Loqi Tummelt

but what choice had he had? loqi's bluffs were rarely just that, he'd trot off to their mother and drop blatantly obvious hints until he'd either completely ratted on him or until their mother had grown suspicious of the two of them.

that was find for sneaking beers or getting caught sneaking out during the night - but the stakes were too high in this game and loqi didn't even know he was in the middle of it.

' did you actually just threaten to tell ma on me? ' reno's brows arched incredulously, finally letting go of his brother's shirt - he wanted to scoff at his threat, but there was a little voice in the back of his head that counselled how much bigger this shitshow would get if their mother got involved ... regardless of the fact that he was a fully grown man with a child of his own.

And he might as well have thrown a bucket of ice water at him. Empire. Turk. Ex-Turk.

Loqi stared at his brother for a moment, as if he waited for Reno to add a “it’s just a joke.” To it all with one of his bored looks. But none of that was coming.

“There is no being an ex-Turk…”, Loqi mumbled, remembering one of the very little things he could recall from back at the Empire. Turks always stayed Turks. To a degree. His brother was the best example. And while Reno had turned his back to the Empire… he had bene just a teenager back then. He could be saved. But this Verdot? He was old. Surely in business since he had been a teenager, too.

And he was not defecting openly, as it seemed. Reno was cagey as hell.

“We have to tell Ma!”, Loqi hissed, trying to fight down the bubbling panic in him. A Turk! Here! Asking about their family! The hell was going on…

reno wanted to roll his eyes and drag a hand over his face when loqi continued - this was just going from bad to worse. not only was there a ghost from their pasts alive and in their home outpost, but now his darling little brother had invited him for a few beers.

his thoughts were doing somersaults to try and piece together a cover that would both answer loqi's questions and rebuff his suspicions, and then how he was going to get veld to play along when loqi snapped him out of his daze, turning to go find their mother or dave.

fuck no.

reaching out, reno grabbed a handful of his younger brother's shirt and yanked him backwards, pulling the teenager back to the space between the truck and rocky wall of meldacio, guarding them from the view of everyone else,

Loqi had honestly not expected such a sharp reaction. Holding up his hands, as if he was admitting defeat, Loqi’s look changed from surprised to shocked, confused and then angry.

Trying to tear Reno’s hand off of him, the younger brother scoffed at the older’s warning.

“Oh. Okay?”, he replied with a mockery undertone.

It was clear from that sudden shift in behaviour that reno actually very well knew who Verdot was. He had just tried to play him for a fool. Fucking great. As if Loqi would stay low now. Nope. Not a chance. Something was off and Reno knew about it.

fuck off veld.

had he gotten a kick out of those double-meanings? had he laughed to himself as he both lied and told loqi the truth, all in the one go? had he taken enjoyment out of the fact that loqi was going to have a shitload of questions for reno now?

fucker was probably laughing his ass off knowing that reno was caught completely off-guard by this and he now had to try and abate loqi's suspicions.

breathing out, reno clenched and unclenched his fist, wiping away a few rivulets of blood on his pants before he kicked the tyre iron closer to the truck and looked down the length of meldacio, searching for an overly familiar face he knew would be sticking to the shadows.

So Loqi wasn’t entirely sure Reno’s questions were an act or not. Seemed pretty strange for his otherwise face-cataloguing brother to forget one like that.

“I know Dad helps a lot of folks. But that guy is having ‘wrong’ stamped all over him. He is fucking creepy, Reno. And he acts strange. He didn’t even want to come with me, when I invited him for a beer here.”

Not that Loqi had left him much of a choice there.

Sighing and putting his arms akimbo, Loqi seemed to give up, though.

a younger version of himself would council not to allow personal emotions to cloud his judgement, and this was the very reason why. he had backed himself into a proverbial corner and he was stuck here until morning's light broke.

' verdot. ' the name slipped off his tongue with a practiced ease as veld gratefully took the bottle of beer the teenager offered him. switching hands, he popped the cap on the bottle with the fingers of his prosthetic arm, reaching over to loqi's bottle before he arched a brow in a silent offer to open it for him.

“My brother is away.”, he simply shrugged his answer. He would not give out details on where Reno was -. Or any of his family. An old lesson and one Loqi stuck to. This stranger did not need to know everything. And ‘away’ could literally mean he was over on the other side of the road, too.

Leaning back with a sigh, Loqi seemed to relax.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

the closest haven to the headquarters was capitis haven at the vesperpool and the last dregs of daylight had already faded to dusk, the external floodlights of the outpost turning on to keep the daemons at bay.

veld was snookered and he didn't like it.

casting a glance to the house he knew to be dave aburnbrie's on the right of the road that bisected the outpost, and then across to the left to where tables were set out between the small store and another house, the ex-turk hedged his bets that it would be easier to hide in plain view.

' very well, a drink it is, ' that and it might seem less of a threat for reno or dave to see him seated amongst others in the open, as opposed to finding him sitting at a kitchen table inside their home, even if that open area was situated between the store ida tended and the house that ezma auburnbrie called home.

grimacing as he picked one of the chair with its back partially to the road of meldacio and partially to the store, veld disliked not being able to keep watch on his surroundings, but it was a small sacrifice to make if it meant ida tummelt didn't notice him sitting there, talking with her youngest boy as if they were old friends.

' your father and i, ' are old friends. were old friends? which father were they speaking about? the one the boy barely remembered? the one who had sacrificed his own status, safety and life to ensure his boy didn't get shipped off to the lucian mainland to die a different day in a different mech?

Loqi grabbed two bottles of beer from the bar at the slight protest of the bartender. But Loqi had gotten used to snatching a bottle here and there so long as his parents didn’t catch him.

And from here it looked like he could keep an eye on either chance location where his parents usually were about. Handy.

“U-huh.”, Loqi simply commented on that guy’s story about why he knew Dave. He would later have to ask his dad about that. Placing one bottle in front of the guy, the boy leaned back, creasing his eyebrows in thought for a moment.