â you need a cause, mavey. â now it is his fathers voice that haunts his mind. stark is itâs comparison to his mother. the great king tiberias calore, sixth of his name. the all distracted and oblivious would have been a more fitting summation of his character. his father was a king who spoke of war as if he had a hunger for it, but he was too much of a coward to rid norta of itâs terrorists. his father was a failure ââââ maybe it is in that pitiful epiphany where the two of them are similar. still, maven hates the sound of that stupid nickname. typically only used by cal, who shared shared his fatherâs name, the seventh. but maven can obviously still remember the way it left his lips, his mother leaving that memory to fester inside him.Â
his father always something more of him. wanted him to find a purpose. because maven wasnât like his brother. barbaric on a battlefield and warm with the eyes of his dead original lover, coriane. every time tiberias looked into mavenâs eyes he would only see cold water. as if it was mavenâs fault that he had his motherâs eyes, blue as the sky on a winter morning. and now here was this punk, someone who so obviously was trying to rebel against the society around him, because why else would he seek out an outsider ? someone who seemed like a fellow outcast in the grandest scheme of things. he knows the anger the boys feels very well. to brushed aside without a seconds hesitation. he knows just how badly it stings. but the miscalculated the kinship doesnât stop the shit eating grin that forms on his face, though. it bleeds into existence like a cashmere cat out of thin air.
blue eyes size up the boys frame, holding back a scoff when the land again on the color of the boys hair. PURPOSE. what could this fool possibly know about purpose ? maven remembers carrying the weight of a country, a various personas and the weight of an incompetent brother. the former boy king crosses his hands into his lap and settles deeper into his chair. it is no throne, and the brute feeling of it beneath him makes him question how the hell silent stone could be more comfortable than this stupid chair. â waste away ? â his fingers come up to his mouth trying to hide his chuckle. â what makes you think iâve got any plans to stick around in this decrepit place? by the looks of it, you look in need of my help. so go on then, share with me this proposition. â
Quentin had a split second to make a very serious decision. On top of that it was one heâd never favored. Heâd never been an eavesdropper, at least not telepathically. Heâd climb into anotherâs skin with disregard just to dance them around like a marionette but seeing other peopleâs memories was a different kind of invasionâmore intimate. Whether it was self respect or self obsession that normally lead him away from this choice in this small moment it where he was staring down this boyâs smug expression.
Calm passed over Quentin as he returned Mavenâs royal demeanor. âYouâre world must have been incredible. Mutants subjugating humans, oh but youâve got a whole different set of words donât you? Silvers, reds, so silly. But then so is the idea of monarchies and you had plenty of those didnât you? So many rules and so much disparity. Revolting.â He looked the young prince in his electric blue eyes; his next words were chosen carefully. âYouâve got no where to go, Maven. This isnât youâre world, itâs mine. Thereâs no one between you and âyourâ throne because there is no throne.âÂ
Youâve got a name for people like me donât you? Itâs a good one too. I must say I like it. He thought. But I think, oh yes. Iâm certainly nothing like any that youâve known. If that helps.Â
âThe truth is,â His voice was barely whisper. âIâve looked into your very being and what I see disgusts me. Youâre spineless. Youâve been carved into an empty shell of hate. So here is my proposition for the useless prince: you know war and I need numbers. In return Iâll give you nothing and even less if that is what youâd. like. Because youâre right about one thing; this place is decrepit and I want to fix that.â