( There are large odds Kaveh, emotional as he is and having fucked the guy, might find himself yearning for events to transpire differently. If it wasn't for Kaveh, Mael would be alive after all. Wriothesley's silence speaks gut-wrenching volumes as he stands there in front of Kaveh losing a piece of his mind, losing his voice. If Kaveh is to live here or sleep in his bed and make love with him, then they should begin with the right foundation. )
The words hit Kaveh like a punch to the gut, and for a moment the blonde is silent, taking a breath and then another, trying to ground himself against the worst of odds, trying so desperately to— to— ]
Wh—
[ The words fade on his tongue before he can even think to finish them, his eyes squeezed shut and his body slumping back into the door, his breath short in his chest as panic starts to well, as his fingers clench into fists. ]
( This would have been a time Wriothesley reached out to cradle him if it weren't for the information he's about to deliver. He still vividly recalls how agonizing Kaveh's reaction had been when he learned of his parents. He's not even sure if he's done properly processing that one let alone give Wriothesley the reason.
However, this is the Fortress and he is the Duke, and if the Duke wishes to see someone dead then it is the law. Yet seeing Kaveh slowly fade away, breaking down like this is the only reason he would consider letting in an ounce of regret. His fingers twitch at his sides. )
[ Take a deep breath, Wriothesley says, and the only thought that surfaces in his mind is the fact that Mael can't. The other apologizes, and it's like it's final, the slash of the guillotine taking away the last of his ability to hope his way out of this. If the other is apologizing, then—
Archons, all of this is his fault. If he'd had the maturity to do anything other than run into the arms of the nearest stranger for comfort, none of this ever would have happened. Wriothesley may have been the one to deliver the killing blow, but—
I'm so sorry, father
—He's going to suffocate. He— ]
I'm sorry, I— I have to go.
[ The words fall from his lips without any thought, Kaveh whirling away to wrench the door back open and almost falling through it in his need to put space between them. He runs, and thinks not about who sees; he just runs, feeling nothing at all until suddenly the afternoon sun is on his face, the scent of salt in the wind.
( But he doesn't stop him, it wouldn't be right. In fact, he's positive it would throw Kaveh into more of a panic. His hands feel heated by the sudden surge of blood pumping, adrenaline keeps telling him to run after him and pull him back. Instead, he stands in his room void of any sounds, hearing Kaveh's give grow more distant by the second. He even feels it when the front door upstairs is shut loudly.
In hindsight, maybe this will make it clear to Kaveh what the Fortress life is like. This isn't some vacation hot spot, with free meals and free beds. It's only a second chance for those who can't survive on the surface as people normally would.
And a lot of people do in fact die here. From old age or accidents, though the latter is rare.
He thinks about sending Navia a message, but he rather not drag her into this. He knows he'll be met with more disappointment from her end if she knew the truth. All in all, perhaps Wriothesley was right all along. He should have never said anything, he should have never opened up. It's clear Kaveh can't handle him at his worst. )
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He's dead.
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The words hit Kaveh like a punch to the gut, and for a moment the blonde is silent, taking a breath and then another, trying to ground himself against the worst of odds, trying so desperately to— to— ]
Wh—
[ The words fade on his tongue before he can even think to finish them, his eyes squeezed shut and his body slumping back into the door, his breath short in his chest as panic starts to well, as his fingers clench into fists. ]
How— How did he die?
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( This would have been a time Wriothesley reached out to cradle him if it weren't for the information he's about to deliver. He still vividly recalls how agonizing Kaveh's reaction had been when he learned of his parents. He's not even sure if he's done properly processing that one let alone give Wriothesley the reason.
However, this is the Fortress and he is the Duke, and if the Duke wishes to see someone dead then it is the law. Yet seeing Kaveh slowly fade away, breaking down like this is the only reason he would consider letting in an ounce of regret. His fingers twitch at his sides. )
I'm sorry, Kaveh.
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Archons, all of this is his fault. If he'd had the maturity to do anything other than run into the arms of the nearest stranger for comfort, none of this ever would have happened. Wriothesley may have been the one to deliver the killing blow, but—
I'm so sorry, father
—He's going to suffocate. He— ]
I'm sorry, I— I have to go.
[ The words fall from his lips without any thought, Kaveh whirling away to wrench the door back open and almost falling through it in his need to put space between them. He runs, and thinks not about who sees; he just runs, feeling nothing at all until suddenly the afternoon sun is on his face, the scent of salt in the wind.
Where does he go, from here? ]
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( But he doesn't stop him, it wouldn't be right. In fact, he's positive it would throw Kaveh into more of a panic. His hands feel heated by the sudden surge of blood pumping, adrenaline keeps telling him to run after him and pull him back. Instead, he stands in his room void of any sounds, hearing Kaveh's give grow more distant by the second. He even feels it when the front door upstairs is shut loudly.
In hindsight, maybe this will make it clear to Kaveh what the Fortress life is like. This isn't some vacation hot spot, with free meals and free beds. It's only a second chance for those who can't survive on the surface as people normally would.
And a lot of people do in fact die here. From old age or accidents, though the latter is rare.
He thinks about sending Navia a message, but he rather not drag her into this. He knows he'll be met with more disappointment from her end if she knew the truth. All in all, perhaps Wriothesley was right all along. He should have never said anything, he should have never opened up. It's clear Kaveh can't handle him at his worst. )