions either. “Oh right. Of course”. Her betrothal has probably not been top of the list. It would have been easy then to slip into a rant about how unreasonable his brother was, and usually, that's what Sil would have done. But once again, the words seemed to stick.
His brother had rather a lot on his mind, after all. There was all the bother with the Kotas’- Sil’s doing, and then the fact that their Mother seemed to be fraying around the edges at an alarming rate. He felt a twist of guilt at that. She worried so much for them, and he’d barely spent any time with her since coming back home. He’d escaped from Eubocris the minute he was able. What must she think of him? And he had completely forgotten that Tim would have all that with Magnus and Iolanthe to think about too.
Silanos wanted to say it must be where a fist had caught him because his chest ached, but as he rubbed at it with his free hand, he knew that wasn’t it. This hurt was more self-inflicted.Fuck that. But he was tired, and felt bruised and right now, it seemed like there was no way out. He didn’t know how to fix this mess he’d made.
“ Iolanthe” Her name fell out of his mouth accidentally almost, and Sil didn’t decide to say what followed either. It just sort of happened. “ I think I’m in over my head”
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‘Exactly how far have you pushed him?’
Silanos opened his mouth to answer that, something glib about how Tim didn’t exactly take much pushing nowadays,something vague and non specific that would save him from damaging Iolathe’s good opinion of him. It was one of the few he actually cared about. But, the words seemed to die a death on his tongue, and the young Lord shut his mouth, glanced away guiltily.
Because he had it seemed, pushed his brother far beyond what was reasonable. And being that Timaeus was Head of House now, it were not as it he could just ignore the litany of bad decisions that Sil had made since he’d been back in Colchis. The thought had him shift in his seat, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek, aware that the silence sounded bad. His cousin’s movement, her leaning forward and exchanging her wine for his water was clue enough that he was not exactly being smooth about all of this. His fingers curled around the other glass and he glanced at Iolanthe again, grateful this time.
“Well for some reason, he’s still hung up about the whole..Princess Evras thing” He muttered after a moment,the words thick with sarcasm. He took a large gulp of the wine, disgruntled that it didn’t shift the thick feeling in his throat. Why did he feel like this now?. He didn’t want to go over it all again. Not with Imeeya’s words still ringing loudly in his ears. But maybe it was that. The fact that there was more. That Tim didn’t even know yet.
Shifting attention back on to how Io was seemed wise then, until Sil realised that her problems with Tim were probably not helped by his actions either. “Oh right. Of course”. Her betrothal has probably not been top of the list. It would have been easy then to slip into a rant about how unreasonable his brother was, and usually, that's what Sil would have done. But once again, the words seemed to stick.
His brother had rather a lot on his mind, after all. There was all the bother with the Kotas’- Sil’s doing, and then the fact that their Mother seemed to be fraying around the edges at an alarming rate. He felt a twist of guilt at that. She worried so much for them, and he’d barely spent any time with her since coming back home. He’d escaped from Eubocris the minute he was able. What must she think of him? And he had completely forgotten that Tim would have all that with Magnus and Iolanthe to think about too.
Silanos wanted to say it must be where a fist had caught him because his chest ached, but as he rubbed at it with his free hand, he knew that wasn’t it. This hurt was more self-inflicted.Fuck that. But he was tired, and felt bruised and right now, it seemed like there was no way out. He didn’t know how to fix this mess he’d made.
“ Iolanthe” Her name fell out of his mouth accidentally almost, and Sil didn’t decide to say what followed either. It just sort of happened. “ I think I’m in over my head”
‘Exactly how far have you pushed him?’
Silanos opened his mouth to answer that, something glib about how Tim didn’t exactly take much pushing nowadays,something vague and non specific that would save him from damaging Iolathe’s good opinion of him. It was one of the few he actually cared about. But, the words seemed to die a death on his tongue, and the young Lord shut his mouth, glanced away guiltily.
Because he had it seemed, pushed his brother far beyond what was reasonable. And being that Timaeus was Head of House now, it were not as it he could just ignore the litany of bad decisions that Sil had made since he’d been back in Colchis. The thought had him shift in his seat, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek, aware that the silence sounded bad. His cousin’s movement, her leaning forward and exchanging her wine for his water was clue enough that he was not exactly being smooth about all of this. His fingers curled around the other glass and he glanced at Iolanthe again, grateful this time.
“Well for some reason, he’s still hung up about the whole..Princess Evras thing” He muttered after a moment,the words thick with sarcasm. He took a large gulp of the wine, disgruntled that it didn’t shift the thick feeling in his throat. Why did he feel like this now?. He didn’t want to go over it all again. Not with Imeeya’s words still ringing loudly in his ears. But maybe it was that. The fact that there was more. That Tim didn’t even know yet.
Shifting attention back on to how Io was seemed wise then, until Sil realised that her problems with Tim were probably not helped by his actions either. “Oh right. Of course”. Her betrothal has probably not been top of the list. It would have been easy then to slip into a rant about how unreasonable his brother was, and usually, that's what Sil would have done. But once again, the words seemed to stick.
His brother had rather a lot on his mind, after all. There was all the bother with the Kotas’- Sil’s doing, and then the fact that their Mother seemed to be fraying around the edges at an alarming rate. He felt a twist of guilt at that. She worried so much for them, and he’d barely spent any time with her since coming back home. He’d escaped from Eubocris the minute he was able. What must she think of him? And he had completely forgotten that Tim would have all that with Magnus and Iolanthe to think about too.
Silanos wanted to say it must be where a fist had caught him because his chest ached, but as he rubbed at it with his free hand, he knew that wasn’t it. This hurt was more self-inflicted.Fuck that. But he was tired, and felt bruised and right now, it seemed like there was no way out. He didn’t know how to fix this mess he’d made.
“ Iolanthe” Her name fell out of his mouth accidentally almost, and Sil didn’t decide to say what followed either. It just sort of happened. “ I think I’m in over my head”