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Started by Kassandros Essair, May 29, 2018, 06:21 AM
Kassandros Essair
light from the shadows
Warlord
85 Posts 17 Years Nonbinary 5' 9" House Essair Warlord Written by Esmera
Is this your salvation? Is this all you can give? I will not stand in reflection of someone else's dream.
May 29, 2018, 06:21 AM / 519 Words
Even this soon after winter had come and gone, the sea wasn't really cold. It was an odd thing, but, Kassandros had eventually deduced the southern water currents brought warm water into the Aont Strait, breaking into two south of Jihon and going around the island. It was part of what made the weather so... so, and it was interesting to learn about. Kassandros liked learning in general, but there were only a few things he found really interesting. The sea was one. The sky was the other.

Somewhere amid the morning routine, because that was the only time he could escape the house, Kass had disappeared, scurried down the side of the estate, around the outer perimeter of the wall, and then down the short cliffs. The beach was all sand, to the east of the estate about a quarter mile, if that, and about two or three hundred yards inland, giant, rocky cliffs rose and seemingly held the land up, but there was one side where the cliffs dropped off, and the sand gradually transitioned into dirt. Kass always used that transition spot to scurry out onto the sand, usually barefoot and still in his pyjamas, just a pair of loose pants and a simple shirt, and, despite not always intending to, he did normally end up in the water, at some point.

He'd waded out to about his waist, watching the light gleaming on the horizon. The sun was over there, a bit to the left, lighting up the waves. It was always somehow enchanting, to watch the sunlight shimmer on the waves, listen to the constant hissing of the water rushing onto the beach, feel the current push and pull against his legs. By now, he was accustomed to remaining upright in the water, even if the sea got a bit rough, he could usually keep his footing, but fortunately, his favourite spot never got terribly rough, anyway.

Birds passed by overhead. Kassandros closed his eyes, starting to give off that faint glow they got from being in direct sunlight, breathed in the briny air. It was calming, in a way most things weren't. Watching the stars had a similar effect, but it was stronger, and also weaker, somehow. He reacted to the sun so intensely, it kind of made sense for him to do the same with the stars. Lights in the sky, after all, logically, they'd all count. Eventually, Kassandros turned a bit, finding a place where the waves weren't as strong, and then laid down. He went under the water for a second, but bobbed back up, floating and rocking as the waves rolled under and around him.

... did he tell anyone where he was going? ... eh, he'd figure it out. He could see the estate from here, so, he wasn't far, anyway. Besides, here was a decent place to hide from Cygnus. Though, it seemed to him, Cygnus was avoiding him, too. Kassandros wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

Leon
No title
Slave
11 Posts 17 Years Male 4' House Essair Slave Written by dragonborn
Words mean nothing. It is easy to say, but it is many times harder to do.
Jul 29, 2018, 02:14 AM / 550 Words
To say the least of it, most of those in House Essair were concerned about Kassandros (then, weren't they always), and when he disappeared somewhere between dawn and breakfast, some of them tittered around in a mild mess of panic. Leon, despite, or in spite of, his propensity toward panicking, had shook his head, and barked something at them about getting on with it. Kass would come back when Kass wanted to come back. In the interim, Leon would focus on making breakfast, and leave the direct concern about Kassandros' immediate whereabouts to Sandalio (the titanic Macenian was getting better at trailing him, anyway).

Yes, they knew. Of course they knew, how couldn't they? Perhaps none knew details and such, but they could put the pieces together. Finally, it'd seem, Cygnus had pushed too far, and, in his gentler way, Kassandros had pushed back, albeit he didn't seem to have aimed it at the person it damned well should've been aimed at. That wasn't Leon's business. Kassandros would do as Kassandros does, and there was little sense in getting huffy over it. After all, it wouldn't get anyone terribly far, and there were better ways of expending energy.

Soon as breakfast was done, though, Leon scurried round the side of the house, his paws barely making any sound on the stone floors, and not much more in the grass outside. With some work, he shimmied up the side of the wall, facing the sea; yep, there in the water, Kassandros bobbed back and forth. "Figures," Leon murmured, more to himself, and then slipped back down the wall, headed for the gate. Even if Kassandros wanted to pretend nothing had happened, that he hadn't destroyed his bathroom, scorched his floor, melted the bismuth inlays out of his door, and made that gods awful shrieking noise, said something about not wanting to feel anything anymore, it didn't really hide the subtle changes in his behavior. Kassandros could pull quite the unreadable expression when he really put mind to it, but he couldn't fool Leon's senses.

At some point, during his time here, Leon had come to realize and accept that somewhere along the way, he'd grown to quite probably love Kassandros, in the way, up to now, he'd only really loved Aenwyn. He'd lost Aenwyn, because he wasn't fast enough, because he wasn't strong enough, because this was Dalmasca, and destroying is what Dalmasca did, but he wouldn't be losing Kassandros, figuratively or otherwise. No one knew stubborn til they'd met a determined ilim that'd found something to fight for. ... or, you know, Sandalio, he was pretty stubborn.

"You know," Leon started, stopping at the water's edge, the waves lapping happily at his paws, "if you stay here too long, you'll turn into a raisin." At least he'd be a pretty raisin? Leon knew better than to say that. Kassandros was awfully touchy about his aesthetic attractiveness, and... well, maybe everyone had an inkling of why, now.

Kassandros Essair
light from the shadows
Warlord
85 Posts 17 Years Nonbinary 5' 9" House Essair Warlord Written by Esmera
Is this your salvation? Is this all you can give? I will not stand in reflection of someone else's dream.
Aug 02, 2018, 04:18 PM / 550 Words
Why wouldn't someone follow him?

Strictly internally, Kass sighed, a bit. There was always someone nearby, and now more than most times, he found it rather irritating. That was his own fault. He was the one that got a guard. He was the one that had dozens of guards, if you wanted to get technical about it all, the one that had a house full of slaves because he couldn't quite stop reuniting splintered families and separated friends, because he had all this house and no time to care for it anymore. Icarus and Cygnus certainly couldn't keep up with it on their own, and Kassandros hadn't the time to try helping, between this and that. Or maybe the truth of it was, he wanted to be impossibly busy, so that he had a good excuse to ignore everything else. Because his priorities were mangled, tangled, and broken beyond belief, and if he were being honest about it, he'd thrown himself into running House Essair partly because he wanted to make sure his brothers at least had that when he was gone, but also partly because it kept him from remembering that he never did decide he wanted to die, necessarily. That he had reasons to live, and then another reason to live waltzed into his life in all its six foot two grey-eyed snarky glory, and there went all those pretenses he'd worked so hard to build up, and now what?

Some part of him should probably hate him for that. Maybe some part of him did, if hate and love were alike enough they felt more or less the same.

And Leon was just another complexity that he never did figure out how to deal with. Neither of them said it, but Kassandros knew, and Leon knew, and maybe Leon knew Kassandros knew, that the ilim would do damned near anything Kassandros asked him to, maybe even a lot of what he would never, maybe merely because he would never. And Kassandros wasn't sure what was worse, being in a situation to have to ask someone to die for him, or having someone decide he was worth dying for on their own. But that line of thought brought his mind back to - and he didn't want to come back to - so he didn't.

"I'm sure," Kassandros said, "but I'd be a very pale raisin. Maybe they'd stick me in a museum. Palest raisin in Azaleon, how special." But you know, rhetorically speaking, he'd near already been stuck in a museum and left there, if museums were places where - never mind. "Breakfast is done, then?" Leon wouldn't leave the kitchen if it wasn't. Or there was an assassin, but the assassins had all but completely disappeared, and yet Kassandros couldn't quite shake the feeling there was someone still watching him, and he was quite sure Marcus would be. The eagle may retreat from the snake, but a smart one didn't take his eyes off it, and he'd never truly taken Marcus for a fool.
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