#dakkian

(TW: Death, Mention of torture)

Ever since he’d stood watching the remnants fall as Darnath wept on his shoulder and they’d spoken quietly, Flynn had been bothered. Dakkian had finally run out of answers for his questions...dragons didn’t just die, they didn’t. Not from spears, not from heartbreak, not from slaps to the face by those that had been supposed to protect them. The question of what if it was all of that at once, what if Jack had chosen to die, flickered in the brunette’s mind but dragons didn’t just die...they couldn’t. Clinging to the emerald scale, fingers tracing over the ridges like a talisman, Flynn headed into the city. He needed answers, and he’d go talk to his father’s old friends in the Blood Knights like he usually did, they at least had intimate knowledge of dragons outside of a love for their language like he had. The elf didn’t see Dakkian as he left, no doubt the half-elf off in his carpentry work shop so he called out to him, finger tracing over the ring on his finger with it’s green and blue starburst stone that matched perfectly to the dual-colored gaze his husband had. 

‘Heading into the city, be home later. Love you.’ he called out, heading to get his bike and taking off. 

‘Be safe, love you too.’ came the fond reply and Flynn smiled. 

His father’s contacts were always happy to see him. They asked him questions about his nobility search, how things were going with the registry, and gave him updates on his troops in Draenor. In return he asked rapid fire questions about dragons, the different aspects, the different kinds, and they knew, giving him quick but detailed answers, a crash course in dragons that only made Flynn more determined...Jack was not dead, there could not be a way that had killed him. But everything together could have? No, no he truly had to believe Jack was not gone, Jack...he needed to go to the Port, he needed to talk to that bastard captain himself, the asshole protector, just like Darnath had described him, one of them had to have real answers. Five hours later, that was his plan, but he wanted to grab Dakk and Lyren and his husband’s first, this would require some muscle. 

As Flynn drove back onto the property, there was the immediate sense something was wrong. It took the brunette a moment to place it, ears pinning back when he realized the runic wards were down...something had brought down his defense system. Driving faster now up the long path to his home, a sickly sweet and acrid stench was starting to assault his nose, and he slowed down as it got stronger and stronger...until he spotted the reason for it. The bike stalled as he leapt from it, racing towards what looked like a burned pile of animals, but as he got closer he could see what it really was, only one animal, charred and blackened, bones obvious, a rib cage, arms with blackened metal chains still wrapped around them, legs with obvious broken femurs charred from flames. Flynn nearly threw up, who would dare burn someone on his property?!

A letter was sitting near the body, this had been a long time ago apparently if the envelope wasn’t burned, and Flynn reached down to snatch it up, snarling angrily, whoever this was they’d get revenge, he could promise that. Opening it he pulled the paper out, emerald eyes scanning it fast...and then the world broke. 

“No...” he whispered, fingers clenching so hard the delicate paper tore. “No. No no...No.” 

Dear Lord Ryder

We found this Alliance Spy in the woods behind your property, so we treated him right and proper, like any proper Horde part of the Sin’dorei would. He looked well pampered so we apologize if we took your toy, but take heart in that he screamed prettily but didn’t confess any of your wrong doings before the torch was set upon him. Just consider this your ability to start fresh. I’ve enclosed a ring he had stolen from you, it’s value obviously above him. 

A True Sin’dorei

The  onyx wedding ring with the tiny red fox face, it’s emerald eyes glinting up at him fell into his hand then from the torn apart envelope, and Flynn stared at it blankly, the rings he’d made so long ago to allow himself and Dakk speak to each other no matter where they were...it was not on Dakkian’s finger. 

“I love you, and I always will, I promise to be by your side for as long as the fates allow..”

He didn’t even feel the ground hit his knees before the body, he could hear someone screaming and he realized he should check on them, but he couldn’t move, staring at the charred remains of his husband, his love and soulmate, his reason for living. It wasn’t until thick arms wrapped around him and the sound was cut off as his chest was squeezed that he realized he had been the one screaming. He fought as the body was pulled away from him...no...he was pulled away from the body, fighting tooth and nail, snarling angrily, beyond words as he fought. Dakkian...Dakkian was there...he couldn’t...he couldn’t leave him. He’d left and now Dakkian was...Dakk was...

He was screaming again, and all he could do was fight, and scream, because Dakkian was dead.

The runes had warned Flynn before he'd even woken up, someone was trying to get into their sanctuary...someone who didn't mean to be polite. He'd warned Dakkian, and had found Adrekan and Lyren shortly in the hall as he and Dakkian went to find out who was trying to come in, and more importantly why. Jack had warned Flynn that all of their friends were likely tainted, so he knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant visit, but nothing had prepared him to see Donavin Shado'loran, hair nearly shorn completely off, standing looking like he was about to light his Estate on fire. 

Flynn had reacted fast, using the blunt edges of his daggers to drive Donavin to pay attention to him instead of the defenseless stone and wood, and it had worked...he'd gotten a magic ball of fire to the side for his troubles but his house had been saved. Lyren had come then, and though Flynn had tried to speak to Vin, to talk him down from the insanity in his mind, it had done nothing but agitate the other and the fire mage had needed to step in, flames singing off the rest of Vin's hair but not killing him as he and Adrekan had worked to stop the other elf, trying to render him unconscious. 

Vin was nearly incapacitated, but suddenly there was another one to focus on, one that made Flynn's heart clench when he heard the roaring insane words. That voice should never sound so harsh, so crazy. He'd never heard Gentil like that before, and it would haunt him in his nightmares for a long time as he listened to the hatred and insanity spew from the delicate priest. He'd tried again to speak to the other, confused as to where the arcane magic was coming from, but he remembered Jack and Talon had mentioned Gabe...he almost wondered if Gentil was possessed but that hadn't mattered as he ran at the priest, before feinting to move behind him and grab him. 

Lyren had been much more practical in his method of attacking a magic user, instead of physically assaulting Gentil he had tapped into arcane magicks, and suddenly the crazed elf was a crazed white rabbit in Flynn's arms, kicking violently to be free. Seizing the rabbit by the scruff, Flynn had carried them inside, fear pounding in his heart when Dakkian went to go check and see where Vin might have gone since the elf had vanished, but he had tried to keep focused on bunny Gentil so he wouldn't get away....he was supposed to protect him, not lose him to be eaten by a wandering mur'ghoul. 

He'd put him in a cooking pot with a lid to avoid being bitten, following Lyren into the sitting room where Adrekan had set up nasty looking magic sapping chains. Adrekan and Lyren worked well as a team, Lyren dropping the spell and helping the exorcist bind Gentil before the priest could get away. Flynn had shied away at first of removing Gen's clothing, but the snappish patience the other two showed in telling him to do it made him sit on the priest's legs, stripping his top first to see what they could find. 

He hadn't seen it, but Adrekan had, buried beneath a swirling contract was the rune he had removed from his own mate...and Adrekan growled at it. The Knight had taken Flynn's dagger then, studying the mark to make sure he didn't break whatever weirdness was already etched into the other's flesh before stabbing into the Old God mark, pouring his own corrupted essence into it to seize control, twisting it to his own mind and domination, then snapping it completely and wrenching out the blade with a twist. 

Flynn simply watched Gentil, who he'd offered his arm to bite down on. Gen had kept trying to bite him and the brunette figured he wouldn't just bite into leather so he'd offered up his bare flesh and tried to remain impassive as the priest's teeth dug deep into flesh and muscle, nearly to bone as blood, saronite, and something else drained from him. He let Gentil keep his teeth imbedded in his skin until finally the priest let go, slumping back and seeming to go unconscious, Flynn couldn't tell. He'd nearly been done himself, falling back and laying numbly against the couch, hugging his wounded arm to his chest as he watched Lyren and Adrekan work to unchain and clean up the blond. 

Dakkian had saved him then, coming back and quickly bandaging his arm, never chiding him for his no doubt idiotic choice. He simply took care of him, agreeing to let Gentil stay with them one more night in their room before he'd need to move back to his own, slathering his blistered burn with salve and bandaging that before hurrying the brunette off to sleep.

He had been in the city for the morning, restlessly wandering and had run into Anadal. He still couldn't believe the redhead was back after so many years not being around, he'd missed him terribly and though he tried to be more cold, a little bit of a petty revenge...it failed miserably every time he saw just the bare hint of a grin or smirk, he'd missed his friend. 

That didn't mean it wasn't without problems, Anadal had mentioned a letter, Flynn had no idea what the other was talking about and he'd gotten so worked up he'd managed to knock himself into one of the migraines he seemed to be frequented with as of late. The pain killers he'd been given were few but this one had merited a precious vial, and he'd managed to limp home with only a dull throb in his temples to accompany him. 

Arriving home Dakkian was waiting for him, but their reunion was short lived when the stench hit him. Flynn had embraced his heightened senses along with everything else that came when he'd found out his true heritage, but one thing he hated admitting he could hone in on like a hound was blood...the scent permeated the house, thick and heavy, living and warm. His mouth watered for it before he could come back to himself. 

Immediately he grabbed the half-elf, looking him over, but the scent was further away, it wasn't his husband. Dakkian gave him a perplexed look but the brunette couldn't explain, focused on finding where the odor was coming from..had someone hurt themselves? He had a full house now, nearly ten other people lived with him at any one time, any of them could be injured and it was up to him to find them. "Blood." he managed to get out, before racing up the stairs, nostrils flaring as he turned left, away from their bedroom and down the hall towards the area Gentil and the others had claimed. 

They found him in a small puddle, paler now than ever, leg bleeding sluggishly from a hideous wound that tore open delicate flesh. Flynn dashed to the priest's side as Dakkian quickly turned to run back down the hall, by the time Flynn had moved the elf to the bed his husband had returned with a medical kit and towels, and Flynn was ever grateful at how quick his husband thought under stress...he'd only panicked and tried to wake Gentil with nothing in return. 

Dakkian set the med kit to the side, stroking over his husband's back soothingly before heading into the bathroom to get hot water. Flynn focused, gently starting to clean the wound, ears twitching as he zeroed in on the priest's weak heart beat.

"That's it Gen...just keep breathing." he said softly as he worked the wound carefully, a swipe of blood licked from his finger absently, licking his lips as he waited. "Not poisoned." Flynn said with a sigh of relief, grinning sheepishly up at the stern look Dakkian was giving him. "What? Easiest way to tell and he didn't die instantly!" "Don't do it again." Dakkian grumbled, before handing him more towels, opening the med kit and frowning. "Y'know how to stitch yeah?" "Well...leather, skins." Flynn frowned at the wound. "He's the one who can put delicate skin back together...I'll make him look terrible." 

"Better a weird scar on his leg than dead Flynn...you can help him, none of the others can get to him in time, come on love."  Dakkian gently encouraged, getting out thread and needle and candle. 

Flynn swallowed hard, but nodded as he took them all from the other, carefully sterilizing the needle like he'd watched Gentil do, focusing and holding the wound closed, slowly stitching it closed.  Dakkian leaned down, picking up the blade, frowning at it before looking back at Gentil and his husband. "Why Gen?" he asked into the air. 

Dear Lord Shado'loran,

I seem to have had a bit of a problem arise the other day, in that I've lost an entire day of time for the most part, and Darnath found some sort of magic thing on me. He suggested, and Dakkian too, that I speak to you on it, and perhaps you could assist me with finding out what it is. 

There's no rush, after the initial morning I've only been experiencing some bad headaches, I did nearly pass out again today but I imagine it might just be because I over-exerted myself. If you would, at you convenience, stop by I'd be happy to host you for tea and dinner while we sort this out. 

My thanks in advance,

Flynn Ryder

Sprinkling the paper with the powder to dry the ink, Flynn waited a few moments before folding it up, sliding it in an envelope and sealing it with wax. Placing it in a basket for Jav'ris to pick up, the brunette stood, grimacing as he nearly toppled over, grabbing the desk so hard he heard the wood actually crack, keeping himself from face planting. 

"Damn it.."  he cursed, taking slow breaths as he steadied himself. This wasn't good, he knew it wasn't, he couldn't keep playing it off like he was but there was some part of him that wanted to...that wanted to rip up that letter, but he wasn't going to lie to Dakkian. 

He'd convinced them to open the portal in Tranquilien, far from the city even though it was probably more easily connected. Thankfully the Forsaken were accommodating, and Flynn was only chastised vaguely for disturbing the rather delicate magic balance in the slowly cleansing forest, since it was a chance to test out just how powerful those ley lines had gotten in the years since their corruption. 

The elf lead his brown she-wolf down the familiar and yet long missed path towards his Estate, taking in the subtle changes that had happened over the months. Elf Killer and Dakkian walked beside him, the half-elf just grinning as his husband babbled about a change in a plant he noticed or a healthy tree that had once been gnarled and nearly dead. 

This was home, it had always been home, this Darkened Wood that had housed so many memories from childhood. He had abandoned them for those years, living in the city, trying to forget where he was from...yet here he was, so excited to notice the cracked worn stone had been replaced, that signs of life were returning once more to the land he had decided to settle in once and for all. 

Flynn frowned, wiping sweat from his brow, snorting. "I never noticed how warm it is here." he complained to his husband as they walked.

"It's not, yer just used to livin' in a place that's got permafrost growin' on the trees." Dakkian replied with a chuckle, hiding his excitement more easily but even he was being swept up by the idea of home. 

"Speaking of, let's never go anywhere cold again." Flynn replied, shuddering. "Hate cold." he muttered. 

Dakkian shook his head, taking his husband's hand. "Makes cuddling nicer." he said idly, hurrying his steps just a bit as they crossed through the near invisible magical bonds that protected the Ryder Estate. 

Runes that had been first placed by Darnath so long ago, that had been redone both by the Knight and by Flynn has his lessons had progressed from Lord Shado'loran, the first line of protection for their home and land. The runes shielded the home from detection, it made it very difficult for those that the Lord didn't know from entering the property, and more importantly to Flynn, it kept those he wanted out, nicely deterred...after all no one liked being magically stunned and snared. 

At last the Estate loomed in front of them, and Flynn gave up pretense, hurrying along but as much as he wanted to rush through the front door, he headed to the stables first, carefully making sure his wolf was cared for with fresh meat and water in her pen, knowing Elf Killer would look after her as well once Dakkian finished his own care. 

At last, saddled with furs and linens from Draenor, massive backpacks and satchels from their journeys in the new world, and a need to be inside, Flynn opened his heavy wooden door, and stepped into the foyer of his manor. The smell hit him first, the smell of sea and gently burning flowery candles. The low scents of him and his husband, nearly scoured from the air in the time they had been gone. He smelled Gentil, visitors, Syn and Darnath, Jav'ris and others he did not recognize, but it was home.

Dropping the packages on the ground, just staring around at the decor, the sitting room to the left, the closed doors that lead to a formal dining room beyond, the hall that lead to the kitchen and the stairs that lead to the two wings of the home, Flynn's ears lowered, and he felt his breath choke. He had never been away so long since he'd claimed this land as his, and he looked at Dakkian, who was watching him with a fond smile, who nodded in understanding and rubbed his back in soothing circles. 

"Welcome home l'il fox." the half-elf said, leaning in to kiss him, stealing the little sob that his elf made as he soothed the homesickness away with gentle touches and soft words, closing the door and locking the outside away for the brunette. 

"Feel like I'm gonna wake up and we won't be here." Flynn replied, voice rough as he scrubbed at his eyes to get the moisture away.

Dakk smirked, pinching the elf's butt, laughing as Flynn jumped and made a small noise. "Hurts yeah? No dreamin' for you." he teased, relieved when that normal Flynn smile broke out on his husband's face. 

He recognized the room the moment he opened his eyes, an old throwback to when the estate had been given freely to a friend, before he'd taken it back after the forced shut down of the brothel. It had been his favorite room, the Sun Room, a bed bedecked with crimson and black sheets with the golden blazing Sin'dorei sigil on the pillows. there were sheer curtains hanging from the thick wood posts in crimson and purple, that hung loosely from the ceiling to create large sweeping tendrils. They moved gently in the warm air that circulated, spreading the thick scent of thistle from the burners on each table at each corner of the room. This was a room meant only for decadence, the walls tingled with the magics that had been used by countless very rich individuals who wished to bring their courtesans to such a place. Protected by runes so that the magic was absorbed and was harmless to the rest of the home, this room had seen Knights and Warlocks alike, the only sign they were ever there had been the faintly glowing green marks high on the ceiling that were purged after every use. 

Flynn knew what he'd see when he looked back at the bed, it was a special dream, one he very rarely had, a vestige left over from his wilder days when he had dreams about everyone he met in provocative positions. There they were, his husband half naked strewn across the crimson sheets, lips kiss swollen and eyes burning in excitement. The one beside him on the bed, dark hair and long ears, pure muscle and blue eyes, Flynn had never experienced sex with Darnath but in his dream he had them both. In this dream it was special, a threesome that would never happen, a fantasy that was innocent enough as most went. 

Yet this time something was different, something was off. When he approached the bed his legs felt like lead. Usually by now the other two would turn and notice him, Dakk shooting off a quip about how the bed was big enough and Dar flashing him that heart melting grin of his and making a come hither motion that the brunette could never refuse. This time they didn't turn, they simply began to go through the motions of the dream...together. He was forgotten, and it surprised him how much it burned. 

'This is what will happen once you are gone.' a voice seethed around him, and Flynn jerked, blinking in surprise.

'Once you end up lost due to some mishap, to not protecting yourself and him, this is what will happen. You will lose him...he'll pick the one stronger than you, the one in control.' 

Flynn growled, head feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds when he tried to turn it away from the image on the bed. There was nothing, just a hissing voice and a dull ache in his arm...a dull ache in his left arm, where the runes were. Darnath's words came to him, those words that had slashed through his righteous anger when the Knight had dared criticize his husband. 

"If you were half as devoted to balancing yourself as you are at defending your husband, I would wager you would not be having these dreams in the first place."

Head snapping back to the image on the bed, Flynn closed his eyes, focusing. Instead of closing off the part of him that he locked away, he embraced it...there. The scent, it was lost almost in the thistle, buried but he could just make it out. Shadow magic didn't particularly smell like anything, but it tasted on the tongue, like lilacs and metal, it burned on the way down, smooth unlike Fel that felt like fire against the back of his teeth. Not a warlock then, something else...something familiar...

Crimson eyes snapped back open and Flynn looked up with ease at the runes on the ceiling. The dream seemed to quiver, even the figures on the bed hesitated, turning to look at him like deer caught in candlelight. 

'No...it won't happen. And you will not taint something innocent that is mine.' The brunette snarled at the shadows, he could see them now, could see where the runes in the ceiling burned purple and violet, and sparkled under another's touch. 

The voice chuckled dark and deep, the shadows suddenly rushing at him to surround him, blocking him from the room, enclosing him in utter darkness. He lost himself then, a nauseating sense of vertigo launching him to a dark place, a single light shining on Dakkian's dead body, deep gouges from claws and blood pooled beneath the half-elf making it obvious what had happened, especially when Flynn looked down to see his deep crimson stained clawed fingers. 

'It's either that, or you do this...which one do you choose mm? Or you can choose the safest route...let me lock it away boy. Let me protect you and those you love.' 

Flynn stared at the body, stared at the mark on Dakkian's collarbone where his fangs had sunk in just above the bone so long ago, claiming the half-elf as his. It was a mark no one had seen, and yet it symbolized something far more important than Flynn had realized all those months ago...he suddenly realized that his Other, that other part, it had claimed Dakkian. 

'It won't hurt him.' he said suddenly, realization flashing like a golden beacon in the never ending darkness, exploding like a firework and blinding the shadows. 'I won't hurt him.' he said with more confidence, turning red eyes and black claws towards the shadows now as the body of his husband became whole, the half-elf standing up woozily, looking at him curiously. 'I would never hurt him, none of me, all of me is devoted to him. You can't stop that, you can't change that.'

The shadows trembled, the tenuous hold shattering as Flynn snarled, his voice seeming to shatter them to their very core. 'I won't let you take that part of me...I won't let you take me. Get...OUT!'

Flynn jerked in bed, gasping and then snarling in pain as he forced his fingers to undig themselves from his left arm, jerking at the scent of blood when it found him, flailing wildly for Dakkian and panicking even more when he realized the half-elf was gone. 

It took him a second to realize where he was, still in the Garrison in their room, the blood was his, he'd sunk his claws into his arm, leaving four good sized holes thankfully not in the ink of his tattoo, he wouldn't have wanted to explain that to Lord Shado'loran. His arm burned like fire, it radiated up his shoulder and down his back, and he hissed as he tried to soothe it. He swore he could see shadow marks curling off the bed, escaping to somewhere else but all that mattered were the runes etched into his flesh, that burned and warned that they had tried to stop something...but something had gotten through. No, Flynn growled. Someone.

Dakkian found him later that morning after coming home from his night patrol, upper arm wrapped and bandaged down to his elbow, left hand clenching and unclenching as he sat writing something, quill moving furiously as he wrote. The half-elf frowned, coming up to him, frown deepening when he saw blood splots on the bandage. "Wha's this?" he gently poked the white gauze. 

"Had a bad dream, we're going home." Flynn replied, frowning as his ears flicked down, focused on how to explain what the Garrison did for those they'd leave in charge. 

Dakkian blinked, reaching out to grab Flynn's chin, pulling him to lock eyes with him. "What d' you mean. Wha' bout that conversation we had with Darnath?"

Flynn blinked, then his eyes widened. "Oh! Shit, no." he put his quill down then, motioning for Dakkian to sit. "No, that conversation saved me. You saved me too, the dream...it tried to corrupt a fantasy of mine, and when I broke it, it tried to show that you'd die at my hands if I didn't do as my uncle wanted me to." The elf snorted. "But.." he grinned. "I realized Dar was right. I have to balance myself, and...well if I can do it by defending you, even in a dream?" he chuckled. "Sorry I'm not making much sense, I've been working on these orders for the last hour."

Dakkian looked over at the sheets of paper, snorting. "You're serious about goin' home then?" he asked, a small hint of excitement in his tone.

Flynn blinked groggily, staring up at the ceiling from his couch. He felt foggy, his head hurt and felt stuffed like cotton. Had he been drinking too much again? Groaning, he tried to move, a searing pain ripping through his chest making him hiss and choke on a cry of agony, arm immediately wrapping around the searing inferno that had been his rib cage. He nearly rolled off the couch trying to curl up to stop it, forcing himself to breathe slowly, gasping made the cracked bone shift and jolt and only made it worse. 

Memories flooded him, Dakkian stopping him in Brill, forcing him to think straight about what they were about to do...together. They did it too, managing to destroy the last vestige of the pack that had killed his sister the Forsaken had found. Flynn let the memories settle, finally opening his eyes, panic hitting him...they hadn't escaped unscathed. 

In the end they had fought the Alpha, a massive beast that had burned them with magical fire and had sent him into a wall with enough force to break several of his ribs. He'd risen off the floor to Dakkian howling in pain as the monster had ripped into his body with it's claws, until a deafening shot had gone off and the monstrous worgen had slumped, the half-elf ending it's life unceremoniously with a gun shot straight to the chest. 

The damage had been done though, as Flynn tried desperately to stop the blood flow, Dakkian had grown more and more pale...he'd assured him he wouldn't die, he wasn't going to die, but he didn't really remember much after that. The Forsaken came, he thought, but then everything had gotten dark, and the half-elf had disappeared. Now he was home? Where was everyone? The house was growing dark, he didn't see Dakk anywhere. 

"Dakk..." he croaked, barely even hearing himself, so he tried again. "Dakkian!" he shouted, whimpering at the burning pain that erupted once more. 

A warm hand ran over his forehead, a soothing voice that he knew but didn't want to hear calmed him as he let himself be pushed back down on the couch.

"Shh, calm yourself my lord." Jav'ris said, frowning as Flynn tried to fight him. "You're fine, and Dakkian is fine, I have him lying down on the couch in the sunroom until Gentil gets back."

"No...no he's dead..." Flynn's voice cracked, the delirium kicking in again as he fought weakly against the grip on his forehead, eyes sliding shut. "Killed him...I killed him." he moaned, voice slurring as he fell back to sleep. 

Flynn sighed, staring at the piece of paper in front of him. Chewing absent-mindedly on his gold tipped pen, he decided to write the first, and easiest of letters that there was in this. 

Dear Valmarian,

Dakk and I would like to meet up with you again, if you'd like. For old times sake. Maybe in the city or the forest outside of it? Due to some unforeseen circumstances we can't really go much further, but we'd enjoy seeing you again. 

See you soon,

Flynn

Signing and sealing it, Flynn put it to the side, frowning at the next note he needed to write. He'd conversed with Keythan, and had been pained at how much the elf didn't know about his brother. Protective anger had welled up inside him at the mention of the creature that had nearly killed Dakkian in the long run, the Duchess. She had poisoned him in the first place, to keep him going when she needed him, and Flynn was fully behind the plot he and Keythan had hatched.

It had been a good conversation, and he'd come home in a wonderful mood, right up until he hit the door and realized he'd revealed a lot to Dakkian's brother, things Dakk might not have wanted him to. Asking the half-elf to speak with him had been difficult, Dakk had nearly had an anxiety attack at one point, but Flynn had soothed him as much as possible, even to the point where Dakk had agreed to have Keythan over for dinner, which was important now more than ever. That lead to his next letter. 

Keythan,

Within the weekend we'd like to have you for dinner. Please let me know which evening would be the most convenient for you.

Flynn

The last letter irked him deeply, but he knew, from a noble stand point, that Dakkian being listed as dead, even in Dalaran, could cause problems down the road for them if someone were to try and make a claim against them with it as a reason. Flynn put the letter he wanted to write to Dakkian's father to the side, instead addressing the Dalaran Magistry itself. 

To whom it may concern,

I write on behalf of myself and my husband, residents in standing with the nobility of Silvermoon City. It has been erroneously noted that my husband, Dakkian Connell, is deceased. Please find enclosed his record of marriage, registry with the Hall of Records, and his claims to nobility and all rights and lands owned jointly between us. Also, please find enclosed work orders and customers he has performed duties and jobs for in the last two years. If you have any questions please contact me or him at your earliest convenience. 

Sincerely,

Lord Flynn Ryder

Flynn frowned at the letter, making a small face. He'd never been good at making official statements, but he hoped this was enough to at least reverse some of what Dakkian's father had done. If anything it might have a neutral party come out and see that Dakk wasn't dead, and that he could be re-listed as alive and owning property and land, in case Dalaran became less crazy over time. 

Now the last letter..and this one Flynn needed help with. Picking up the paper, and his pen, he headed for Dakkian's workshop, slipping inside and propping himself up a box while he worked on something.