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He caught himself dozing off for the fourth time in what seemed as many minutes, and that was the breaking point. For whatever fucking reason he could not fathom, but since they had returned from Nethisa , Tim had decided to enforce his house arrest proclamation in a manner he had not before. Perhaps because he was too busy running around after the Kotas’ family in the wake of the King’s death, but Timaeus had clearly decided he was too busy to be worrying about Sil getting himself into trouble now they were all back in Midas. Hence the arrival of the soldier fellow who had clearly been appointed just to get on his fucking nerves, brandishing his letter bearing Tim’s own seal that proclaimed his authority.
Silanos rolled his eyes as he looked at the man, lurking like some stalker at the edge of the room as if there were any trouble to be found confined to this fucking house. The young lord pushed aggressively to his feet, unable to sit any longer and fend off sleep, entirely unwilling to endure the nightmares that plagued him in front of an audience.
“I’m going to bed” he announced, making a show of stretching and throwing in a yawn for good measure - it was mostly intentional, he convinced himself. "Don't disturb me, if you know what is good for you".
The ploy had worked once before to rid himself of one of Tim’s appointed ‘guards’, so Silanos was hopeful enough to try it again. With the serving staff having been instructed not to give him wine under threat of incurring their lord’s wrath, there was little comfort to be found for Sil within these walls. The supply of poppy straw he’d furnished himself with last had all but dwindled to nothing and he thought he might crawl out of his skin if he didn’t do something.
Blue eyes, heavily shadowed, passed dismissively over the soldier as Sil stumbled past him, his fatigue making itself known physically even if he wasn’t ready to acknowledge the effects it had on his mind yet.
Impulsiveness for example. Irrational behaviour.
Which is what some might have termed his plan to slip out of the window of his room and escape his goddamn shadow for a little while. Sil however, thought it more than reasonable, and he slammed the door to his chambers decisively. No guard would have the gall to follow him into his own bedroom, even it Tim had briefed them personally.
That gave him pause for thought, and Sil turned and eyed the door, wondering exactly how thorough his brother had been. If he had mentioned how Silanos had made his exit from Eubocris then this plan might be fatally flawed. But the door was not flung open even though he waited a moment, and so feeling annoyed that he was forced to behave like some errant child to get a little space, Sil moved over to the window. The shutters creaked, he knew, so it was a slow and painstaking process of opening them ever so gently. And when he looked at it, the drop was perhaps a little further than he’d thought.
Sil leant out to see the wall better, looking for footholds that would allow him to scale the path down. Noone born and raised in Eubocris would be defeated by a climb. One leg followed by the other swung out of the portal, and Silanos twisted so he faced back into his room, hands gripping the frame as his feet sought purchase against the colchian stone of the wall. He felt dizzy a moment, but blinked it away, he had been more tired than this before. And this might be his only chance for freedom. He wasn’t going to give it up so easily. The snick of his door opening had him look up in outraged disbelief - was nowhere sacred?! - before Silanos decided he was not going to stick around to tell the guard how fucking innapropriate that was, and quick as a flash, the Valaoritis lord began a rapid and spiderlike descent of the wall, being less careful than he ought.
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He caught himself dozing off for the fourth time in what seemed as many minutes, and that was the breaking point. For whatever fucking reason he could not fathom, but since they had returned from Nethisa , Tim had decided to enforce his house arrest proclamation in a manner he had not before. Perhaps because he was too busy running around after the Kotas’ family in the wake of the King’s death, but Timaeus had clearly decided he was too busy to be worrying about Sil getting himself into trouble now they were all back in Midas. Hence the arrival of the soldier fellow who had clearly been appointed just to get on his fucking nerves, brandishing his letter bearing Tim’s own seal that proclaimed his authority.
Silanos rolled his eyes as he looked at the man, lurking like some stalker at the edge of the room as if there were any trouble to be found confined to this fucking house. The young lord pushed aggressively to his feet, unable to sit any longer and fend off sleep, entirely unwilling to endure the nightmares that plagued him in front of an audience.
“I’m going to bed” he announced, making a show of stretching and throwing in a yawn for good measure - it was mostly intentional, he convinced himself. "Don't disturb me, if you know what is good for you".
The ploy had worked once before to rid himself of one of Tim’s appointed ‘guards’, so Silanos was hopeful enough to try it again. With the serving staff having been instructed not to give him wine under threat of incurring their lord’s wrath, there was little comfort to be found for Sil within these walls. The supply of poppy straw he’d furnished himself with last had all but dwindled to nothing and he thought he might crawl out of his skin if he didn’t do something.
Blue eyes, heavily shadowed, passed dismissively over the soldier as Sil stumbled past him, his fatigue making itself known physically even if he wasn’t ready to acknowledge the effects it had on his mind yet.
Impulsiveness for example. Irrational behaviour.
Which is what some might have termed his plan to slip out of the window of his room and escape his goddamn shadow for a little while. Sil however, thought it more than reasonable, and he slammed the door to his chambers decisively. No guard would have the gall to follow him into his own bedroom, even it Tim had briefed them personally.
That gave him pause for thought, and Sil turned and eyed the door, wondering exactly how thorough his brother had been. If he had mentioned how Silanos had made his exit from Eubocris then this plan might be fatally flawed. But the door was not flung open even though he waited a moment, and so feeling annoyed that he was forced to behave like some errant child to get a little space, Sil moved over to the window. The shutters creaked, he knew, so it was a slow and painstaking process of opening them ever so gently. And when he looked at it, the drop was perhaps a little further than he’d thought.
Sil leant out to see the wall better, looking for footholds that would allow him to scale the path down. Noone born and raised in Eubocris would be defeated by a climb. One leg followed by the other swung out of the portal, and Silanos twisted so he faced back into his room, hands gripping the frame as his feet sought purchase against the colchian stone of the wall. He felt dizzy a moment, but blinked it away, he had been more tired than this before. And this might be his only chance for freedom. He wasn’t going to give it up so easily. The snick of his door opening had him look up in outraged disbelief - was nowhere sacred?! - before Silanos decided he was not going to stick around to tell the guard how fucking innapropriate that was, and quick as a flash, the Valaoritis lord began a rapid and spiderlike descent of the wall, being less careful than he ought.
He caught himself dozing off for the fourth time in what seemed as many minutes, and that was the breaking point. For whatever fucking reason he could not fathom, but since they had returned from Nethisa , Tim had decided to enforce his house arrest proclamation in a manner he had not before. Perhaps because he was too busy running around after the Kotas’ family in the wake of the King’s death, but Timaeus had clearly decided he was too busy to be worrying about Sil getting himself into trouble now they were all back in Midas. Hence the arrival of the soldier fellow who had clearly been appointed just to get on his fucking nerves, brandishing his letter bearing Tim’s own seal that proclaimed his authority.
Silanos rolled his eyes as he looked at the man, lurking like some stalker at the edge of the room as if there were any trouble to be found confined to this fucking house. The young lord pushed aggressively to his feet, unable to sit any longer and fend off sleep, entirely unwilling to endure the nightmares that plagued him in front of an audience.
“I’m going to bed” he announced, making a show of stretching and throwing in a yawn for good measure - it was mostly intentional, he convinced himself. "Don't disturb me, if you know what is good for you".
The ploy had worked once before to rid himself of one of Tim’s appointed ‘guards’, so Silanos was hopeful enough to try it again. With the serving staff having been instructed not to give him wine under threat of incurring their lord’s wrath, there was little comfort to be found for Sil within these walls. The supply of poppy straw he’d furnished himself with last had all but dwindled to nothing and he thought he might crawl out of his skin if he didn’t do something.
Blue eyes, heavily shadowed, passed dismissively over the soldier as Sil stumbled past him, his fatigue making itself known physically even if he wasn’t ready to acknowledge the effects it had on his mind yet.
Impulsiveness for example. Irrational behaviour.
Which is what some might have termed his plan to slip out of the window of his room and escape his goddamn shadow for a little while. Sil however, thought it more than reasonable, and he slammed the door to his chambers decisively. No guard would have the gall to follow him into his own bedroom, even it Tim had briefed them personally.
That gave him pause for thought, and Sil turned and eyed the door, wondering exactly how thorough his brother had been. If he had mentioned how Silanos had made his exit from Eubocris then this plan might be fatally flawed. But the door was not flung open even though he waited a moment, and so feeling annoyed that he was forced to behave like some errant child to get a little space, Sil moved over to the window. The shutters creaked, he knew, so it was a slow and painstaking process of opening them ever so gently. And when he looked at it, the drop was perhaps a little further than he’d thought.
Sil leant out to see the wall better, looking for footholds that would allow him to scale the path down. Noone born and raised in Eubocris would be defeated by a climb. One leg followed by the other swung out of the portal, and Silanos twisted so he faced back into his room, hands gripping the frame as his feet sought purchase against the colchian stone of the wall. He felt dizzy a moment, but blinked it away, he had been more tired than this before. And this might be his only chance for freedom. He wasn’t going to give it up so easily. The snick of his door opening had him look up in outraged disbelief - was nowhere sacred?! - before Silanos decided he was not going to stick around to tell the guard how fucking innapropriate that was, and quick as a flash, the Valaoritis lord began a rapid and spiderlike descent of the wall, being less careful than he ought.
It was to be a dream posting. When Daxos received the letter from Timaeus to guard Silanos, he was ecstatic. Why wouldn't he be? Watching a nobleman? That's a cake walk, that's easy money. That's the fast track to getting promoted. When briefed however, he could feel his enthusiasm slipping away. The way that Silanos was described to him epitomized everything that he hated about nobles. Decadent and lecherous, sneaky and conniving. He wondered to himself if this was really worth it.
He heard stories of his many previous escapes, too many to really keep track of. The heir to the house of Valaoritis, he was someone who needed protection, from himself as much as enemies. A ward who ran off without their bodyguard is often a target for those who would do their best to harm him, and he knew the Valaoritis family had enemies. Upon arriving to the location he rubbed his eyes together. He could tell the first week was to be a long, arduous, and worst of all, irritating.
Daxos was perplexed when he finally met the young nobleman, he didn't look too healthy. He could tell the young lord hadn't slept in a while, or at least not slept enough. He knew that look from being on campaigns, sometimes you'd only get a few hours of sleep a night for weeks on end. Immediately Silanos held disdained his new guard. He felt his fist clench tight when he rolled his eyes. "I'm here on your brother, the BARON'S orders." The side of his mouth twitched up.
The young lord announced his retirement to his bed, his arms stretching out and a loud audible yawn, commanding him to not bother him. He was about to let the young lord know that his brother explicitly stated that Silanos was NOT his boss, and that the only one who Daxos was to report to and listen to on all matters regarding Silanos was the Baron of Eubocris himself, but the young man slammed the door in his face. Daxos felt his face burn as he ground his teeth together, fists clenching and unclenching, this boy is going to get on my nerves.
He didn't know exactly what to do however, he did want to respect the man's privacy in his own bedchambers, no one would want someone to watch over them while they slept, but the Baron's direct orders were to watch him wherever he went. Daxos sighed to himself, calming his anger and composing himself, putting what he hoped would be an apologetic face, and opened the door, "I'm sorry Lord Sil-"
He saw the young lord's hands at the window, and they disappeared. Once again Daxos felt the fire rise up in his face, this little bastard. He rushed over to the edge of the window and peered out, seeing the young lord climb down and a quick pace. Despite the circumstances, he was impressed, Daxos was a hell of a climber, he could even climb for a few hours with all his military gear on his back with ease, but he was never quick. Silanos looked completely natural scaling down the side of the wall, and it was truly a sight to behold. Daxos began to descend himself, not as quickly as Silanos, and yelled angrily, "Lord Silanos! I am under strict orders from your brother! I will bring you back, make this easy on yourself!" He contemplated in his mind bashing the man child's skull in, a man like that would never make it as a soldier, nobles are so spoiled.
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It was to be a dream posting. When Daxos received the letter from Timaeus to guard Silanos, he was ecstatic. Why wouldn't he be? Watching a nobleman? That's a cake walk, that's easy money. That's the fast track to getting promoted. When briefed however, he could feel his enthusiasm slipping away. The way that Silanos was described to him epitomized everything that he hated about nobles. Decadent and lecherous, sneaky and conniving. He wondered to himself if this was really worth it.
He heard stories of his many previous escapes, too many to really keep track of. The heir to the house of Valaoritis, he was someone who needed protection, from himself as much as enemies. A ward who ran off without their bodyguard is often a target for those who would do their best to harm him, and he knew the Valaoritis family had enemies. Upon arriving to the location he rubbed his eyes together. He could tell the first week was to be a long, arduous, and worst of all, irritating.
Daxos was perplexed when he finally met the young nobleman, he didn't look too healthy. He could tell the young lord hadn't slept in a while, or at least not slept enough. He knew that look from being on campaigns, sometimes you'd only get a few hours of sleep a night for weeks on end. Immediately Silanos held disdained his new guard. He felt his fist clench tight when he rolled his eyes. "I'm here on your brother, the BARON'S orders." The side of his mouth twitched up.
The young lord announced his retirement to his bed, his arms stretching out and a loud audible yawn, commanding him to not bother him. He was about to let the young lord know that his brother explicitly stated that Silanos was NOT his boss, and that the only one who Daxos was to report to and listen to on all matters regarding Silanos was the Baron of Eubocris himself, but the young man slammed the door in his face. Daxos felt his face burn as he ground his teeth together, fists clenching and unclenching, this boy is going to get on my nerves.
He didn't know exactly what to do however, he did want to respect the man's privacy in his own bedchambers, no one would want someone to watch over them while they slept, but the Baron's direct orders were to watch him wherever he went. Daxos sighed to himself, calming his anger and composing himself, putting what he hoped would be an apologetic face, and opened the door, "I'm sorry Lord Sil-"
He saw the young lord's hands at the window, and they disappeared. Once again Daxos felt the fire rise up in his face, this little bastard. He rushed over to the edge of the window and peered out, seeing the young lord climb down and a quick pace. Despite the circumstances, he was impressed, Daxos was a hell of a climber, he could even climb for a few hours with all his military gear on his back with ease, but he was never quick. Silanos looked completely natural scaling down the side of the wall, and it was truly a sight to behold. Daxos began to descend himself, not as quickly as Silanos, and yelled angrily, "Lord Silanos! I am under strict orders from your brother! I will bring you back, make this easy on yourself!" He contemplated in his mind bashing the man child's skull in, a man like that would never make it as a soldier, nobles are so spoiled.
It was to be a dream posting. When Daxos received the letter from Timaeus to guard Silanos, he was ecstatic. Why wouldn't he be? Watching a nobleman? That's a cake walk, that's easy money. That's the fast track to getting promoted. When briefed however, he could feel his enthusiasm slipping away. The way that Silanos was described to him epitomized everything that he hated about nobles. Decadent and lecherous, sneaky and conniving. He wondered to himself if this was really worth it.
He heard stories of his many previous escapes, too many to really keep track of. The heir to the house of Valaoritis, he was someone who needed protection, from himself as much as enemies. A ward who ran off without their bodyguard is often a target for those who would do their best to harm him, and he knew the Valaoritis family had enemies. Upon arriving to the location he rubbed his eyes together. He could tell the first week was to be a long, arduous, and worst of all, irritating.
Daxos was perplexed when he finally met the young nobleman, he didn't look too healthy. He could tell the young lord hadn't slept in a while, or at least not slept enough. He knew that look from being on campaigns, sometimes you'd only get a few hours of sleep a night for weeks on end. Immediately Silanos held disdained his new guard. He felt his fist clench tight when he rolled his eyes. "I'm here on your brother, the BARON'S orders." The side of his mouth twitched up.
The young lord announced his retirement to his bed, his arms stretching out and a loud audible yawn, commanding him to not bother him. He was about to let the young lord know that his brother explicitly stated that Silanos was NOT his boss, and that the only one who Daxos was to report to and listen to on all matters regarding Silanos was the Baron of Eubocris himself, but the young man slammed the door in his face. Daxos felt his face burn as he ground his teeth together, fists clenching and unclenching, this boy is going to get on my nerves.
He didn't know exactly what to do however, he did want to respect the man's privacy in his own bedchambers, no one would want someone to watch over them while they slept, but the Baron's direct orders were to watch him wherever he went. Daxos sighed to himself, calming his anger and composing himself, putting what he hoped would be an apologetic face, and opened the door, "I'm sorry Lord Sil-"
He saw the young lord's hands at the window, and they disappeared. Once again Daxos felt the fire rise up in his face, this little bastard. He rushed over to the edge of the window and peered out, seeing the young lord climb down and a quick pace. Despite the circumstances, he was impressed, Daxos was a hell of a climber, he could even climb for a few hours with all his military gear on his back with ease, but he was never quick. Silanos looked completely natural scaling down the side of the wall, and it was truly a sight to behold. Daxos began to descend himself, not as quickly as Silanos, and yelled angrily, "Lord Silanos! I am under strict orders from your brother! I will bring you back, make this easy on yourself!" He contemplated in his mind bashing the man child's skull in, a man like that would never make it as a soldier, nobles are so spoiled.
There really hadn’t been much time for Sil to debate the wisdom of continuing his planned escape, rather he had seen the door open and gotten a brief glimpse of an unhappy face and then he was gone. It was a sloppy descent, he managed to scrape his knuckles with a misjudged reach, but it was the instinct to flee that made him travel faster than was sensible. Letting himself drop the last few feet to the ground, he glanced up at the window, breathing out a disbelieving ‘You cannot be serious’’ as he saw the soldier appear and look to be attempting to follow.
For a moment, Silanos hesitated. He hadn’t intended for this - he had just hoped to slip off quietly. This however, was going to cause issues. But he had a choice. Either he waited like a scolded pup for the guard to join him on the ground, admitting defeat. Or he made a run for it, and hoped the man was slow anddim-witted. He might have been more sensible about it if he were not so damned tired. Or maybe if he was not so fed up of being treated child, and then further annoyed at the fact that it drove him to acting like one.
Silanos ran.
With any luck, the guard would think better of his attempts to scale the wall, or maybe fall a few feet and decide the pursuit was not necessary. The young lord did not look back to check the man’s progress as he darted down the street and ducked off to his left, down a winding path between homes that led to the lower city. He didn’t even really know where he was heading, had thought he’d have more time to come up with a plan of action for his burst of freedom, and so Sil just looked to confuse his pursuer, turning off wherever he could.
His legs felt unsteady though, and he hadn’t even been running long before his breath was coming in short, fast gasps. Skidding to a halt, he ducked into a doorway, bracing his hand against the stone as he tried to catch his breath and steady the pounding of his heart.. “This is fucking ridiculous” he panted, to noone in particular. It couldn’t possibly end well either, Silanos was not stupid. This would be another black mark against his name, another thing Timaeus could throw at him when he was harping on about being irresponsible. Stupid fucking jobsworth of a guard.
His brief respite was just that, brief, because soon he could hear the thud of footsteps coming down the alleyway and with a mutinous shake of his head, Sil set off again, wasting what little energy he had in running onwards. If this fucker was going to chase him then he was not going to make it easy for him. Perhaps the only thing in his favour was that he knew the city...or at least had done, and it surely hadn’t changed that much. So the lord Valaoritis scrambled over a wall, and dropped down to the street on the other side, much to the surprise of the mule that was pulling a cart up the steep hill. For a moment, Silanos eyed the cart as a viable hiding place, but the toothless old crone tending to the mule put him off, and he skittered around it instead, weaving a little when it made his head swim.
Blinking the sensation of vertigo away, Silanos pushed into the centre of a group of people heading down toward the agora, lowered his head and tried to blend in, despite the fact that his shoulders heaved with each snatched breath and his raiment marked him out as the noble he was. In a moment they would pass by a little taverna and he could just duck in and get a drink. He felt like he’d earned it already.
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There really hadn’t been much time for Sil to debate the wisdom of continuing his planned escape, rather he had seen the door open and gotten a brief glimpse of an unhappy face and then he was gone. It was a sloppy descent, he managed to scrape his knuckles with a misjudged reach, but it was the instinct to flee that made him travel faster than was sensible. Letting himself drop the last few feet to the ground, he glanced up at the window, breathing out a disbelieving ‘You cannot be serious’’ as he saw the soldier appear and look to be attempting to follow.
For a moment, Silanos hesitated. He hadn’t intended for this - he had just hoped to slip off quietly. This however, was going to cause issues. But he had a choice. Either he waited like a scolded pup for the guard to join him on the ground, admitting defeat. Or he made a run for it, and hoped the man was slow anddim-witted. He might have been more sensible about it if he were not so damned tired. Or maybe if he was not so fed up of being treated child, and then further annoyed at the fact that it drove him to acting like one.
Silanos ran.
With any luck, the guard would think better of his attempts to scale the wall, or maybe fall a few feet and decide the pursuit was not necessary. The young lord did not look back to check the man’s progress as he darted down the street and ducked off to his left, down a winding path between homes that led to the lower city. He didn’t even really know where he was heading, had thought he’d have more time to come up with a plan of action for his burst of freedom, and so Sil just looked to confuse his pursuer, turning off wherever he could.
His legs felt unsteady though, and he hadn’t even been running long before his breath was coming in short, fast gasps. Skidding to a halt, he ducked into a doorway, bracing his hand against the stone as he tried to catch his breath and steady the pounding of his heart.. “This is fucking ridiculous” he panted, to noone in particular. It couldn’t possibly end well either, Silanos was not stupid. This would be another black mark against his name, another thing Timaeus could throw at him when he was harping on about being irresponsible. Stupid fucking jobsworth of a guard.
His brief respite was just that, brief, because soon he could hear the thud of footsteps coming down the alleyway and with a mutinous shake of his head, Sil set off again, wasting what little energy he had in running onwards. If this fucker was going to chase him then he was not going to make it easy for him. Perhaps the only thing in his favour was that he knew the city...or at least had done, and it surely hadn’t changed that much. So the lord Valaoritis scrambled over a wall, and dropped down to the street on the other side, much to the surprise of the mule that was pulling a cart up the steep hill. For a moment, Silanos eyed the cart as a viable hiding place, but the toothless old crone tending to the mule put him off, and he skittered around it instead, weaving a little when it made his head swim.
Blinking the sensation of vertigo away, Silanos pushed into the centre of a group of people heading down toward the agora, lowered his head and tried to blend in, despite the fact that his shoulders heaved with each snatched breath and his raiment marked him out as the noble he was. In a moment they would pass by a little taverna and he could just duck in and get a drink. He felt like he’d earned it already.
There really hadn’t been much time for Sil to debate the wisdom of continuing his planned escape, rather he had seen the door open and gotten a brief glimpse of an unhappy face and then he was gone. It was a sloppy descent, he managed to scrape his knuckles with a misjudged reach, but it was the instinct to flee that made him travel faster than was sensible. Letting himself drop the last few feet to the ground, he glanced up at the window, breathing out a disbelieving ‘You cannot be serious’’ as he saw the soldier appear and look to be attempting to follow.
For a moment, Silanos hesitated. He hadn’t intended for this - he had just hoped to slip off quietly. This however, was going to cause issues. But he had a choice. Either he waited like a scolded pup for the guard to join him on the ground, admitting defeat. Or he made a run for it, and hoped the man was slow anddim-witted. He might have been more sensible about it if he were not so damned tired. Or maybe if he was not so fed up of being treated child, and then further annoyed at the fact that it drove him to acting like one.
Silanos ran.
With any luck, the guard would think better of his attempts to scale the wall, or maybe fall a few feet and decide the pursuit was not necessary. The young lord did not look back to check the man’s progress as he darted down the street and ducked off to his left, down a winding path between homes that led to the lower city. He didn’t even really know where he was heading, had thought he’d have more time to come up with a plan of action for his burst of freedom, and so Sil just looked to confuse his pursuer, turning off wherever he could.
His legs felt unsteady though, and he hadn’t even been running long before his breath was coming in short, fast gasps. Skidding to a halt, he ducked into a doorway, bracing his hand against the stone as he tried to catch his breath and steady the pounding of his heart.. “This is fucking ridiculous” he panted, to noone in particular. It couldn’t possibly end well either, Silanos was not stupid. This would be another black mark against his name, another thing Timaeus could throw at him when he was harping on about being irresponsible. Stupid fucking jobsworth of a guard.
His brief respite was just that, brief, because soon he could hear the thud of footsteps coming down the alleyway and with a mutinous shake of his head, Sil set off again, wasting what little energy he had in running onwards. If this fucker was going to chase him then he was not going to make it easy for him. Perhaps the only thing in his favour was that he knew the city...or at least had done, and it surely hadn’t changed that much. So the lord Valaoritis scrambled over a wall, and dropped down to the street on the other side, much to the surprise of the mule that was pulling a cart up the steep hill. For a moment, Silanos eyed the cart as a viable hiding place, but the toothless old crone tending to the mule put him off, and he skittered around it instead, weaving a little when it made his head swim.
Blinking the sensation of vertigo away, Silanos pushed into the centre of a group of people heading down toward the agora, lowered his head and tried to blend in, despite the fact that his shoulders heaved with each snatched breath and his raiment marked him out as the noble he was. In a moment they would pass by a little taverna and he could just duck in and get a drink. He felt like he’d earned it already.
Daxos felt for solid holds all the way down the wall. As a native of Eubocris, as well as being the son of a stone mason, he took to climbing easily, if not a little slow. He often climbed with all his armor and equipment on his back, so there was no real doubt in his mind that he could climb down the wall. He just couldn't climb as quickly as someone who was clearly not as heavy as the large soldier. The only thing that was going on his mind was an intense burning anger towards the young lord. This is utterly ridiculous. I will bash his fucking skull in. He couldn't effectively look behind him as he heard Silanos run away from down below. This is not fucking good. If I find him... I'll... I'll.
He dropped the last five feet to the ground and spun instantly, his hair flipping in his face. Wiping the sweat off of his hands on his chiton he looked around for signs of the young lord. There were many people staring at him, but the closest was a small girl, around his daughters age, staring up at the large man with jaw agape. He knelt down to her catching his breath, "Hello there! My name is Daxos and I'm looking for a young man that just recently climbed down this wall. I really need to get him back here, or else we could both be in big BIG trouble. Do you know where he went?" Daxos smiled warmly at the girl. She stared at him with big brown eyes. She didn't speak, he assumed she was too shocked at the ridiculousness of it all, but she lifted a hand and pointed him in the direction that Silanos had ran. "Thank you so much! You have a lovely day!" He tussled her hair some, before jogging off in the direction that she had pointed him in.
His feet pounded on the street below him, he could feel his armor bouncing on his body, his short sword slapping against his thigh. Many times he thought about using it on the man child, what in Tartarus does he expect to accomplish? As he made his way through the streets he saw a few people looking down an alleyway with concerned expressions on their faces. "MOVE!" He yelled ferociously, and the people moved out of his way, just in time to see Silanos run out at the other end.
I better get a fucking promotion for this, Daxos thought to himself, irritated at the young lord for leading him on this wild goose chase. This was not worth his current pay rate. He burst through the other side of the alley and looked out on ahead, seeing the cart in front of him and immediately looked inside.
"Hey sonny! Stay out of there!" he heard the old crone cry out.
Daxos didn't bother with a response. He had a man child to catch. His eyes scanned the area around him, trying his best to pick out where he could have gone. Despair fell upon him when he couldn't see him after a few moments, fuck Timaeus is going to kill me! He did one last glance and noticed a man with much nicer clothing than the rest of the people around him. His head was ducked down and was obviously not trying to be seen. I gotchu you son of a bitch.
He sprinted at full speed towards the group of people, the sound of his heavy footsteps turning many eyes to see him. A few in the crowd turned to see him barreling towards them and two jumped out of the way. Lowering his shoulder he slammed into Silanos, picked him up, and threw him over his shoulder, "You insufferable nobleman! I cannot believe I have to go through this! I'm just trying to do my job and get paid!" Daxos panted hard, his face bright red, he did not like sprinting. He's dangerous over cross country, but wasted on short distances.
"Unhand him you brute!" Daxos heard a voice cry out from behind him. He turned and saw a very angry looking ground of people walking towards him.
"No! You don't understand! I'm trying to-" Daxos began, but immediately he was swarmed by multiple people and he had to let the young lord down. "I'm under orders from Baron Timaeus to guard him! I'm just making sure he gets back to his home!" The crowd didn't seem to have it. Now thoroughly distracted by the crowd jostling him around, he reached into his chiton and pulled out the letter that Timaeus had sent him, "Look! Right here! I have the authority to return him to his home! This is legit!" A more well off member of the crowd, a merchant, Daxos surmised, snatched it from his hand and began to read it aloud.
The further down he went his voice got quieter and quieter, until he finally saw Tim's signature and stamp. It must have dawned on the man that Daxos was telling the truth. He returned it to Daxos and proclaimed, "This man speaks the truth! Sorry to have interrupted your duty."
"You're damn right! You should be sorry!" Daxos's face was blood red, he could feel his fists clenching and unclenching, itching to sock the merchant in front of him, but he knew that would lead to nothing but trouble. He turned to where he had set the man child down, only to see that he was gone. His anger faded and was replaced by a sinking feeling in his stomach, fucking hell... Where is he now? He looked around but could not see the young lord. This was not good for him. He knew that if he was to find him, he would more than likely hurt him, probably more than he already has. This is going to be a long day...
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Daxos felt for solid holds all the way down the wall. As a native of Eubocris, as well as being the son of a stone mason, he took to climbing easily, if not a little slow. He often climbed with all his armor and equipment on his back, so there was no real doubt in his mind that he could climb down the wall. He just couldn't climb as quickly as someone who was clearly not as heavy as the large soldier. The only thing that was going on his mind was an intense burning anger towards the young lord. This is utterly ridiculous. I will bash his fucking skull in. He couldn't effectively look behind him as he heard Silanos run away from down below. This is not fucking good. If I find him... I'll... I'll.
He dropped the last five feet to the ground and spun instantly, his hair flipping in his face. Wiping the sweat off of his hands on his chiton he looked around for signs of the young lord. There were many people staring at him, but the closest was a small girl, around his daughters age, staring up at the large man with jaw agape. He knelt down to her catching his breath, "Hello there! My name is Daxos and I'm looking for a young man that just recently climbed down this wall. I really need to get him back here, or else we could both be in big BIG trouble. Do you know where he went?" Daxos smiled warmly at the girl. She stared at him with big brown eyes. She didn't speak, he assumed she was too shocked at the ridiculousness of it all, but she lifted a hand and pointed him in the direction that Silanos had ran. "Thank you so much! You have a lovely day!" He tussled her hair some, before jogging off in the direction that she had pointed him in.
His feet pounded on the street below him, he could feel his armor bouncing on his body, his short sword slapping against his thigh. Many times he thought about using it on the man child, what in Tartarus does he expect to accomplish? As he made his way through the streets he saw a few people looking down an alleyway with concerned expressions on their faces. "MOVE!" He yelled ferociously, and the people moved out of his way, just in time to see Silanos run out at the other end.
I better get a fucking promotion for this, Daxos thought to himself, irritated at the young lord for leading him on this wild goose chase. This was not worth his current pay rate. He burst through the other side of the alley and looked out on ahead, seeing the cart in front of him and immediately looked inside.
"Hey sonny! Stay out of there!" he heard the old crone cry out.
Daxos didn't bother with a response. He had a man child to catch. His eyes scanned the area around him, trying his best to pick out where he could have gone. Despair fell upon him when he couldn't see him after a few moments, fuck Timaeus is going to kill me! He did one last glance and noticed a man with much nicer clothing than the rest of the people around him. His head was ducked down and was obviously not trying to be seen. I gotchu you son of a bitch.
He sprinted at full speed towards the group of people, the sound of his heavy footsteps turning many eyes to see him. A few in the crowd turned to see him barreling towards them and two jumped out of the way. Lowering his shoulder he slammed into Silanos, picked him up, and threw him over his shoulder, "You insufferable nobleman! I cannot believe I have to go through this! I'm just trying to do my job and get paid!" Daxos panted hard, his face bright red, he did not like sprinting. He's dangerous over cross country, but wasted on short distances.
"Unhand him you brute!" Daxos heard a voice cry out from behind him. He turned and saw a very angry looking ground of people walking towards him.
"No! You don't understand! I'm trying to-" Daxos began, but immediately he was swarmed by multiple people and he had to let the young lord down. "I'm under orders from Baron Timaeus to guard him! I'm just making sure he gets back to his home!" The crowd didn't seem to have it. Now thoroughly distracted by the crowd jostling him around, he reached into his chiton and pulled out the letter that Timaeus had sent him, "Look! Right here! I have the authority to return him to his home! This is legit!" A more well off member of the crowd, a merchant, Daxos surmised, snatched it from his hand and began to read it aloud.
The further down he went his voice got quieter and quieter, until he finally saw Tim's signature and stamp. It must have dawned on the man that Daxos was telling the truth. He returned it to Daxos and proclaimed, "This man speaks the truth! Sorry to have interrupted your duty."
"You're damn right! You should be sorry!" Daxos's face was blood red, he could feel his fists clenching and unclenching, itching to sock the merchant in front of him, but he knew that would lead to nothing but trouble. He turned to where he had set the man child down, only to see that he was gone. His anger faded and was replaced by a sinking feeling in his stomach, fucking hell... Where is he now? He looked around but could not see the young lord. This was not good for him. He knew that if he was to find him, he would more than likely hurt him, probably more than he already has. This is going to be a long day...
Daxos felt for solid holds all the way down the wall. As a native of Eubocris, as well as being the son of a stone mason, he took to climbing easily, if not a little slow. He often climbed with all his armor and equipment on his back, so there was no real doubt in his mind that he could climb down the wall. He just couldn't climb as quickly as someone who was clearly not as heavy as the large soldier. The only thing that was going on his mind was an intense burning anger towards the young lord. This is utterly ridiculous. I will bash his fucking skull in. He couldn't effectively look behind him as he heard Silanos run away from down below. This is not fucking good. If I find him... I'll... I'll.
He dropped the last five feet to the ground and spun instantly, his hair flipping in his face. Wiping the sweat off of his hands on his chiton he looked around for signs of the young lord. There were many people staring at him, but the closest was a small girl, around his daughters age, staring up at the large man with jaw agape. He knelt down to her catching his breath, "Hello there! My name is Daxos and I'm looking for a young man that just recently climbed down this wall. I really need to get him back here, or else we could both be in big BIG trouble. Do you know where he went?" Daxos smiled warmly at the girl. She stared at him with big brown eyes. She didn't speak, he assumed she was too shocked at the ridiculousness of it all, but she lifted a hand and pointed him in the direction that Silanos had ran. "Thank you so much! You have a lovely day!" He tussled her hair some, before jogging off in the direction that she had pointed him in.
His feet pounded on the street below him, he could feel his armor bouncing on his body, his short sword slapping against his thigh. Many times he thought about using it on the man child, what in Tartarus does he expect to accomplish? As he made his way through the streets he saw a few people looking down an alleyway with concerned expressions on their faces. "MOVE!" He yelled ferociously, and the people moved out of his way, just in time to see Silanos run out at the other end.
I better get a fucking promotion for this, Daxos thought to himself, irritated at the young lord for leading him on this wild goose chase. This was not worth his current pay rate. He burst through the other side of the alley and looked out on ahead, seeing the cart in front of him and immediately looked inside.
"Hey sonny! Stay out of there!" he heard the old crone cry out.
Daxos didn't bother with a response. He had a man child to catch. His eyes scanned the area around him, trying his best to pick out where he could have gone. Despair fell upon him when he couldn't see him after a few moments, fuck Timaeus is going to kill me! He did one last glance and noticed a man with much nicer clothing than the rest of the people around him. His head was ducked down and was obviously not trying to be seen. I gotchu you son of a bitch.
He sprinted at full speed towards the group of people, the sound of his heavy footsteps turning many eyes to see him. A few in the crowd turned to see him barreling towards them and two jumped out of the way. Lowering his shoulder he slammed into Silanos, picked him up, and threw him over his shoulder, "You insufferable nobleman! I cannot believe I have to go through this! I'm just trying to do my job and get paid!" Daxos panted hard, his face bright red, he did not like sprinting. He's dangerous over cross country, but wasted on short distances.
"Unhand him you brute!" Daxos heard a voice cry out from behind him. He turned and saw a very angry looking ground of people walking towards him.
"No! You don't understand! I'm trying to-" Daxos began, but immediately he was swarmed by multiple people and he had to let the young lord down. "I'm under orders from Baron Timaeus to guard him! I'm just making sure he gets back to his home!" The crowd didn't seem to have it. Now thoroughly distracted by the crowd jostling him around, he reached into his chiton and pulled out the letter that Timaeus had sent him, "Look! Right here! I have the authority to return him to his home! This is legit!" A more well off member of the crowd, a merchant, Daxos surmised, snatched it from his hand and began to read it aloud.
The further down he went his voice got quieter and quieter, until he finally saw Tim's signature and stamp. It must have dawned on the man that Daxos was telling the truth. He returned it to Daxos and proclaimed, "This man speaks the truth! Sorry to have interrupted your duty."
"You're damn right! You should be sorry!" Daxos's face was blood red, he could feel his fists clenching and unclenching, itching to sock the merchant in front of him, but he knew that would lead to nothing but trouble. He turned to where he had set the man child down, only to see that he was gone. His anger faded and was replaced by a sinking feeling in his stomach, fucking hell... Where is he now? He looked around but could not see the young lord. This was not good for him. He knew that if he was to find him, he would more than likely hurt him, probably more than he already has. This is going to be a long day...
The man wasn’t that slow, as it turned out. Silanos had barely fallen into step with the group heading toward the agora when the sound of heavy footsteps had him turn to cast a glance over his shoulder. He had time for his eyes to widen as he saw the soldier come barreling towards him, and he extended his arms in some misguided attempt to fend him off.
Right before he was hit by a battering ram.
Sil’s breath left him in a whoosh as Daxos’s drove his shoulder into his midsection, a pained grunt accompanying the sensation. He staggered, would have fallen backwards were it not for the fact that the man’s arms had come around him and before he had chance to realise it, the young Lord Valaoritis found himself lifted bodily from the floor.
Stunned and still fighting to catch some breath, it took him a moment to process the sudden change in orientation, he was staring at the ground and he couldn't quite fathom why. And when he did, Sil began to struggle, ignoring the burning pain that ripped up his side when he did, outrage giving him a renewed burst of energy. “ Put….me…..down!” His wheezing protest was almost lost in some surrounding kerfuffle, but the lord could not complain, for it seemed the people of Midas were rising up his defence. He was oddly touched for a moment, until the world twisted around him again and he was deposited on his feet, looking a little pale and shaken as he gaze tracked between the guard who had manhandled him so, and the gathered crows who seemed to be berating him for it.
Sil’s legs felt like jelly, and he bent forward a little, a deep ache in his abdomen making itself known. He thought for one terrible moment he was going to hurl, but he didn’t have time. He didn’t have time. The stupid guard was reaching for that stupid fucking letter and any minute now this crowd of peasants would stop hindering him and Silanos was not just going to wait around for that.
He pushed between the two men standing closest to him, stumbling a little and with one arm wrapped about himself. His head was pounding, not liking the rapid shifts in orientation, and Sil wouldn’t be surprised if the brute hadn't mashed up a couple of his ribs with that tackle. Fucking moron.
The door to the taverna was blessedly close, and the lord fell through it like it was the gate to the Elysian Fields themselves. He paused just inside and wondered if he could actually make it the few steps to a table. Gods he needed to sleep. But he made it, on legs unsteady as newborn colt and beckoned for the barkeep to bring him wine. The man looked at the sickly looking Lord doubtfully for a moment, but Silanos’ slapped a couple of silver on the table and it was enough to have him hurry off, only to return a moment later with a jug of wine and an obsequious bow.
Sil waved him off and leant back in his seat, wincing as he did so. “ Be a good fellow and just wake me up if I fall asleep won't you” he muttered, ignoring the feeling of nausea and taking a gulp of wine. There was a persistent throbbing in his side now that made it hurt to breathe, and he was more angry than he could say at how pointless this all was. This couldn’t go on. Timaeus could not seriously expect him to exist within the cramped confines of their home indefinitely. He supposed he didn't have long before his damnable jailor reappeared, but Silanos would hang onto these moments of freedom as long as he could, and he took another swig of wine, cradling the cup in front of him, whilst his other hand pressed against his ribs, the hot and sharp pain that sung from them.He'd get the idiot fired for this if it was the last thing he did.
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The man wasn’t that slow, as it turned out. Silanos had barely fallen into step with the group heading toward the agora when the sound of heavy footsteps had him turn to cast a glance over his shoulder. He had time for his eyes to widen as he saw the soldier come barreling towards him, and he extended his arms in some misguided attempt to fend him off.
Right before he was hit by a battering ram.
Sil’s breath left him in a whoosh as Daxos’s drove his shoulder into his midsection, a pained grunt accompanying the sensation. He staggered, would have fallen backwards were it not for the fact that the man’s arms had come around him and before he had chance to realise it, the young Lord Valaoritis found himself lifted bodily from the floor.
Stunned and still fighting to catch some breath, it took him a moment to process the sudden change in orientation, he was staring at the ground and he couldn't quite fathom why. And when he did, Sil began to struggle, ignoring the burning pain that ripped up his side when he did, outrage giving him a renewed burst of energy. “ Put….me…..down!” His wheezing protest was almost lost in some surrounding kerfuffle, but the lord could not complain, for it seemed the people of Midas were rising up his defence. He was oddly touched for a moment, until the world twisted around him again and he was deposited on his feet, looking a little pale and shaken as he gaze tracked between the guard who had manhandled him so, and the gathered crows who seemed to be berating him for it.
Sil’s legs felt like jelly, and he bent forward a little, a deep ache in his abdomen making itself known. He thought for one terrible moment he was going to hurl, but he didn’t have time. He didn’t have time. The stupid guard was reaching for that stupid fucking letter and any minute now this crowd of peasants would stop hindering him and Silanos was not just going to wait around for that.
He pushed between the two men standing closest to him, stumbling a little and with one arm wrapped about himself. His head was pounding, not liking the rapid shifts in orientation, and Sil wouldn’t be surprised if the brute hadn't mashed up a couple of his ribs with that tackle. Fucking moron.
The door to the taverna was blessedly close, and the lord fell through it like it was the gate to the Elysian Fields themselves. He paused just inside and wondered if he could actually make it the few steps to a table. Gods he needed to sleep. But he made it, on legs unsteady as newborn colt and beckoned for the barkeep to bring him wine. The man looked at the sickly looking Lord doubtfully for a moment, but Silanos’ slapped a couple of silver on the table and it was enough to have him hurry off, only to return a moment later with a jug of wine and an obsequious bow.
Sil waved him off and leant back in his seat, wincing as he did so. “ Be a good fellow and just wake me up if I fall asleep won't you” he muttered, ignoring the feeling of nausea and taking a gulp of wine. There was a persistent throbbing in his side now that made it hurt to breathe, and he was more angry than he could say at how pointless this all was. This couldn’t go on. Timaeus could not seriously expect him to exist within the cramped confines of their home indefinitely. He supposed he didn't have long before his damnable jailor reappeared, but Silanos would hang onto these moments of freedom as long as he could, and he took another swig of wine, cradling the cup in front of him, whilst his other hand pressed against his ribs, the hot and sharp pain that sung from them.He'd get the idiot fired for this if it was the last thing he did.
The man wasn’t that slow, as it turned out. Silanos had barely fallen into step with the group heading toward the agora when the sound of heavy footsteps had him turn to cast a glance over his shoulder. He had time for his eyes to widen as he saw the soldier come barreling towards him, and he extended his arms in some misguided attempt to fend him off.
Right before he was hit by a battering ram.
Sil’s breath left him in a whoosh as Daxos’s drove his shoulder into his midsection, a pained grunt accompanying the sensation. He staggered, would have fallen backwards were it not for the fact that the man’s arms had come around him and before he had chance to realise it, the young Lord Valaoritis found himself lifted bodily from the floor.
Stunned and still fighting to catch some breath, it took him a moment to process the sudden change in orientation, he was staring at the ground and he couldn't quite fathom why. And when he did, Sil began to struggle, ignoring the burning pain that ripped up his side when he did, outrage giving him a renewed burst of energy. “ Put….me…..down!” His wheezing protest was almost lost in some surrounding kerfuffle, but the lord could not complain, for it seemed the people of Midas were rising up his defence. He was oddly touched for a moment, until the world twisted around him again and he was deposited on his feet, looking a little pale and shaken as he gaze tracked between the guard who had manhandled him so, and the gathered crows who seemed to be berating him for it.
Sil’s legs felt like jelly, and he bent forward a little, a deep ache in his abdomen making itself known. He thought for one terrible moment he was going to hurl, but he didn’t have time. He didn’t have time. The stupid guard was reaching for that stupid fucking letter and any minute now this crowd of peasants would stop hindering him and Silanos was not just going to wait around for that.
He pushed between the two men standing closest to him, stumbling a little and with one arm wrapped about himself. His head was pounding, not liking the rapid shifts in orientation, and Sil wouldn’t be surprised if the brute hadn't mashed up a couple of his ribs with that tackle. Fucking moron.
The door to the taverna was blessedly close, and the lord fell through it like it was the gate to the Elysian Fields themselves. He paused just inside and wondered if he could actually make it the few steps to a table. Gods he needed to sleep. But he made it, on legs unsteady as newborn colt and beckoned for the barkeep to bring him wine. The man looked at the sickly looking Lord doubtfully for a moment, but Silanos’ slapped a couple of silver on the table and it was enough to have him hurry off, only to return a moment later with a jug of wine and an obsequious bow.
Sil waved him off and leant back in his seat, wincing as he did so. “ Be a good fellow and just wake me up if I fall asleep won't you” he muttered, ignoring the feeling of nausea and taking a gulp of wine. There was a persistent throbbing in his side now that made it hurt to breathe, and he was more angry than he could say at how pointless this all was. This couldn’t go on. Timaeus could not seriously expect him to exist within the cramped confines of their home indefinitely. He supposed he didn't have long before his damnable jailor reappeared, but Silanos would hang onto these moments of freedom as long as he could, and he took another swig of wine, cradling the cup in front of him, whilst his other hand pressed against his ribs, the hot and sharp pain that sung from them.He'd get the idiot fired for this if it was the last thing he did.
You've got to be fucking kidding me! Daxos started to push aside some of the onlookers as his chest was pounding. He scanned the surrounding area intently for the young lord, but to no avail. His mind raced, thinking of all the ways that the baron was going to murder him. By filleting him. Hanging. Dismemberment. Decapitation. Many other horrible ways of pain that start with the letter d, but Daxos couldn't really think of any. He was truly in a panic mode.
"Did anyone see where the young lord went?" He called out loudly to the crowd, but no one had seem to notice where he went. Immediately he ran to the closest alley and peered down. A man laying on the street, more than likely a beggar judging by how filthy he was looked up at him, "Did you see a young man in noble clothing run down here?"
"I cannot remember there. But maybe if you gave me a little something..." The beggar trailed off, tapping a bowl he had next to him. It was clearly extortion, and if Daxos wasn't in such a predicament he would have slapped the man for suggesting him to pay, but now was not the time. He threw a coin to the man. "I saw a young man in noble clothing run down this way yes."
Daxos nodded and took off, his feet pounding on the street below him. Bursting out of the other end of the alley he looked around frantically, eyes scanning all around him, and he saw very few people in this area. A frog formed in his throat, and his mouth became dry. This son of a bitch... I'll fucking kill him. I swear.
Over the next couple hours Daxos ran wildly through the streets looking for him, doing his best to locate the man. He shouldn't have been able to get to far, he thought frantically, his body covered in sweat, heaving uncontrollably. His chiton was covered in sweat sticking to his body. The sun above had started to set, and the warm glow of the sky did nothing to calm his thrashing heart. Each minute he felt panic rise and rise in his chest, he felt his breathing become ragged.
What will happen to Calista? He slumped down against a wall, thoughts of his daughter growing up without a father raced through his mind. It was bad enough that she's going to grow up with out a mother, now without a father? He could feel the emotion build up behind his eyes, but a voice popped into his head, Don't you dare cry like a woman! It's a man's job to be there for a woman when she cries. It was something his mother said to him when he was younger in response to when he broke his arm. He took her wisdom to heart then, and now it came flooding back.
He collected himself, calming his heart and breathing, and stood up. His eyes became cold and calm, he felt a strange catharsis come over him. I will not die for his folly. The baron seems like a decent man, he'll just punish Silanos more... unless he dies... Daxos shook the thought from his head and pondered, where would the man child go?
He recollected all the young lord's previous escape attempts and anything else he learned. He'd heard that he'd escaped to be with women before, in fact that's what got him into this mess. Daxos tore the thought from his mind, he probably wouldn't escape to just have a dalliance with some common whore. He knew Silanos had an affinity for opiates and alcohol. There was a tavern nearby! It dawned on him that the young lord had just slipped inside to get a drink and escape from him. Daxos sighed to himself as he made his way back there.
Standing in front of the establishment he could have hit himself for how simple the solution to his problem actually was. If I had just thought about this fool and his problems before hand... He pushed open the door to the tavern and stepped inside. Immediately he was hit by sounds of merriment, cursing, and general talk. The smell of cooked food wafted into his nose and he felt his stomach grumble. He had been running around after this man for so long, he hadn't been able to eat anything for quite some time.
Looking around, he spotted the young lord slumped over at a table, mug in hand, face buried in his arm. In this moment, Daxos felt pity. He had heard that the young lord had issues with sleep, but he didn't understand the extent of it. Was this him drinking himself to oblivion? Or was he just too exhausted from the day that he had passed out? He wasn't sure. He noticed the barkeep had made his way to Silanos when he saw his new patron.
He immediately noted the soldier's large physique, looked slightly frightened as he weaved his way to Daxos. He stammered slightly, "What can I do for you soldier?" The barkeep noticed him covered in sweat, face slightly red, "could I perhaps get you a drink?"
"Indeed, good sir, a mug of wine for me. Also, if you perhaps bring me whatever it is that is cooking right now, as it smells delicious." Daxos pulled out a couple silver pieces and handed it to the man. He scurried off behind the counter to get the food, and Daxos stepped up to the table at with Silanos was passed out.
He contemplated waking the man child up, but decided against it. It was better to let him rest, maybe it would make him more reasonable, than to wake him and have him be even more irritated that before. Instead he sat down across from him and waited for his food and drink.
Moments later, the barkeep arrived looking confused and slightly agitated, "I don't think you should sit here sir. That man's a nobleman. In fact I need to wake him." The barkeep sat the food and drink down and began to reach towards the young lord when Daxos shot his hand out to him. "Sir!?" The barkeeps voice raised in fright.
"This man is Silanos of Valaoritis, and I am his personal bodyguard as dictated by his older brother, Timaeus of Valaoritis, Baron of Eubocris. Here I have a letter from the Baron himself," Daxos produced the letter and handed it to the barkeep, "stating that I am to keep watch over him. Now the young lord is definitely tired, and I wish for him to rest. Be assured, I will not harm him. I will handle the young lord, you can handle the rest of the patrons." The barkeep read the letter and nodded, scurrying away after handing it back to Daxos.
Daxos slowly began to eat, savoring each bite as he stared down the young lord. If you were an enemy of Eubocris I would slay you were you slept, fucking man child. After finishing his food he leaned back in his chair, sipping quietly on his mug as he waited for the young lord to wake up from his nap, contemplating looking for the beggar and knocking sense into him after this was all over.
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You've got to be fucking kidding me! Daxos started to push aside some of the onlookers as his chest was pounding. He scanned the surrounding area intently for the young lord, but to no avail. His mind raced, thinking of all the ways that the baron was going to murder him. By filleting him. Hanging. Dismemberment. Decapitation. Many other horrible ways of pain that start with the letter d, but Daxos couldn't really think of any. He was truly in a panic mode.
"Did anyone see where the young lord went?" He called out loudly to the crowd, but no one had seem to notice where he went. Immediately he ran to the closest alley and peered down. A man laying on the street, more than likely a beggar judging by how filthy he was looked up at him, "Did you see a young man in noble clothing run down here?"
"I cannot remember there. But maybe if you gave me a little something..." The beggar trailed off, tapping a bowl he had next to him. It was clearly extortion, and if Daxos wasn't in such a predicament he would have slapped the man for suggesting him to pay, but now was not the time. He threw a coin to the man. "I saw a young man in noble clothing run down this way yes."
Daxos nodded and took off, his feet pounding on the street below him. Bursting out of the other end of the alley he looked around frantically, eyes scanning all around him, and he saw very few people in this area. A frog formed in his throat, and his mouth became dry. This son of a bitch... I'll fucking kill him. I swear.
Over the next couple hours Daxos ran wildly through the streets looking for him, doing his best to locate the man. He shouldn't have been able to get to far, he thought frantically, his body covered in sweat, heaving uncontrollably. His chiton was covered in sweat sticking to his body. The sun above had started to set, and the warm glow of the sky did nothing to calm his thrashing heart. Each minute he felt panic rise and rise in his chest, he felt his breathing become ragged.
What will happen to Calista? He slumped down against a wall, thoughts of his daughter growing up without a father raced through his mind. It was bad enough that she's going to grow up with out a mother, now without a father? He could feel the emotion build up behind his eyes, but a voice popped into his head, Don't you dare cry like a woman! It's a man's job to be there for a woman when she cries. It was something his mother said to him when he was younger in response to when he broke his arm. He took her wisdom to heart then, and now it came flooding back.
He collected himself, calming his heart and breathing, and stood up. His eyes became cold and calm, he felt a strange catharsis come over him. I will not die for his folly. The baron seems like a decent man, he'll just punish Silanos more... unless he dies... Daxos shook the thought from his head and pondered, where would the man child go?
He recollected all the young lord's previous escape attempts and anything else he learned. He'd heard that he'd escaped to be with women before, in fact that's what got him into this mess. Daxos tore the thought from his mind, he probably wouldn't escape to just have a dalliance with some common whore. He knew Silanos had an affinity for opiates and alcohol. There was a tavern nearby! It dawned on him that the young lord had just slipped inside to get a drink and escape from him. Daxos sighed to himself as he made his way back there.
Standing in front of the establishment he could have hit himself for how simple the solution to his problem actually was. If I had just thought about this fool and his problems before hand... He pushed open the door to the tavern and stepped inside. Immediately he was hit by sounds of merriment, cursing, and general talk. The smell of cooked food wafted into his nose and he felt his stomach grumble. He had been running around after this man for so long, he hadn't been able to eat anything for quite some time.
Looking around, he spotted the young lord slumped over at a table, mug in hand, face buried in his arm. In this moment, Daxos felt pity. He had heard that the young lord had issues with sleep, but he didn't understand the extent of it. Was this him drinking himself to oblivion? Or was he just too exhausted from the day that he had passed out? He wasn't sure. He noticed the barkeep had made his way to Silanos when he saw his new patron.
He immediately noted the soldier's large physique, looked slightly frightened as he weaved his way to Daxos. He stammered slightly, "What can I do for you soldier?" The barkeep noticed him covered in sweat, face slightly red, "could I perhaps get you a drink?"
"Indeed, good sir, a mug of wine for me. Also, if you perhaps bring me whatever it is that is cooking right now, as it smells delicious." Daxos pulled out a couple silver pieces and handed it to the man. He scurried off behind the counter to get the food, and Daxos stepped up to the table at with Silanos was passed out.
He contemplated waking the man child up, but decided against it. It was better to let him rest, maybe it would make him more reasonable, than to wake him and have him be even more irritated that before. Instead he sat down across from him and waited for his food and drink.
Moments later, the barkeep arrived looking confused and slightly agitated, "I don't think you should sit here sir. That man's a nobleman. In fact I need to wake him." The barkeep sat the food and drink down and began to reach towards the young lord when Daxos shot his hand out to him. "Sir!?" The barkeeps voice raised in fright.
"This man is Silanos of Valaoritis, and I am his personal bodyguard as dictated by his older brother, Timaeus of Valaoritis, Baron of Eubocris. Here I have a letter from the Baron himself," Daxos produced the letter and handed it to the barkeep, "stating that I am to keep watch over him. Now the young lord is definitely tired, and I wish for him to rest. Be assured, I will not harm him. I will handle the young lord, you can handle the rest of the patrons." The barkeep read the letter and nodded, scurrying away after handing it back to Daxos.
Daxos slowly began to eat, savoring each bite as he stared down the young lord. If you were an enemy of Eubocris I would slay you were you slept, fucking man child. After finishing his food he leaned back in his chair, sipping quietly on his mug as he waited for the young lord to wake up from his nap, contemplating looking for the beggar and knocking sense into him after this was all over.
You've got to be fucking kidding me! Daxos started to push aside some of the onlookers as his chest was pounding. He scanned the surrounding area intently for the young lord, but to no avail. His mind raced, thinking of all the ways that the baron was going to murder him. By filleting him. Hanging. Dismemberment. Decapitation. Many other horrible ways of pain that start with the letter d, but Daxos couldn't really think of any. He was truly in a panic mode.
"Did anyone see where the young lord went?" He called out loudly to the crowd, but no one had seem to notice where he went. Immediately he ran to the closest alley and peered down. A man laying on the street, more than likely a beggar judging by how filthy he was looked up at him, "Did you see a young man in noble clothing run down here?"
"I cannot remember there. But maybe if you gave me a little something..." The beggar trailed off, tapping a bowl he had next to him. It was clearly extortion, and if Daxos wasn't in such a predicament he would have slapped the man for suggesting him to pay, but now was not the time. He threw a coin to the man. "I saw a young man in noble clothing run down this way yes."
Daxos nodded and took off, his feet pounding on the street below him. Bursting out of the other end of the alley he looked around frantically, eyes scanning all around him, and he saw very few people in this area. A frog formed in his throat, and his mouth became dry. This son of a bitch... I'll fucking kill him. I swear.
Over the next couple hours Daxos ran wildly through the streets looking for him, doing his best to locate the man. He shouldn't have been able to get to far, he thought frantically, his body covered in sweat, heaving uncontrollably. His chiton was covered in sweat sticking to his body. The sun above had started to set, and the warm glow of the sky did nothing to calm his thrashing heart. Each minute he felt panic rise and rise in his chest, he felt his breathing become ragged.
What will happen to Calista? He slumped down against a wall, thoughts of his daughter growing up without a father raced through his mind. It was bad enough that she's going to grow up with out a mother, now without a father? He could feel the emotion build up behind his eyes, but a voice popped into his head, Don't you dare cry like a woman! It's a man's job to be there for a woman when she cries. It was something his mother said to him when he was younger in response to when he broke his arm. He took her wisdom to heart then, and now it came flooding back.
He collected himself, calming his heart and breathing, and stood up. His eyes became cold and calm, he felt a strange catharsis come over him. I will not die for his folly. The baron seems like a decent man, he'll just punish Silanos more... unless he dies... Daxos shook the thought from his head and pondered, where would the man child go?
He recollected all the young lord's previous escape attempts and anything else he learned. He'd heard that he'd escaped to be with women before, in fact that's what got him into this mess. Daxos tore the thought from his mind, he probably wouldn't escape to just have a dalliance with some common whore. He knew Silanos had an affinity for opiates and alcohol. There was a tavern nearby! It dawned on him that the young lord had just slipped inside to get a drink and escape from him. Daxos sighed to himself as he made his way back there.
Standing in front of the establishment he could have hit himself for how simple the solution to his problem actually was. If I had just thought about this fool and his problems before hand... He pushed open the door to the tavern and stepped inside. Immediately he was hit by sounds of merriment, cursing, and general talk. The smell of cooked food wafted into his nose and he felt his stomach grumble. He had been running around after this man for so long, he hadn't been able to eat anything for quite some time.
Looking around, he spotted the young lord slumped over at a table, mug in hand, face buried in his arm. In this moment, Daxos felt pity. He had heard that the young lord had issues with sleep, but he didn't understand the extent of it. Was this him drinking himself to oblivion? Or was he just too exhausted from the day that he had passed out? He wasn't sure. He noticed the barkeep had made his way to Silanos when he saw his new patron.
He immediately noted the soldier's large physique, looked slightly frightened as he weaved his way to Daxos. He stammered slightly, "What can I do for you soldier?" The barkeep noticed him covered in sweat, face slightly red, "could I perhaps get you a drink?"
"Indeed, good sir, a mug of wine for me. Also, if you perhaps bring me whatever it is that is cooking right now, as it smells delicious." Daxos pulled out a couple silver pieces and handed it to the man. He scurried off behind the counter to get the food, and Daxos stepped up to the table at with Silanos was passed out.
He contemplated waking the man child up, but decided against it. It was better to let him rest, maybe it would make him more reasonable, than to wake him and have him be even more irritated that before. Instead he sat down across from him and waited for his food and drink.
Moments later, the barkeep arrived looking confused and slightly agitated, "I don't think you should sit here sir. That man's a nobleman. In fact I need to wake him." The barkeep sat the food and drink down and began to reach towards the young lord when Daxos shot his hand out to him. "Sir!?" The barkeeps voice raised in fright.
"This man is Silanos of Valaoritis, and I am his personal bodyguard as dictated by his older brother, Timaeus of Valaoritis, Baron of Eubocris. Here I have a letter from the Baron himself," Daxos produced the letter and handed it to the barkeep, "stating that I am to keep watch over him. Now the young lord is definitely tired, and I wish for him to rest. Be assured, I will not harm him. I will handle the young lord, you can handle the rest of the patrons." The barkeep read the letter and nodded, scurrying away after handing it back to Daxos.
Daxos slowly began to eat, savoring each bite as he stared down the young lord. If you were an enemy of Eubocris I would slay you were you slept, fucking man child. After finishing his food he leaned back in his chair, sipping quietly on his mug as he waited for the young lord to wake up from his nap, contemplating looking for the beggar and knocking sense into him after this was all over.
Silanos awoke with a start,as he always did, his head jerking up from the fold of his arm,eyes wide and confused. He’d fallen asleep, and with that realisation came the usual feeling of panic.
Where was he? How long had he been out?.
His mind was foggy, and it took him a moment of staring around the place and looking blankly at the man across from him before he remembered, and ignoring Daxos entirely, he turned furious eyes to the barkeep. “You! I told you to wake me!” he said accusingly, heart thudding at the idea that he could have fallen into one of those dreams, woken sweaty and shaking. It scared him more than the dreams themselves, the idea that he would shame himself like that, and it leant more venom to his tone than was perhaps justified, the barkeep paling at a little at the idea that he had displeased this nobleman. He hurried over, glancing between Silanos and Daxos, hoping that the big man would interject and save him.
“My Lord, forgive me I was just..”
“Its just one simple fucking thing” Sil spoke over him, shooting the man a vicious look, even as he reached for the cup of wine before him, barely touched, and drained it all in one. He could not have called out he tried to reassure himself. He had been lucky.
The act of raising the chalice caused a sharp stab of pain in his side, and it reminded the lord that he was not alone, that at some point whilst he had been dead to the world his pursuer had caught up with him. Silanos set the cup down gingerly, blue eyes still heavy with sleep turning warily to Daxos. Why had the man not woken him? It appeared as if the soldier had just settled in and made himself comfortable, if the empty plate and tankard before him where anything to go by, and he didn't understand. It was not as if the guard had been gentle in his efforts to detain Silanos outside.
Off-kilter and furious with himself for losing his battle to stay awake so carelessly, Sil went on the offensive, as was his way.
“You’ve got some nerve” he spat. “Don’t you ever fucking put your hands on me like that. You might have some piece of paper from my brother, but I am still a Lord and you are a miserable grunt who is clearly good for nothing more taxing than being my stalker. You manhandle me again, I’ll have you slung in the fylaki”
Silanos couldn’t remember the exact wording of thar damned missive the guard kept so close, but he highly doubted it allowed the man free rein in laying hands on him. If it did then he’d have a few choice words for his brother too. Blearily, he scrubbed a hand over his face and then shoved back from the table and stood up, face tightening at the bloom of pain it caused. There was the rattle of coin as the young lord dropped a couple of silver on the table, though he hardly thought the barkeep had earned it, and then Sil turned to leave. He wasn’t sure where he was going, he just knew he didn’t want to sit there with Daxu. Daxil. Or what ever his fucking name was.
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Silanos awoke with a start,as he always did, his head jerking up from the fold of his arm,eyes wide and confused. He’d fallen asleep, and with that realisation came the usual feeling of panic.
Where was he? How long had he been out?.
His mind was foggy, and it took him a moment of staring around the place and looking blankly at the man across from him before he remembered, and ignoring Daxos entirely, he turned furious eyes to the barkeep. “You! I told you to wake me!” he said accusingly, heart thudding at the idea that he could have fallen into one of those dreams, woken sweaty and shaking. It scared him more than the dreams themselves, the idea that he would shame himself like that, and it leant more venom to his tone than was perhaps justified, the barkeep paling at a little at the idea that he had displeased this nobleman. He hurried over, glancing between Silanos and Daxos, hoping that the big man would interject and save him.
“My Lord, forgive me I was just..”
“Its just one simple fucking thing” Sil spoke over him, shooting the man a vicious look, even as he reached for the cup of wine before him, barely touched, and drained it all in one. He could not have called out he tried to reassure himself. He had been lucky.
The act of raising the chalice caused a sharp stab of pain in his side, and it reminded the lord that he was not alone, that at some point whilst he had been dead to the world his pursuer had caught up with him. Silanos set the cup down gingerly, blue eyes still heavy with sleep turning warily to Daxos. Why had the man not woken him? It appeared as if the soldier had just settled in and made himself comfortable, if the empty plate and tankard before him where anything to go by, and he didn't understand. It was not as if the guard had been gentle in his efforts to detain Silanos outside.
Off-kilter and furious with himself for losing his battle to stay awake so carelessly, Sil went on the offensive, as was his way.
“You’ve got some nerve” he spat. “Don’t you ever fucking put your hands on me like that. You might have some piece of paper from my brother, but I am still a Lord and you are a miserable grunt who is clearly good for nothing more taxing than being my stalker. You manhandle me again, I’ll have you slung in the fylaki”
Silanos couldn’t remember the exact wording of thar damned missive the guard kept so close, but he highly doubted it allowed the man free rein in laying hands on him. If it did then he’d have a few choice words for his brother too. Blearily, he scrubbed a hand over his face and then shoved back from the table and stood up, face tightening at the bloom of pain it caused. There was the rattle of coin as the young lord dropped a couple of silver on the table, though he hardly thought the barkeep had earned it, and then Sil turned to leave. He wasn’t sure where he was going, he just knew he didn’t want to sit there with Daxu. Daxil. Or what ever his fucking name was.
Silanos awoke with a start,as he always did, his head jerking up from the fold of his arm,eyes wide and confused. He’d fallen asleep, and with that realisation came the usual feeling of panic.
Where was he? How long had he been out?.
His mind was foggy, and it took him a moment of staring around the place and looking blankly at the man across from him before he remembered, and ignoring Daxos entirely, he turned furious eyes to the barkeep. “You! I told you to wake me!” he said accusingly, heart thudding at the idea that he could have fallen into one of those dreams, woken sweaty and shaking. It scared him more than the dreams themselves, the idea that he would shame himself like that, and it leant more venom to his tone than was perhaps justified, the barkeep paling at a little at the idea that he had displeased this nobleman. He hurried over, glancing between Silanos and Daxos, hoping that the big man would interject and save him.
“My Lord, forgive me I was just..”
“Its just one simple fucking thing” Sil spoke over him, shooting the man a vicious look, even as he reached for the cup of wine before him, barely touched, and drained it all in one. He could not have called out he tried to reassure himself. He had been lucky.
The act of raising the chalice caused a sharp stab of pain in his side, and it reminded the lord that he was not alone, that at some point whilst he had been dead to the world his pursuer had caught up with him. Silanos set the cup down gingerly, blue eyes still heavy with sleep turning warily to Daxos. Why had the man not woken him? It appeared as if the soldier had just settled in and made himself comfortable, if the empty plate and tankard before him where anything to go by, and he didn't understand. It was not as if the guard had been gentle in his efforts to detain Silanos outside.
Off-kilter and furious with himself for losing his battle to stay awake so carelessly, Sil went on the offensive, as was his way.
“You’ve got some nerve” he spat. “Don’t you ever fucking put your hands on me like that. You might have some piece of paper from my brother, but I am still a Lord and you are a miserable grunt who is clearly good for nothing more taxing than being my stalker. You manhandle me again, I’ll have you slung in the fylaki”
Silanos couldn’t remember the exact wording of thar damned missive the guard kept so close, but he highly doubted it allowed the man free rein in laying hands on him. If it did then he’d have a few choice words for his brother too. Blearily, he scrubbed a hand over his face and then shoved back from the table and stood up, face tightening at the bloom of pain it caused. There was the rattle of coin as the young lord dropped a couple of silver on the table, though he hardly thought the barkeep had earned it, and then Sil turned to leave. He wasn’t sure where he was going, he just knew he didn’t want to sit there with Daxu. Daxil. Or what ever his fucking name was.
Daxos was slightly surprised at the young lord's sudden awakening, his dark brown eyes widened for a few moments. He was expecting animosity towards him first off, he was flabbergasted to learn that it was the barkeep who got the first wave of anger.
"I-" Daxos began to intercede on the poor barkeeps behalf, but the barkeep began to speak up for himself. The large and older barkeep looked down at his feet like a father who scolded his child. It was quite humorous exchange indeed and Daxos did his best to stifle a smile. He thought he was quite effective at it, but the corner of his lip was turned up and it honestly looked like he was constipated.
He noticed the young lord wince as he raised his mug and knew that the hate was going to flow towards him now. He was going to simply take the abuse, until Silanos had insulted his usefulness. He felt his face grow hot and stood up silently. Following the young lord out the door, turning to the barkeep and nodding before him as if to say, 'Sorry this little shit ruined your day.'
Daxos walked quietly behind the young lord for many minutes without speaking, his anger stewing in his chest. It would take only one more fucking word from the mewling man child for him to snap and crush his fucking skull in. It infuriated him to be called useless. What had this boy done his whole life? Grew up in a loving, caring household? Had servants to wait on his every fucking whim? Daxos was a soldier. He struggled for his life, day in and day out. Some fucking pussy nobleman who has a few unresolved issues isn't worth two shits.
Daxos stopped dead in his tracks, "You are within your right to have me slung. What I did was uncalled for. For my rough handling of you I apologize. It was wrong. There is no doubt about that." He began to step up to Silanos, while not a whole lot taller than the young lord, he knew he had the muscle and bulk to shadow him, "But to call me a good for nothing?" His voice was low, cold, and venomous, his eyes had narrowed and his lips upturned in a snarl.
"The gall of you, I say, the gall of you. To say that I am a good for not-" He did his best to calm himself, "useless, despite the fact that I, up until recently, was the anchor point of the phalanx, your province's phalanx. Despite the fact that I, Daxos of Eubocris, have served your family and my country well. I have slogged through hundreds of miles of mud, climbed treacherous mountains, and have done everything in my power to slay all of Colchis's enemies." His voice had reached almost a whisper, he felt the sweat on his face evaporate off his skin.
"Have you ever cut off a man's head? Watch the blood pour like a fountain as it gets in your eyes? That you can't stop to wipe it off because there's another thousand or so men trying to do the same to you? Have you heard the cries of hundreds of dying men begging for the Gods to take them? To stop their pain?" His voice grew louder, but only back to a conversational tone, as not to cause a scene, despite the fact, there were a few onlooker.
"What have you been doing since you were twelve?" He didn't wait for Silanos to respond, "I joined the military at twelve so I could alleviate the burden from my poor parents, who struggled to make ends meet with five of us. I know that you and your family have not had it easy, rest assured, but to say I'm useless? Have me flogged. Have me slung up. Execute me if you so wish, but to say I'm useless is an insult to Eubocris and Colchis. After all the blood and sweat that I've poured into this great nation and our province as a whole, it's a slap to the face." He backed off from Silanos and felt the burning sensation in his face lower, "I've killed more men than women you've fucked. I've seen more blood in my life than you've drank wine. Do you think, for any one moment, that I'm scared of a shitty little man child who can't keep his cock in his pants?"
Daxos pulled his sword out and handed it out towards Silanos, his eyes shone passionately, "Strike me down. Cut my throat right here and right now. If you truly think that I'm useless, then I shouldn't be alive and be a drain on the resources of your nation, of your baron, of the Gods, of this earth. If I am truly useless, may Zeus himself strike me down right here and right now. May Hades himself come from the underworld and drag me down where I will never see happiness, the sun, or the stars again." Daxos was standing proud, his shoulders and chin high, he knew in his heart, that he was not worthless. Despite the fact that he did not believe in the gods, he knew that invoking them was powerful to this superstitious folks. He wasn't sure if Silanos was superstitious, but regardless, it had a powerful context.
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Daxos was slightly surprised at the young lord's sudden awakening, his dark brown eyes widened for a few moments. He was expecting animosity towards him first off, he was flabbergasted to learn that it was the barkeep who got the first wave of anger.
"I-" Daxos began to intercede on the poor barkeeps behalf, but the barkeep began to speak up for himself. The large and older barkeep looked down at his feet like a father who scolded his child. It was quite humorous exchange indeed and Daxos did his best to stifle a smile. He thought he was quite effective at it, but the corner of his lip was turned up and it honestly looked like he was constipated.
He noticed the young lord wince as he raised his mug and knew that the hate was going to flow towards him now. He was going to simply take the abuse, until Silanos had insulted his usefulness. He felt his face grow hot and stood up silently. Following the young lord out the door, turning to the barkeep and nodding before him as if to say, 'Sorry this little shit ruined your day.'
Daxos walked quietly behind the young lord for many minutes without speaking, his anger stewing in his chest. It would take only one more fucking word from the mewling man child for him to snap and crush his fucking skull in. It infuriated him to be called useless. What had this boy done his whole life? Grew up in a loving, caring household? Had servants to wait on his every fucking whim? Daxos was a soldier. He struggled for his life, day in and day out. Some fucking pussy nobleman who has a few unresolved issues isn't worth two shits.
Daxos stopped dead in his tracks, "You are within your right to have me slung. What I did was uncalled for. For my rough handling of you I apologize. It was wrong. There is no doubt about that." He began to step up to Silanos, while not a whole lot taller than the young lord, he knew he had the muscle and bulk to shadow him, "But to call me a good for nothing?" His voice was low, cold, and venomous, his eyes had narrowed and his lips upturned in a snarl.
"The gall of you, I say, the gall of you. To say that I am a good for not-" He did his best to calm himself, "useless, despite the fact that I, up until recently, was the anchor point of the phalanx, your province's phalanx. Despite the fact that I, Daxos of Eubocris, have served your family and my country well. I have slogged through hundreds of miles of mud, climbed treacherous mountains, and have done everything in my power to slay all of Colchis's enemies." His voice had reached almost a whisper, he felt the sweat on his face evaporate off his skin.
"Have you ever cut off a man's head? Watch the blood pour like a fountain as it gets in your eyes? That you can't stop to wipe it off because there's another thousand or so men trying to do the same to you? Have you heard the cries of hundreds of dying men begging for the Gods to take them? To stop their pain?" His voice grew louder, but only back to a conversational tone, as not to cause a scene, despite the fact, there were a few onlooker.
"What have you been doing since you were twelve?" He didn't wait for Silanos to respond, "I joined the military at twelve so I could alleviate the burden from my poor parents, who struggled to make ends meet with five of us. I know that you and your family have not had it easy, rest assured, but to say I'm useless? Have me flogged. Have me slung up. Execute me if you so wish, but to say I'm useless is an insult to Eubocris and Colchis. After all the blood and sweat that I've poured into this great nation and our province as a whole, it's a slap to the face." He backed off from Silanos and felt the burning sensation in his face lower, "I've killed more men than women you've fucked. I've seen more blood in my life than you've drank wine. Do you think, for any one moment, that I'm scared of a shitty little man child who can't keep his cock in his pants?"
Daxos pulled his sword out and handed it out towards Silanos, his eyes shone passionately, "Strike me down. Cut my throat right here and right now. If you truly think that I'm useless, then I shouldn't be alive and be a drain on the resources of your nation, of your baron, of the Gods, of this earth. If I am truly useless, may Zeus himself strike me down right here and right now. May Hades himself come from the underworld and drag me down where I will never see happiness, the sun, or the stars again." Daxos was standing proud, his shoulders and chin high, he knew in his heart, that he was not worthless. Despite the fact that he did not believe in the gods, he knew that invoking them was powerful to this superstitious folks. He wasn't sure if Silanos was superstitious, but regardless, it had a powerful context.
Daxos was slightly surprised at the young lord's sudden awakening, his dark brown eyes widened for a few moments. He was expecting animosity towards him first off, he was flabbergasted to learn that it was the barkeep who got the first wave of anger.
"I-" Daxos began to intercede on the poor barkeeps behalf, but the barkeep began to speak up for himself. The large and older barkeep looked down at his feet like a father who scolded his child. It was quite humorous exchange indeed and Daxos did his best to stifle a smile. He thought he was quite effective at it, but the corner of his lip was turned up and it honestly looked like he was constipated.
He noticed the young lord wince as he raised his mug and knew that the hate was going to flow towards him now. He was going to simply take the abuse, until Silanos had insulted his usefulness. He felt his face grow hot and stood up silently. Following the young lord out the door, turning to the barkeep and nodding before him as if to say, 'Sorry this little shit ruined your day.'
Daxos walked quietly behind the young lord for many minutes without speaking, his anger stewing in his chest. It would take only one more fucking word from the mewling man child for him to snap and crush his fucking skull in. It infuriated him to be called useless. What had this boy done his whole life? Grew up in a loving, caring household? Had servants to wait on his every fucking whim? Daxos was a soldier. He struggled for his life, day in and day out. Some fucking pussy nobleman who has a few unresolved issues isn't worth two shits.
Daxos stopped dead in his tracks, "You are within your right to have me slung. What I did was uncalled for. For my rough handling of you I apologize. It was wrong. There is no doubt about that." He began to step up to Silanos, while not a whole lot taller than the young lord, he knew he had the muscle and bulk to shadow him, "But to call me a good for nothing?" His voice was low, cold, and venomous, his eyes had narrowed and his lips upturned in a snarl.
"The gall of you, I say, the gall of you. To say that I am a good for not-" He did his best to calm himself, "useless, despite the fact that I, up until recently, was the anchor point of the phalanx, your province's phalanx. Despite the fact that I, Daxos of Eubocris, have served your family and my country well. I have slogged through hundreds of miles of mud, climbed treacherous mountains, and have done everything in my power to slay all of Colchis's enemies." His voice had reached almost a whisper, he felt the sweat on his face evaporate off his skin.
"Have you ever cut off a man's head? Watch the blood pour like a fountain as it gets in your eyes? That you can't stop to wipe it off because there's another thousand or so men trying to do the same to you? Have you heard the cries of hundreds of dying men begging for the Gods to take them? To stop their pain?" His voice grew louder, but only back to a conversational tone, as not to cause a scene, despite the fact, there were a few onlooker.
"What have you been doing since you were twelve?" He didn't wait for Silanos to respond, "I joined the military at twelve so I could alleviate the burden from my poor parents, who struggled to make ends meet with five of us. I know that you and your family have not had it easy, rest assured, but to say I'm useless? Have me flogged. Have me slung up. Execute me if you so wish, but to say I'm useless is an insult to Eubocris and Colchis. After all the blood and sweat that I've poured into this great nation and our province as a whole, it's a slap to the face." He backed off from Silanos and felt the burning sensation in his face lower, "I've killed more men than women you've fucked. I've seen more blood in my life than you've drank wine. Do you think, for any one moment, that I'm scared of a shitty little man child who can't keep his cock in his pants?"
Daxos pulled his sword out and handed it out towards Silanos, his eyes shone passionately, "Strike me down. Cut my throat right here and right now. If you truly think that I'm useless, then I shouldn't be alive and be a drain on the resources of your nation, of your baron, of the Gods, of this earth. If I am truly useless, may Zeus himself strike me down right here and right now. May Hades himself come from the underworld and drag me down where I will never see happiness, the sun, or the stars again." Daxos was standing proud, his shoulders and chin high, he knew in his heart, that he was not worthless. Despite the fact that he did not believe in the gods, he knew that invoking them was powerful to this superstitious folks. He wasn't sure if Silanos was superstitious, but regardless, it had a powerful context.
There was a dull, thumping headache pulsing forward from the back of his head towards eyes, not made any better by stepping out into the sunlight outside. Punishment for taunting his body with a little of the sleep it so desperately craved, but not as much as it wanted. It hurt when he breathed too, solidifying his suspicion that he at least bruised some ribs in that undignified scramble of before. Sil shook his head as he stalked toward home. At least, in his mind he was stalking, in reality, his coordination was a little shot.
Of course, his shadow started following him, and Silanos rolled his eyes to heaven. But at least the man seemed to have taken his words to heart and just followed behind him like some lost dog rather than getting all up his face like before. Thank the Gods for small mercies.
Had he not been in such a foul mood, nor hurting, nor had his ridiculous jailor at his tail, Silanos might have gone and tried to find Estavan, replenished his dwindling supply of stimulant. But he couldn’t face it now, and so heading back towards the manor seemed his only viable option. He was less than amused then when the shadow suddenly decided to block his path, and the lord threw up his hands.
“What now?! I’m going home. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
It was then that he noticed how livid the man looked, and oddly enough, as Daxos began to encroach upon his space, Sil didn’t feel much comforted by the apology. His eyes darted left and right as the lord wondered the probability that this soldier would murder him in broad daylight on the streets of Midas. Taking in the furious set of the man’s face, that wasn’t comforting either.
Sil took a faltering step backwards and swallowed, wondered if he had pushed too far. He tensed, prepared to run if the man made a grab for him, but for now the guard just seemed to need to get something off his chest, and so the Valaoritis lord could do nothing but watch. He tried to arrange his features into something approaching a sneer, but it was difficult with his heart thudding in his chest, the physical want to distance himself from the brute of a man in front of him almost tangible. With a wall at his back there wasn’t really anywhere for Sil to go.
Had he not been genuinely in fear for his life, the lord might have found some satisfaction in the knowledge that his barbed words had found their mark so well. The soldier was well and truly riled, and that was, after all, one of Silanos’ greatest talents. It just..sometimes had it drawbacks.
And so Sil just shut his mouth and let Daxos’ little rant hit him full on. There might even have been moments where the man’s words hit their own target, though the lord would not let him see it. He was no fool : Silanos knew as well as any the stock that was set in military prowess. He knew it disappointed his brother that he’d shown no inclination towards pursuing it, he knew that the man before him could likely snap him in half if he wanted to. Flinching when the soldier drew his sword, he almost braced himself for the end, thinking how furious his brother would be that after everything, it had come to this.
But to his immense surprise, it was the hilt of the blade that was shoved at him. He blinked at Daxos, swallowed again, his throat feeling unaccountably dry as he heard the soldier’s impassioned words. And he was reminded that despite his pretences, it was not that he didn’t care.
He felt a twist of guilt at having goaded the man so, as he always did when he got the reaction he tried for. Satisfaction dulled with the knowledge that it came at a price, eroding the values his parents had instilled in him, eating away at the affection his family held him in. Easier still than actually dealing with his problems head on though.
By the time Daxos had finished, Sil felt a little like his skin had been flayed from his bones, and much as he wanted to find some cutting retort, he couldn’t, and there was a long, reaching silence as the young lord looked to find some composure again. The blade hovered between them but the Lord Valaoritis made no move to take it, and after a minute he lifted his gaze to meet that of the soldier, his usual defiance muted. The man just looked tired.
“Don’t be so fucking melodramatic” he got out with some effort, not looking at Daxos as he pushed the sword away and began walking again. The words lacked bite though, and the soldier might have noticed that the lord did not meet his eye again as he trudged wearily towards the Upper Levels.
Sil didn’t speak again either, just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and brooding on what Daxos had said. It was not really the soldier’s fault, he knew that. He was just doing what he’d been told. Silanos envied him that ability at least. It was not that he had ever been a perfect son - he was too easily distracted, his tutor had always said - but he had been fun, he thought. And nothing that had happened since he got back from Taengea had been fun. The opposite really.
And he was just really fucking tired and now he was going to have to explain this mess and it would just be another thing to hold against him. And his ribs fucking hurt. That one at least he could blame someone else for.
It felt like a long walk back to the manor, and an entirely pointless interlude, Sil decided, cutting a sideways glance at the guard as they drew nearer. He looked up at the window which he’d made his escape from and heaved a sigh, the action irritating his sore ribs even further. He supposed they would just walk in through the front door like nothing had even happened.
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There was a dull, thumping headache pulsing forward from the back of his head towards eyes, not made any better by stepping out into the sunlight outside. Punishment for taunting his body with a little of the sleep it so desperately craved, but not as much as it wanted. It hurt when he breathed too, solidifying his suspicion that he at least bruised some ribs in that undignified scramble of before. Sil shook his head as he stalked toward home. At least, in his mind he was stalking, in reality, his coordination was a little shot.
Of course, his shadow started following him, and Silanos rolled his eyes to heaven. But at least the man seemed to have taken his words to heart and just followed behind him like some lost dog rather than getting all up his face like before. Thank the Gods for small mercies.
Had he not been in such a foul mood, nor hurting, nor had his ridiculous jailor at his tail, Silanos might have gone and tried to find Estavan, replenished his dwindling supply of stimulant. But he couldn’t face it now, and so heading back towards the manor seemed his only viable option. He was less than amused then when the shadow suddenly decided to block his path, and the lord threw up his hands.
“What now?! I’m going home. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
It was then that he noticed how livid the man looked, and oddly enough, as Daxos began to encroach upon his space, Sil didn’t feel much comforted by the apology. His eyes darted left and right as the lord wondered the probability that this soldier would murder him in broad daylight on the streets of Midas. Taking in the furious set of the man’s face, that wasn’t comforting either.
Sil took a faltering step backwards and swallowed, wondered if he had pushed too far. He tensed, prepared to run if the man made a grab for him, but for now the guard just seemed to need to get something off his chest, and so the Valaoritis lord could do nothing but watch. He tried to arrange his features into something approaching a sneer, but it was difficult with his heart thudding in his chest, the physical want to distance himself from the brute of a man in front of him almost tangible. With a wall at his back there wasn’t really anywhere for Sil to go.
Had he not been genuinely in fear for his life, the lord might have found some satisfaction in the knowledge that his barbed words had found their mark so well. The soldier was well and truly riled, and that was, after all, one of Silanos’ greatest talents. It just..sometimes had it drawbacks.
And so Sil just shut his mouth and let Daxos’ little rant hit him full on. There might even have been moments where the man’s words hit their own target, though the lord would not let him see it. He was no fool : Silanos knew as well as any the stock that was set in military prowess. He knew it disappointed his brother that he’d shown no inclination towards pursuing it, he knew that the man before him could likely snap him in half if he wanted to. Flinching when the soldier drew his sword, he almost braced himself for the end, thinking how furious his brother would be that after everything, it had come to this.
But to his immense surprise, it was the hilt of the blade that was shoved at him. He blinked at Daxos, swallowed again, his throat feeling unaccountably dry as he heard the soldier’s impassioned words. And he was reminded that despite his pretences, it was not that he didn’t care.
He felt a twist of guilt at having goaded the man so, as he always did when he got the reaction he tried for. Satisfaction dulled with the knowledge that it came at a price, eroding the values his parents had instilled in him, eating away at the affection his family held him in. Easier still than actually dealing with his problems head on though.
By the time Daxos had finished, Sil felt a little like his skin had been flayed from his bones, and much as he wanted to find some cutting retort, he couldn’t, and there was a long, reaching silence as the young lord looked to find some composure again. The blade hovered between them but the Lord Valaoritis made no move to take it, and after a minute he lifted his gaze to meet that of the soldier, his usual defiance muted. The man just looked tired.
“Don’t be so fucking melodramatic” he got out with some effort, not looking at Daxos as he pushed the sword away and began walking again. The words lacked bite though, and the soldier might have noticed that the lord did not meet his eye again as he trudged wearily towards the Upper Levels.
Sil didn’t speak again either, just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and brooding on what Daxos had said. It was not really the soldier’s fault, he knew that. He was just doing what he’d been told. Silanos envied him that ability at least. It was not that he had ever been a perfect son - he was too easily distracted, his tutor had always said - but he had been fun, he thought. And nothing that had happened since he got back from Taengea had been fun. The opposite really.
And he was just really fucking tired and now he was going to have to explain this mess and it would just be another thing to hold against him. And his ribs fucking hurt. That one at least he could blame someone else for.
It felt like a long walk back to the manor, and an entirely pointless interlude, Sil decided, cutting a sideways glance at the guard as they drew nearer. He looked up at the window which he’d made his escape from and heaved a sigh, the action irritating his sore ribs even further. He supposed they would just walk in through the front door like nothing had even happened.
There was a dull, thumping headache pulsing forward from the back of his head towards eyes, not made any better by stepping out into the sunlight outside. Punishment for taunting his body with a little of the sleep it so desperately craved, but not as much as it wanted. It hurt when he breathed too, solidifying his suspicion that he at least bruised some ribs in that undignified scramble of before. Sil shook his head as he stalked toward home. At least, in his mind he was stalking, in reality, his coordination was a little shot.
Of course, his shadow started following him, and Silanos rolled his eyes to heaven. But at least the man seemed to have taken his words to heart and just followed behind him like some lost dog rather than getting all up his face like before. Thank the Gods for small mercies.
Had he not been in such a foul mood, nor hurting, nor had his ridiculous jailor at his tail, Silanos might have gone and tried to find Estavan, replenished his dwindling supply of stimulant. But he couldn’t face it now, and so heading back towards the manor seemed his only viable option. He was less than amused then when the shadow suddenly decided to block his path, and the lord threw up his hands.
“What now?! I’m going home. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
It was then that he noticed how livid the man looked, and oddly enough, as Daxos began to encroach upon his space, Sil didn’t feel much comforted by the apology. His eyes darted left and right as the lord wondered the probability that this soldier would murder him in broad daylight on the streets of Midas. Taking in the furious set of the man’s face, that wasn’t comforting either.
Sil took a faltering step backwards and swallowed, wondered if he had pushed too far. He tensed, prepared to run if the man made a grab for him, but for now the guard just seemed to need to get something off his chest, and so the Valaoritis lord could do nothing but watch. He tried to arrange his features into something approaching a sneer, but it was difficult with his heart thudding in his chest, the physical want to distance himself from the brute of a man in front of him almost tangible. With a wall at his back there wasn’t really anywhere for Sil to go.
Had he not been genuinely in fear for his life, the lord might have found some satisfaction in the knowledge that his barbed words had found their mark so well. The soldier was well and truly riled, and that was, after all, one of Silanos’ greatest talents. It just..sometimes had it drawbacks.
And so Sil just shut his mouth and let Daxos’ little rant hit him full on. There might even have been moments where the man’s words hit their own target, though the lord would not let him see it. He was no fool : Silanos knew as well as any the stock that was set in military prowess. He knew it disappointed his brother that he’d shown no inclination towards pursuing it, he knew that the man before him could likely snap him in half if he wanted to. Flinching when the soldier drew his sword, he almost braced himself for the end, thinking how furious his brother would be that after everything, it had come to this.
But to his immense surprise, it was the hilt of the blade that was shoved at him. He blinked at Daxos, swallowed again, his throat feeling unaccountably dry as he heard the soldier’s impassioned words. And he was reminded that despite his pretences, it was not that he didn’t care.
He felt a twist of guilt at having goaded the man so, as he always did when he got the reaction he tried for. Satisfaction dulled with the knowledge that it came at a price, eroding the values his parents had instilled in him, eating away at the affection his family held him in. Easier still than actually dealing with his problems head on though.
By the time Daxos had finished, Sil felt a little like his skin had been flayed from his bones, and much as he wanted to find some cutting retort, he couldn’t, and there was a long, reaching silence as the young lord looked to find some composure again. The blade hovered between them but the Lord Valaoritis made no move to take it, and after a minute he lifted his gaze to meet that of the soldier, his usual defiance muted. The man just looked tired.
“Don’t be so fucking melodramatic” he got out with some effort, not looking at Daxos as he pushed the sword away and began walking again. The words lacked bite though, and the soldier might have noticed that the lord did not meet his eye again as he trudged wearily towards the Upper Levels.
Sil didn’t speak again either, just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and brooding on what Daxos had said. It was not really the soldier’s fault, he knew that. He was just doing what he’d been told. Silanos envied him that ability at least. It was not that he had ever been a perfect son - he was too easily distracted, his tutor had always said - but he had been fun, he thought. And nothing that had happened since he got back from Taengea had been fun. The opposite really.
And he was just really fucking tired and now he was going to have to explain this mess and it would just be another thing to hold against him. And his ribs fucking hurt. That one at least he could blame someone else for.
It felt like a long walk back to the manor, and an entirely pointless interlude, Sil decided, cutting a sideways glance at the guard as they drew nearer. He looked up at the window which he’d made his escape from and heaved a sigh, the action irritating his sore ribs even further. He supposed they would just walk in through the front door like nothing had even happened.
Daxos waited with a fierce look on his face, his eyes boring deep into the man-child. In truth, he had no idea if it was within his right to execute the soldier, but he cared not. This boy had pushed him too far. The first day on the job and he already had to run all over the city for him. If this is what it is to be, Daxos hoped the man-child would kill him. Save him from this pathetic posting he found himself in.
Daxos also felt a strong surge of satisfaction, he knew that he had scared the young lord. He could tell by his ragged breathing and his inability to come up with a retort. He had heard of Silanos' brilliant barbed tongue. To silence it? It was a powerful feeling.
"Hmph." Silanos had rejected the sword and with a meek reply, had sealed the deal to Daxos. The boy was truly afraid. Daxos quietly sheathed his blade and dutifully followed behind the young lord. Despite what just happened between him and the young lord, it was a solid day. He got a good work out, a great meal, and scared a nobleman. Who wouldn't love that? The only thing that could make this better is a good woman and a soft bed, he sighed to himself.
He quietly followed behind the young lord, taking quick glances to see if Silanos was going to hold up. He knew that he'd hurt the man's ribs, and that caused Daxos some discomfort. He was just doing his job, but he may have gone a bit too far. I suppose I'll try and talk to the Baron when we're back. Better to explain it to him as quickly as possible. His mind had short bursts of lashings and beatings running through it, but he quickly dispelled them. As far as he could tell, Timeaus was a decent man. He hoped.
It wasn't long before they had arrived back at the manor. Daxos caught the young lord looking up at the window and sighing. Despite his best to hold it in, a small chuckle escaped his lips. Now after he had a drink and food, this whole debacle seemed silly. If the young lord wanted to get a drink, all he had to do was ask. It's not right to deprive a man of his vices. As long as he has proper supervision.
When they reached the front door a guard looked puzzled by their appearance. Stepping forward he asked with his eyebrows raised, "Ah! Lord Silanos, Daxos, I did not see that you had passed! When and where did you leave?" Daxos was not inclined to speak first. He knew of his place and he wanted to watch the young lord and his famous lies at work, wondering if anyone could be so gullible.
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Daxos waited with a fierce look on his face, his eyes boring deep into the man-child. In truth, he had no idea if it was within his right to execute the soldier, but he cared not. This boy had pushed him too far. The first day on the job and he already had to run all over the city for him. If this is what it is to be, Daxos hoped the man-child would kill him. Save him from this pathetic posting he found himself in.
Daxos also felt a strong surge of satisfaction, he knew that he had scared the young lord. He could tell by his ragged breathing and his inability to come up with a retort. He had heard of Silanos' brilliant barbed tongue. To silence it? It was a powerful feeling.
"Hmph." Silanos had rejected the sword and with a meek reply, had sealed the deal to Daxos. The boy was truly afraid. Daxos quietly sheathed his blade and dutifully followed behind the young lord. Despite what just happened between him and the young lord, it was a solid day. He got a good work out, a great meal, and scared a nobleman. Who wouldn't love that? The only thing that could make this better is a good woman and a soft bed, he sighed to himself.
He quietly followed behind the young lord, taking quick glances to see if Silanos was going to hold up. He knew that he'd hurt the man's ribs, and that caused Daxos some discomfort. He was just doing his job, but he may have gone a bit too far. I suppose I'll try and talk to the Baron when we're back. Better to explain it to him as quickly as possible. His mind had short bursts of lashings and beatings running through it, but he quickly dispelled them. As far as he could tell, Timeaus was a decent man. He hoped.
It wasn't long before they had arrived back at the manor. Daxos caught the young lord looking up at the window and sighing. Despite his best to hold it in, a small chuckle escaped his lips. Now after he had a drink and food, this whole debacle seemed silly. If the young lord wanted to get a drink, all he had to do was ask. It's not right to deprive a man of his vices. As long as he has proper supervision.
When they reached the front door a guard looked puzzled by their appearance. Stepping forward he asked with his eyebrows raised, "Ah! Lord Silanos, Daxos, I did not see that you had passed! When and where did you leave?" Daxos was not inclined to speak first. He knew of his place and he wanted to watch the young lord and his famous lies at work, wondering if anyone could be so gullible.
Daxos waited with a fierce look on his face, his eyes boring deep into the man-child. In truth, he had no idea if it was within his right to execute the soldier, but he cared not. This boy had pushed him too far. The first day on the job and he already had to run all over the city for him. If this is what it is to be, Daxos hoped the man-child would kill him. Save him from this pathetic posting he found himself in.
Daxos also felt a strong surge of satisfaction, he knew that he had scared the young lord. He could tell by his ragged breathing and his inability to come up with a retort. He had heard of Silanos' brilliant barbed tongue. To silence it? It was a powerful feeling.
"Hmph." Silanos had rejected the sword and with a meek reply, had sealed the deal to Daxos. The boy was truly afraid. Daxos quietly sheathed his blade and dutifully followed behind the young lord. Despite what just happened between him and the young lord, it was a solid day. He got a good work out, a great meal, and scared a nobleman. Who wouldn't love that? The only thing that could make this better is a good woman and a soft bed, he sighed to himself.
He quietly followed behind the young lord, taking quick glances to see if Silanos was going to hold up. He knew that he'd hurt the man's ribs, and that caused Daxos some discomfort. He was just doing his job, but he may have gone a bit too far. I suppose I'll try and talk to the Baron when we're back. Better to explain it to him as quickly as possible. His mind had short bursts of lashings and beatings running through it, but he quickly dispelled them. As far as he could tell, Timeaus was a decent man. He hoped.
It wasn't long before they had arrived back at the manor. Daxos caught the young lord looking up at the window and sighing. Despite his best to hold it in, a small chuckle escaped his lips. Now after he had a drink and food, this whole debacle seemed silly. If the young lord wanted to get a drink, all he had to do was ask. It's not right to deprive a man of his vices. As long as he has proper supervision.
When they reached the front door a guard looked puzzled by their appearance. Stepping forward he asked with his eyebrows raised, "Ah! Lord Silanos, Daxos, I did not see that you had passed! When and where did you leave?" Daxos was not inclined to speak first. He knew of his place and he wanted to watch the young lord and his famous lies at work, wondering if anyone could be so gullible.
Sil’s eyes had slid towards the guard when a chuckle broke through, and for a flicker he considered that the man found it as ridiculous as he did, and there was the twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips. But then he remembered that in spite of that, it would no doubt reach his brother’s ears and it became less amusing, and his expression turned hard again. Reaching the front of the house, the lord released the hold he’d taken on his ribs and tried to straighten,a brief twist of discomfort flashing on his face as they drew closer.
And when the guard stepped out to greet them, Silanos had apparently found his tongue again. “Did you not? That’s not very reassuring from a door guard now is it?” he drawled looking the man over. “Perhaps I should speak to my brother about your posting if you are so lax in your duties? And as for where, thats certainly above your station” The young man had snapped back into the role of haughty Lord without blinking, like pulling on a different cloak. He didn’t grace the soldier with anything further, Silanos was not in the habit of explaining himself to Timaues’ men, and he wasn’t about to start now.
For a moment, the guard looked like he might be about to speak up, but Sil was staring at him coldly, and though the Baron’s younger brother was not a military man, he was still a lord, and not everyone had been granted the dispensation that Daxos had in dealing with Timaeus’ wild younger sibling. And so the guard stepped back and let them past, glancing curiously at Daxos as the man followed after the lord.
Once inside, Silanos went immediately to his chambers, and Daxos found the door slamming shut in his face once more. Within, the lord winced, that petty defiance causing his side to throb, and with a muttered curse, the young man loosened his chiton enough to inspect already purpling ribs. Fucking great. He lowered himself to sit on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands. In hindsight, it was easy to see what a pointless and shameful endeavour that had all been. He had achieved exactly nothing outside of creating yet another tale for his brother to be told and getting banged up in the process. And that guard Silanos’ eyes lifted briefly to the door as he recounted the scathing words that the other had levelled at him and he heaved a sigh. It was going to be excellent having that guy on his tail for the next however long.
When he pulled open the door to his room in the next moment, Silanos didnt even spare a glance for the man, but instead called out to the young serving girl who was carrying linens down the hallway. “I need some ice” he instructed. “ And…” He wondered if she had been given the same instruction as all the others, not to serve him wine. Fuck this all. “...and some kykeon.” he finished lamely, deciding against trying his luck with Daxos right there. He looked at the man for the first time since appearing in the doorway, frowning a little before he added a “I’m not planning on going anywhere, so you might as well stand down soldier” before he turned and went back into his chambers.
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Sil’s eyes had slid towards the guard when a chuckle broke through, and for a flicker he considered that the man found it as ridiculous as he did, and there was the twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips. But then he remembered that in spite of that, it would no doubt reach his brother’s ears and it became less amusing, and his expression turned hard again. Reaching the front of the house, the lord released the hold he’d taken on his ribs and tried to straighten,a brief twist of discomfort flashing on his face as they drew closer.
And when the guard stepped out to greet them, Silanos had apparently found his tongue again. “Did you not? That’s not very reassuring from a door guard now is it?” he drawled looking the man over. “Perhaps I should speak to my brother about your posting if you are so lax in your duties? And as for where, thats certainly above your station” The young man had snapped back into the role of haughty Lord without blinking, like pulling on a different cloak. He didn’t grace the soldier with anything further, Silanos was not in the habit of explaining himself to Timaues’ men, and he wasn’t about to start now.
For a moment, the guard looked like he might be about to speak up, but Sil was staring at him coldly, and though the Baron’s younger brother was not a military man, he was still a lord, and not everyone had been granted the dispensation that Daxos had in dealing with Timaeus’ wild younger sibling. And so the guard stepped back and let them past, glancing curiously at Daxos as the man followed after the lord.
Once inside, Silanos went immediately to his chambers, and Daxos found the door slamming shut in his face once more. Within, the lord winced, that petty defiance causing his side to throb, and with a muttered curse, the young man loosened his chiton enough to inspect already purpling ribs. Fucking great. He lowered himself to sit on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands. In hindsight, it was easy to see what a pointless and shameful endeavour that had all been. He had achieved exactly nothing outside of creating yet another tale for his brother to be told and getting banged up in the process. And that guard Silanos’ eyes lifted briefly to the door as he recounted the scathing words that the other had levelled at him and he heaved a sigh. It was going to be excellent having that guy on his tail for the next however long.
When he pulled open the door to his room in the next moment, Silanos didnt even spare a glance for the man, but instead called out to the young serving girl who was carrying linens down the hallway. “I need some ice” he instructed. “ And…” He wondered if she had been given the same instruction as all the others, not to serve him wine. Fuck this all. “...and some kykeon.” he finished lamely, deciding against trying his luck with Daxos right there. He looked at the man for the first time since appearing in the doorway, frowning a little before he added a “I’m not planning on going anywhere, so you might as well stand down soldier” before he turned and went back into his chambers.
Sil’s eyes had slid towards the guard when a chuckle broke through, and for a flicker he considered that the man found it as ridiculous as he did, and there was the twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips. But then he remembered that in spite of that, it would no doubt reach his brother’s ears and it became less amusing, and his expression turned hard again. Reaching the front of the house, the lord released the hold he’d taken on his ribs and tried to straighten,a brief twist of discomfort flashing on his face as they drew closer.
And when the guard stepped out to greet them, Silanos had apparently found his tongue again. “Did you not? That’s not very reassuring from a door guard now is it?” he drawled looking the man over. “Perhaps I should speak to my brother about your posting if you are so lax in your duties? And as for where, thats certainly above your station” The young man had snapped back into the role of haughty Lord without blinking, like pulling on a different cloak. He didn’t grace the soldier with anything further, Silanos was not in the habit of explaining himself to Timaues’ men, and he wasn’t about to start now.
For a moment, the guard looked like he might be about to speak up, but Sil was staring at him coldly, and though the Baron’s younger brother was not a military man, he was still a lord, and not everyone had been granted the dispensation that Daxos had in dealing with Timaeus’ wild younger sibling. And so the guard stepped back and let them past, glancing curiously at Daxos as the man followed after the lord.
Once inside, Silanos went immediately to his chambers, and Daxos found the door slamming shut in his face once more. Within, the lord winced, that petty defiance causing his side to throb, and with a muttered curse, the young man loosened his chiton enough to inspect already purpling ribs. Fucking great. He lowered himself to sit on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands. In hindsight, it was easy to see what a pointless and shameful endeavour that had all been. He had achieved exactly nothing outside of creating yet another tale for his brother to be told and getting banged up in the process. And that guard Silanos’ eyes lifted briefly to the door as he recounted the scathing words that the other had levelled at him and he heaved a sigh. It was going to be excellent having that guy on his tail for the next however long.
When he pulled open the door to his room in the next moment, Silanos didnt even spare a glance for the man, but instead called out to the young serving girl who was carrying linens down the hallway. “I need some ice” he instructed. “ And…” He wondered if she had been given the same instruction as all the others, not to serve him wine. Fuck this all. “...and some kykeon.” he finished lamely, deciding against trying his luck with Daxos right there. He looked at the man for the first time since appearing in the doorway, frowning a little before he added a “I’m not planning on going anywhere, so you might as well stand down soldier” before he turned and went back into his chambers.
A coy smile tugged at the lips of Daxos. He noticed how easy it was for the young lord to slip into back into his role as a haughty and uptight nobleman. The young lord's barbed tongue had struck the man and he was not prepared. As Silanos stepped inside Daxos placed his hand on the guard's shoulder. He threw a half-smile at the man and followed the young lord inside.
When they reached the young lord's chambers he found the door slammed in his face again. Daxos sighed heavily. He was not going to enjoy this posting. He contemplated busting open the door himself and finding a chair to sit and stare at the young lord menacingly. Lost in thought, he was surprised to see the young lord had opened the door, barking orders at a nearby servant.
Daxos found the whole act quite amusing. He could tell that the young lord wanted something much stronger. The ice he assumed was for his injured ribs. He nodded in agreement with his eyes narrow staring at the man-child. I hope you try to escape again and see what happens next. After the door was closed again, Daxos found another servant, "Do you know if the baron is here and free? Or is he busy at the moment?"
The woman jumped at the sound of being spoken too and whirled around to look at the soldier, "The baron isn't here right now sir." Her voice was soft and timid. She shifted uncomfortably under the large soldier's gaze.
"Oh damn. I suppose I'll have to talk to him another time." Daxos was interested in letting the baron know of this debacle today. Silanos could just say that Daxos had assaulted him and Daxos didn't really want to face the consequences without explaining himself first. He just hoped Timaeus was the reasonable man that he had thought he was.
The other servant had come back after a few minutes with the ice and kykeon the young lord had asked for and went inside the room. A few moments later, she returned and began once again to clean. Daxos found a chair outside the door and sat down, bored. It had been an exciting day. He had hoped to end it with a bang, hoping to get the young lord yelled at. It would have been quite an entertaining argument to see the baron yell at the younger sibling, but he supposed he didn't mind.
Eventually, Daxos stood up and looked at the door. He went to open the door to see if the young lord was still in there, but Daxos knew he would be. He also wanted to apologize, this time actually sincere, but he knew words alone wouldn't be enough. Daxos then took off for the kitchen.
It wasn't long before he had arrived, swiping a couple of mugs and a pitcher full of wine. He was glad no one was busy watching him. He had made his way back up to the young lord's room when a servant spotted him. "No no no no. You can't serve him that!" She sounded like a disappointed parent as she scolded her young child.
Daxos glared at the woman, "I am in charge of the young lord's safety, and I deem this okay. I will speak with the Baron and let him know what I've done when he's returned. Thank you." Daxos opened the door to the man-child's room and stated, "Lord Silanos, I have some wine and wondered if you'd humor a dumb brute like me with a drink."
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A coy smile tugged at the lips of Daxos. He noticed how easy it was for the young lord to slip into back into his role as a haughty and uptight nobleman. The young lord's barbed tongue had struck the man and he was not prepared. As Silanos stepped inside Daxos placed his hand on the guard's shoulder. He threw a half-smile at the man and followed the young lord inside.
When they reached the young lord's chambers he found the door slammed in his face again. Daxos sighed heavily. He was not going to enjoy this posting. He contemplated busting open the door himself and finding a chair to sit and stare at the young lord menacingly. Lost in thought, he was surprised to see the young lord had opened the door, barking orders at a nearby servant.
Daxos found the whole act quite amusing. He could tell that the young lord wanted something much stronger. The ice he assumed was for his injured ribs. He nodded in agreement with his eyes narrow staring at the man-child. I hope you try to escape again and see what happens next. After the door was closed again, Daxos found another servant, "Do you know if the baron is here and free? Or is he busy at the moment?"
The woman jumped at the sound of being spoken too and whirled around to look at the soldier, "The baron isn't here right now sir." Her voice was soft and timid. She shifted uncomfortably under the large soldier's gaze.
"Oh damn. I suppose I'll have to talk to him another time." Daxos was interested in letting the baron know of this debacle today. Silanos could just say that Daxos had assaulted him and Daxos didn't really want to face the consequences without explaining himself first. He just hoped Timaeus was the reasonable man that he had thought he was.
The other servant had come back after a few minutes with the ice and kykeon the young lord had asked for and went inside the room. A few moments later, she returned and began once again to clean. Daxos found a chair outside the door and sat down, bored. It had been an exciting day. He had hoped to end it with a bang, hoping to get the young lord yelled at. It would have been quite an entertaining argument to see the baron yell at the younger sibling, but he supposed he didn't mind.
Eventually, Daxos stood up and looked at the door. He went to open the door to see if the young lord was still in there, but Daxos knew he would be. He also wanted to apologize, this time actually sincere, but he knew words alone wouldn't be enough. Daxos then took off for the kitchen.
It wasn't long before he had arrived, swiping a couple of mugs and a pitcher full of wine. He was glad no one was busy watching him. He had made his way back up to the young lord's room when a servant spotted him. "No no no no. You can't serve him that!" She sounded like a disappointed parent as she scolded her young child.
Daxos glared at the woman, "I am in charge of the young lord's safety, and I deem this okay. I will speak with the Baron and let him know what I've done when he's returned. Thank you." Daxos opened the door to the man-child's room and stated, "Lord Silanos, I have some wine and wondered if you'd humor a dumb brute like me with a drink."
A coy smile tugged at the lips of Daxos. He noticed how easy it was for the young lord to slip into back into his role as a haughty and uptight nobleman. The young lord's barbed tongue had struck the man and he was not prepared. As Silanos stepped inside Daxos placed his hand on the guard's shoulder. He threw a half-smile at the man and followed the young lord inside.
When they reached the young lord's chambers he found the door slammed in his face again. Daxos sighed heavily. He was not going to enjoy this posting. He contemplated busting open the door himself and finding a chair to sit and stare at the young lord menacingly. Lost in thought, he was surprised to see the young lord had opened the door, barking orders at a nearby servant.
Daxos found the whole act quite amusing. He could tell that the young lord wanted something much stronger. The ice he assumed was for his injured ribs. He nodded in agreement with his eyes narrow staring at the man-child. I hope you try to escape again and see what happens next. After the door was closed again, Daxos found another servant, "Do you know if the baron is here and free? Or is he busy at the moment?"
The woman jumped at the sound of being spoken too and whirled around to look at the soldier, "The baron isn't here right now sir." Her voice was soft and timid. She shifted uncomfortably under the large soldier's gaze.
"Oh damn. I suppose I'll have to talk to him another time." Daxos was interested in letting the baron know of this debacle today. Silanos could just say that Daxos had assaulted him and Daxos didn't really want to face the consequences without explaining himself first. He just hoped Timaeus was the reasonable man that he had thought he was.
The other servant had come back after a few minutes with the ice and kykeon the young lord had asked for and went inside the room. A few moments later, she returned and began once again to clean. Daxos found a chair outside the door and sat down, bored. It had been an exciting day. He had hoped to end it with a bang, hoping to get the young lord yelled at. It would have been quite an entertaining argument to see the baron yell at the younger sibling, but he supposed he didn't mind.
Eventually, Daxos stood up and looked at the door. He went to open the door to see if the young lord was still in there, but Daxos knew he would be. He also wanted to apologize, this time actually sincere, but he knew words alone wouldn't be enough. Daxos then took off for the kitchen.
It wasn't long before he had arrived, swiping a couple of mugs and a pitcher full of wine. He was glad no one was busy watching him. He had made his way back up to the young lord's room when a servant spotted him. "No no no no. You can't serve him that!" She sounded like a disappointed parent as she scolded her young child.
Daxos glared at the woman, "I am in charge of the young lord's safety, and I deem this okay. I will speak with the Baron and let him know what I've done when he's returned. Thank you." Daxos opened the door to the man-child's room and stated, "Lord Silanos, I have some wine and wondered if you'd humor a dumb brute like me with a drink."
Sil had accepted the ice with more enthusiasm than the Kykeon, wrapping it in a cloth and holding it to his side. The guard was built like a wall, and the lord felt as if he’d run into one, the fierce pain in his ribs accompanied by the throbbing headache that had taken hold now. He knew he was going to have to sleep, it had gotten to that point where he just felt hideous, and he was sure that the afternoon’s exertions had not helped. And sooner or later Timaeus would be thundering down the hallway and trying to impose his ridiculous authority and Silanos would have to choke down his rebuttals or treat the staff into another screaming match.
When his door opened, the young lord turned, half- expecting it to be his brother- summoned as if by thought. But his expression slackened and then turned furious as he saw Daxos. He couldn’t get one fucking moment away fro….
The outraged thought stuttered to a halt, and Silanos blinked at the man, confused now. “What?” he asked, clearly thrown off by the conciliatory nature of the request. He eyed the jug that Daxos held, looking warily back to the man a moment later, and after a noticeable pause, he wet his lips before answering “After wine perhaps you wont seem so dumb or brutish” he said, making an espansive sweep of his arm that caused him to wince. “I’d invite you in but you are already here so..”
Silanos threw the words over his shoulder, heading to sit on one of the klimtos that bordered the small hearth in his chambers. He lowered himself gingerly, Daxos would notice, one hand pressed awkwardly against the ice that was providing some relief to that injury he bore. The lord watched the soldier with shadowed eyes, one eyebrow lifting a little as he tried to understand what the man’s game was. Perhaps he was scared Silanos really would get him dismissed?
“If this is some misguided attempt to ensure I don’t speak to Timaeus of what happened..” he began, almost falling back into old habits and going on the offense before anyone else could. But Sil paused, too tired even to come up with something cutting, and in the end he gave a tiny shake of his head. “oh it doesnt fucking matter. He’s not going to listen anyway. Did you say wine?”
He leant back, sprawling out on the long, low chair, and eyed Daxos speculatively. He waited until he had wine in hand and then asked. “What did you even do to get assigned this ridiculous pretence of a job anyway?” It was not...friendly..exactly, but was edging towards the most neutral tone that the lord had taken with Daxos since he had arrived, and Sil took a gulp of the wine, looking at the soldier over the rim of his cup as he waited on an answer.
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Sil had accepted the ice with more enthusiasm than the Kykeon, wrapping it in a cloth and holding it to his side. The guard was built like a wall, and the lord felt as if he’d run into one, the fierce pain in his ribs accompanied by the throbbing headache that had taken hold now. He knew he was going to have to sleep, it had gotten to that point where he just felt hideous, and he was sure that the afternoon’s exertions had not helped. And sooner or later Timaeus would be thundering down the hallway and trying to impose his ridiculous authority and Silanos would have to choke down his rebuttals or treat the staff into another screaming match.
When his door opened, the young lord turned, half- expecting it to be his brother- summoned as if by thought. But his expression slackened and then turned furious as he saw Daxos. He couldn’t get one fucking moment away fro….
The outraged thought stuttered to a halt, and Silanos blinked at the man, confused now. “What?” he asked, clearly thrown off by the conciliatory nature of the request. He eyed the jug that Daxos held, looking warily back to the man a moment later, and after a noticeable pause, he wet his lips before answering “After wine perhaps you wont seem so dumb or brutish” he said, making an espansive sweep of his arm that caused him to wince. “I’d invite you in but you are already here so..”
Silanos threw the words over his shoulder, heading to sit on one of the klimtos that bordered the small hearth in his chambers. He lowered himself gingerly, Daxos would notice, one hand pressed awkwardly against the ice that was providing some relief to that injury he bore. The lord watched the soldier with shadowed eyes, one eyebrow lifting a little as he tried to understand what the man’s game was. Perhaps he was scared Silanos really would get him dismissed?
“If this is some misguided attempt to ensure I don’t speak to Timaeus of what happened..” he began, almost falling back into old habits and going on the offense before anyone else could. But Sil paused, too tired even to come up with something cutting, and in the end he gave a tiny shake of his head. “oh it doesnt fucking matter. He’s not going to listen anyway. Did you say wine?”
He leant back, sprawling out on the long, low chair, and eyed Daxos speculatively. He waited until he had wine in hand and then asked. “What did you even do to get assigned this ridiculous pretence of a job anyway?” It was not...friendly..exactly, but was edging towards the most neutral tone that the lord had taken with Daxos since he had arrived, and Sil took a gulp of the wine, looking at the soldier over the rim of his cup as he waited on an answer.
Sil had accepted the ice with more enthusiasm than the Kykeon, wrapping it in a cloth and holding it to his side. The guard was built like a wall, and the lord felt as if he’d run into one, the fierce pain in his ribs accompanied by the throbbing headache that had taken hold now. He knew he was going to have to sleep, it had gotten to that point where he just felt hideous, and he was sure that the afternoon’s exertions had not helped. And sooner or later Timaeus would be thundering down the hallway and trying to impose his ridiculous authority and Silanos would have to choke down his rebuttals or treat the staff into another screaming match.
When his door opened, the young lord turned, half- expecting it to be his brother- summoned as if by thought. But his expression slackened and then turned furious as he saw Daxos. He couldn’t get one fucking moment away fro….
The outraged thought stuttered to a halt, and Silanos blinked at the man, confused now. “What?” he asked, clearly thrown off by the conciliatory nature of the request. He eyed the jug that Daxos held, looking warily back to the man a moment later, and after a noticeable pause, he wet his lips before answering “After wine perhaps you wont seem so dumb or brutish” he said, making an espansive sweep of his arm that caused him to wince. “I’d invite you in but you are already here so..”
Silanos threw the words over his shoulder, heading to sit on one of the klimtos that bordered the small hearth in his chambers. He lowered himself gingerly, Daxos would notice, one hand pressed awkwardly against the ice that was providing some relief to that injury he bore. The lord watched the soldier with shadowed eyes, one eyebrow lifting a little as he tried to understand what the man’s game was. Perhaps he was scared Silanos really would get him dismissed?
“If this is some misguided attempt to ensure I don’t speak to Timaeus of what happened..” he began, almost falling back into old habits and going on the offense before anyone else could. But Sil paused, too tired even to come up with something cutting, and in the end he gave a tiny shake of his head. “oh it doesnt fucking matter. He’s not going to listen anyway. Did you say wine?”
He leant back, sprawling out on the long, low chair, and eyed Daxos speculatively. He waited until he had wine in hand and then asked. “What did you even do to get assigned this ridiculous pretence of a job anyway?” It was not...friendly..exactly, but was edging towards the most neutral tone that the lord had taken with Daxos since he had arrived, and Sil took a gulp of the wine, looking at the soldier over the rim of his cup as he waited on an answer.
"Wine." Daxos held up the pitcher and the mugs to answer the short question from the young lord. He could tell that the young lord had initially been angry after seeing him, but it seems that he could see an olive branch when he saw one. Daxos felt a tinge of satisfaction, the man-child would respond to alcohol. That was a good thing.
Daxos laughed heartily at the man-child's response, "Oh I doubt that. I'm just big, dumb, and brutish. I don't think that a little wine will change your perspective." Despite his self-deprecation, the soldier was well aware that he was not dumb. He played up to that fact to most around him. Best to think that those around him thought him stupid. Their tongues might loosen.
He noticed the young lord's pain and felt a tinge of guilt, but he shook the thought from his head. He nodded to his ribs, "I didn't mean to cause you that much pain. I can take a look at it if you want?" He asked nonchalantly. He figured the young lord wouldn't take him up on the offer. Daxos probably wouldn't want the man who caused his injury to look after it, but most of those who caused injury to Daxos ended up dead so he wasn't too sure.
"And don't worry about talking to Timaeus, I do plan to speak with him myself. I'll tell him everything that has transpired today. I'm just following orders I hope you understand." Daxos brought the pitcher and mug over, filling it and handing it over to the young lord. "But I also have a few words to say to him, not regarding this... Debacle that we have had today. I heard you can't have wine? Bah..."
He poured himself some wine as well and took a big swig, probably not the smartest idea but he didn't want the young lord to think he was just trying to get on his good side. To be honest, Daxos wanted a drink, and he hated drinking alone. Not since his wife had passed.
Daxos rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, "Hell if I know how I got this posting," he took another swig before continuing, "I s'pose it's got something to do with Maleos volunteering me for escorting your mother to Midas. You know... When they found the previous king's ship. I suppose your brother thought I was the perfect man to guard his family."
Downing the rest of the mug and placing it gingerly on a table he began to stretch his arms, "I'll say at first I was happy. Personally requested by the baron himself? Ha! If I had known today would have happened I would have begged another posting."
"And what in Hades did you think you were doing? Climbing down the window like a madman? Do you despise your brother that much?" Daxos was quite curious on how the younger brother felt about the other. He knew that the older brother was very protective of his younger brother, but he knew overbearing when he saw it.
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"Wine." Daxos held up the pitcher and the mugs to answer the short question from the young lord. He could tell that the young lord had initially been angry after seeing him, but it seems that he could see an olive branch when he saw one. Daxos felt a tinge of satisfaction, the man-child would respond to alcohol. That was a good thing.
Daxos laughed heartily at the man-child's response, "Oh I doubt that. I'm just big, dumb, and brutish. I don't think that a little wine will change your perspective." Despite his self-deprecation, the soldier was well aware that he was not dumb. He played up to that fact to most around him. Best to think that those around him thought him stupid. Their tongues might loosen.
He noticed the young lord's pain and felt a tinge of guilt, but he shook the thought from his head. He nodded to his ribs, "I didn't mean to cause you that much pain. I can take a look at it if you want?" He asked nonchalantly. He figured the young lord wouldn't take him up on the offer. Daxos probably wouldn't want the man who caused his injury to look after it, but most of those who caused injury to Daxos ended up dead so he wasn't too sure.
"And don't worry about talking to Timaeus, I do plan to speak with him myself. I'll tell him everything that has transpired today. I'm just following orders I hope you understand." Daxos brought the pitcher and mug over, filling it and handing it over to the young lord. "But I also have a few words to say to him, not regarding this... Debacle that we have had today. I heard you can't have wine? Bah..."
He poured himself some wine as well and took a big swig, probably not the smartest idea but he didn't want the young lord to think he was just trying to get on his good side. To be honest, Daxos wanted a drink, and he hated drinking alone. Not since his wife had passed.
Daxos rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, "Hell if I know how I got this posting," he took another swig before continuing, "I s'pose it's got something to do with Maleos volunteering me for escorting your mother to Midas. You know... When they found the previous king's ship. I suppose your brother thought I was the perfect man to guard his family."
Downing the rest of the mug and placing it gingerly on a table he began to stretch his arms, "I'll say at first I was happy. Personally requested by the baron himself? Ha! If I had known today would have happened I would have begged another posting."
"And what in Hades did you think you were doing? Climbing down the window like a madman? Do you despise your brother that much?" Daxos was quite curious on how the younger brother felt about the other. He knew that the older brother was very protective of his younger brother, but he knew overbearing when he saw it.
"Wine." Daxos held up the pitcher and the mugs to answer the short question from the young lord. He could tell that the young lord had initially been angry after seeing him, but it seems that he could see an olive branch when he saw one. Daxos felt a tinge of satisfaction, the man-child would respond to alcohol. That was a good thing.
Daxos laughed heartily at the man-child's response, "Oh I doubt that. I'm just big, dumb, and brutish. I don't think that a little wine will change your perspective." Despite his self-deprecation, the soldier was well aware that he was not dumb. He played up to that fact to most around him. Best to think that those around him thought him stupid. Their tongues might loosen.
He noticed the young lord's pain and felt a tinge of guilt, but he shook the thought from his head. He nodded to his ribs, "I didn't mean to cause you that much pain. I can take a look at it if you want?" He asked nonchalantly. He figured the young lord wouldn't take him up on the offer. Daxos probably wouldn't want the man who caused his injury to look after it, but most of those who caused injury to Daxos ended up dead so he wasn't too sure.
"And don't worry about talking to Timaeus, I do plan to speak with him myself. I'll tell him everything that has transpired today. I'm just following orders I hope you understand." Daxos brought the pitcher and mug over, filling it and handing it over to the young lord. "But I also have a few words to say to him, not regarding this... Debacle that we have had today. I heard you can't have wine? Bah..."
He poured himself some wine as well and took a big swig, probably not the smartest idea but he didn't want the young lord to think he was just trying to get on his good side. To be honest, Daxos wanted a drink, and he hated drinking alone. Not since his wife had passed.
Daxos rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, "Hell if I know how I got this posting," he took another swig before continuing, "I s'pose it's got something to do with Maleos volunteering me for escorting your mother to Midas. You know... When they found the previous king's ship. I suppose your brother thought I was the perfect man to guard his family."
Downing the rest of the mug and placing it gingerly on a table he began to stretch his arms, "I'll say at first I was happy. Personally requested by the baron himself? Ha! If I had known today would have happened I would have begged another posting."
"And what in Hades did you think you were doing? Climbing down the window like a madman? Do you despise your brother that much?" Daxos was quite curious on how the younger brother felt about the other. He knew that the older brother was very protective of his younger brother, but he knew overbearing when he saw it.
Silanos shrugged. If the man was adamant that he continue to think him the lout that he was, then so be it. He graced the soldier with a strange look as the man offered to see to the injury. “Might have thought of that before smashing into me like a fucking runaway ox”. He shook his head, there was not much that could be done for it anyway, and if he was going to let someone poke at his naked torso, he’d be making sure they were a lot prettier than Daxos.
When he sat, he gestured towards one of the other seats for Daxos to claim before readjusting the wrapped bundle of ice to hold it in place with his other hand. He frowned at the soldier’s promise to speak with Timaeus. Orders or not, the guard was throwing him to the wolves and he knew it. He was still scowling as he accepted the cup of wine, though it was as much irritation at himself for getting so..how he got sometimes. When reason just seemed to depart and leave him vulnerable to the most stupid of ideas.
Silanos knew it was at least in part due to lack of sleep, but had no answers for that. He’d rather deal with the consequences of some stupid decisions than the reality of living those nightmares every godsdamned night. Or at least that had been the case up until the whole Evras mess, where he’d realised that the consequences were possibly more scary and permanent than some dreams.
And so here they were.
The lord had the grace to look a little sheepish as Daxos told the tale of his posting. His discontent was not aimed at the man, but more his brother, and it was an unfortunate consequence that the soldier had borne the brunt of it.
“If you hadn’t interrupted me then it would of been much less dramatic” he drawled, sideeyeing the soldier. He would have slipped off for a couple hours and likely been back before anyone had noticed. Daxos was a damn sight more efficient than the guard in Eubocris had been, and Sil wasn't too happy about the fact. It was going to make life difficult. Still his gaze flickered away at mention of Timaeus.
Did he despise his brother? Silanos disliked the sound of the words. He loved his family, fiercely. But it had been harder trying to find his place since his return than he had expected. Tim had been wound up tighter that an a virgin’s cunt anyway. And then there had been that disasterous night. He gave a shrug. “You try being stuck in these four walls for days on end” Sil said. “My brother and I have different ideas about how I should be living my life.”
He yawned, took a hefty sip of wine. “Hence you.” There was an idle wave of the cup towards Daxos. “This would all go much easier if you weren’t so hands on.
Silanos surveyed the guard. His thoughts were growing muddled, that little snatch of sleep in the tavern not enough to have set him right again and he knew he was going to have to risk it again or be prepared to start seeing shit, which was never his favourite. He swallowed.
“I presume you’re planning on spending the rest of the day sitting outside my door like some lost puppy?"
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Silanos shrugged. If the man was adamant that he continue to think him the lout that he was, then so be it. He graced the soldier with a strange look as the man offered to see to the injury. “Might have thought of that before smashing into me like a fucking runaway ox”. He shook his head, there was not much that could be done for it anyway, and if he was going to let someone poke at his naked torso, he’d be making sure they were a lot prettier than Daxos.
When he sat, he gestured towards one of the other seats for Daxos to claim before readjusting the wrapped bundle of ice to hold it in place with his other hand. He frowned at the soldier’s promise to speak with Timaeus. Orders or not, the guard was throwing him to the wolves and he knew it. He was still scowling as he accepted the cup of wine, though it was as much irritation at himself for getting so..how he got sometimes. When reason just seemed to depart and leave him vulnerable to the most stupid of ideas.
Silanos knew it was at least in part due to lack of sleep, but had no answers for that. He’d rather deal with the consequences of some stupid decisions than the reality of living those nightmares every godsdamned night. Or at least that had been the case up until the whole Evras mess, where he’d realised that the consequences were possibly more scary and permanent than some dreams.
And so here they were.
The lord had the grace to look a little sheepish as Daxos told the tale of his posting. His discontent was not aimed at the man, but more his brother, and it was an unfortunate consequence that the soldier had borne the brunt of it.
“If you hadn’t interrupted me then it would of been much less dramatic” he drawled, sideeyeing the soldier. He would have slipped off for a couple hours and likely been back before anyone had noticed. Daxos was a damn sight more efficient than the guard in Eubocris had been, and Sil wasn't too happy about the fact. It was going to make life difficult. Still his gaze flickered away at mention of Timaeus.
Did he despise his brother? Silanos disliked the sound of the words. He loved his family, fiercely. But it had been harder trying to find his place since his return than he had expected. Tim had been wound up tighter that an a virgin’s cunt anyway. And then there had been that disasterous night. He gave a shrug. “You try being stuck in these four walls for days on end” Sil said. “My brother and I have different ideas about how I should be living my life.”
He yawned, took a hefty sip of wine. “Hence you.” There was an idle wave of the cup towards Daxos. “This would all go much easier if you weren’t so hands on.
Silanos surveyed the guard. His thoughts were growing muddled, that little snatch of sleep in the tavern not enough to have set him right again and he knew he was going to have to risk it again or be prepared to start seeing shit, which was never his favourite. He swallowed.
“I presume you’re planning on spending the rest of the day sitting outside my door like some lost puppy?"
Silanos shrugged. If the man was adamant that he continue to think him the lout that he was, then so be it. He graced the soldier with a strange look as the man offered to see to the injury. “Might have thought of that before smashing into me like a fucking runaway ox”. He shook his head, there was not much that could be done for it anyway, and if he was going to let someone poke at his naked torso, he’d be making sure they were a lot prettier than Daxos.
When he sat, he gestured towards one of the other seats for Daxos to claim before readjusting the wrapped bundle of ice to hold it in place with his other hand. He frowned at the soldier’s promise to speak with Timaeus. Orders or not, the guard was throwing him to the wolves and he knew it. He was still scowling as he accepted the cup of wine, though it was as much irritation at himself for getting so..how he got sometimes. When reason just seemed to depart and leave him vulnerable to the most stupid of ideas.
Silanos knew it was at least in part due to lack of sleep, but had no answers for that. He’d rather deal with the consequences of some stupid decisions than the reality of living those nightmares every godsdamned night. Or at least that had been the case up until the whole Evras mess, where he’d realised that the consequences were possibly more scary and permanent than some dreams.
And so here they were.
The lord had the grace to look a little sheepish as Daxos told the tale of his posting. His discontent was not aimed at the man, but more his brother, and it was an unfortunate consequence that the soldier had borne the brunt of it.
“If you hadn’t interrupted me then it would of been much less dramatic” he drawled, sideeyeing the soldier. He would have slipped off for a couple hours and likely been back before anyone had noticed. Daxos was a damn sight more efficient than the guard in Eubocris had been, and Sil wasn't too happy about the fact. It was going to make life difficult. Still his gaze flickered away at mention of Timaeus.
Did he despise his brother? Silanos disliked the sound of the words. He loved his family, fiercely. But it had been harder trying to find his place since his return than he had expected. Tim had been wound up tighter that an a virgin’s cunt anyway. And then there had been that disasterous night. He gave a shrug. “You try being stuck in these four walls for days on end” Sil said. “My brother and I have different ideas about how I should be living my life.”
He yawned, took a hefty sip of wine. “Hence you.” There was an idle wave of the cup towards Daxos. “This would all go much easier if you weren’t so hands on.
Silanos surveyed the guard. His thoughts were growing muddled, that little snatch of sleep in the tavern not enough to have set him right again and he knew he was going to have to risk it again or be prepared to start seeing shit, which was never his favourite. He swallowed.
“I presume you’re planning on spending the rest of the day sitting outside my door like some lost puppy?"