#thetachonisboy

[ for Nikola~ ]

They’re alone now. The fire crackling in front of them as Julien looks up at Occtis. Emerald eyes are watching the other man as his armored hand digs into the wood of the stump he was sitting on. The others asleep in their tents as Julien soon stands and sits himself next to the other.

“So… I was thinking of what you said a while back” he can’t help but snort as he’s about to ask this.

(for.... guess :p)

Send me a ♥ for a kiss!

"Occtis!"

The fight was over, Nikola having used every offensive spell he knew to push back the guards and frighten them away. There was blood on his hands from slamming a harrowing ballad into the sorcerous warrior that had him grappled; as his ear started to bleed, Nikola managed to get away and leave him for Vaelus and Julien to deal with.

Suddenly he was rushing to the wizard's side to make sure no one had gotten to him. Thaisha and Aranessa were tending to their martial companions, and he had no intention to crowd. But certainly running into vassals of his family would have been difficult for Occtis. That meant word that he was traveling towards their ancestral lands would catch up with his family.

The barkeep momentarily glanced over his shoulder at the young man, someone admitting something rather close to his chest in a moment of vulnerability. It happened from time to time, more than the average person liked to think about, but not with someone like this— not someone draped in the purples and the finery of a noble house, a mage whose brand of magic tasted like ozone in the back of Victor’s throat. He licked his lips after turning his head back to his work. A Tachonis. Handsome, intriguing… cruel and dangerous. He poured a drink and sent it down to the orc druid, the flick of his hand so practiced not a drop spilled as the drink slid. Preparing another ceramic cup, wiping the condensation off with a rag, he finally looked up at the young noble.

He noticed the way the other acted when trying to hide away his pain. The way he stiffened, moving and flinching at the way he tried to move it. Julian’s gaze lingers on his shoulder for a moment before taking the hand on the undamaged shoulder. Dragging him a long to a different room when no one was looking. Last thing he needs is to get an earful.

“You shouldn’t be stirring so far out of Dol-Makjar during the school semester,” Tempris chided lightly as she strode into the room. She barely acknowledged the others as she strode into the room, even as Occtis’ Davinos companion brandished his rapier at her. Once she was close to her brother, despite what seemed to be the protests of all the group, she hugged him; it was an awkward hug, as if Tempris themselves had never had a truly affectionate hug in their life. Pulling away, she inspected her brother after seeing him for the first time in person in many years.

His gaze had been directed away, focused on re-stringing his yarting, when he heard the sound of his new husband entered the room with a sigh on his lips. Brow furrowed, Nikola looked up expectantly, listening as Occtis vented.

"Don't let any of your family overhear that, my dear," he laughed softly, though without much mirth, setting down his instrument. Obrimus Manor certainly was no great home for either of them; it likely brought up bad memories for Occtis, and Nikola himself could hardly ever get used to the darkness of it all after the warm, open halls of Palazzo Davinos and the radiant beauty of the Golden Orchard. Of course, the sideways glares of the other Tachonis relatives only made the experience less pleasant. They hadn't yet converted their newest member by marriage to their cause, and that infuriated them.

How could they not have foreseen that Nikola and Occtis would grow close, that the outsider would revile them for how they treated the man they had him marry?