OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[avali]

OPEN RP POST

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Open RP (smutty version)

 

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[knighthound]

I thought you might say that.

[Alastair sighs it out of his nose. At the end of the day, Grayson was finished. It was either the swift death or the slow one.]

Allow me to council you to reconsider, Galahad. I wouldn't wish Blackwater withdrawal upon my worst enemy, let alone you.

[The snarl does nothing to his pride. He simply continues to blink in a slow manner, watching and waiting for some other answer to come to him that never arrives. Maybe he wouldn't give him the option, if he was too short-sighted to see how much pain he would put himself in.

Even if Isi and Perceval would never admit it in his company, his pain would hurt them just as well. Possibly more, even in spite of his betrayal to their Order.]

[galadad]

How ironic that I am one and the same. [Worn and transparent, there's no real humor in it. Nothing but simple truth: Grayson represents everything in this world that Lucan fears - truth dragged to light with risk and contempt, love between brothers poisoned by knowledge and some stubborn insistence on principal above all else. The risk that it might be the same should anyone else discover the truth, his own father included.

His head tilts back, falling tiredly against stone, eyes shut.] You can do nothing from out there, regardless.

[knighthound]

[He's right in that regard, and he can't help the insult that prickles at his collar when Galahad opts to spit on his good will.

Lucan doesn't opt to answer him. A fight had the potential to coax the beast under his skin out from its tightly lidded container, and if that was the case, it couldn't happen where people had the potential to stumble on him.]

Your bite is blunt, Grayson. Your attempts to insult me are useless.

[He turns, seemingly to leave, but stops near the entrance to pick something off the guard's post. His back stays turned toward him as he examines it in the shadow he's chosen.]

[galadad]

If I insult you, it is not with enmity, but the truth. [Alastair is too close, too vivid to ignore, no matter how his mind works to weed out temptation-- the thought of peace rather than pain. Fleeting weakness, sunk down into the marrow of his bones. He must be steel, he must be iron, braced against mortality and the jeers of his miserable jailors.

But it hurts him no less to watch his former brother walk away. Catches his breath somewhere in his throat when he stops, red eyes only half-lidded as they wait, focused only on instinct alone; too broken to glance away in the moment.]