old men and young princes

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Henrich Av Norr

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord
  • Played By: dergon

    Glacia Kaeleer
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old men and young princes
« on: May 17, 2019, 08:20:28 PM »

At first he'd been afraid they had done something especially stupid. Lost and found again, Henrich was used to that game with Iskra. If the girl wasn't running off, or trying to sneak on ships headed out of Glacia, she was hiding in the garden, or once, in a linen closet. Henrich could still remember the maid's scream. This was different. Not the usual pouting or raging.

It gave him chills and made him chase her with probes and send looks at Honey until both could reassure him. Not broken then. Just... Henrich didn't know what. And he didn't pry, question put to neither queen. It wasn't his way. Neither would have given him a straight answer - if Iskra had answered him at all, the little harpy. Instead Henrich went to the source.

Best to know what was happening when he'd asked Perry to come and take care of their little problem witch. He didn't need the Ebon-gray warlord chafing his ass over whatever was going on.

Henrich rode, to give the danger prince time to prepare. Shaggy pony breaking the crust on the road with his hooves. The sound was pleasant, even if Henrich had never much cared for travel on horse back. Give him a swift ship and a strong Wind any day. But that would just be asking for more trouble than he was already walking into.

Looping his reins over a scrawny, leafless bush, Henrich kicked books on the front stoop and gave Danger a good prod on the Red. *Open up, prince.* Teeth parting his beard as he smiled, Henrich tried to appear unassuming. He had no interest in being shouted into oblivion. He had girls to finish raising, and queen to finish serving.

Danger

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • prince
  • Played By: Jones

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    Glacia Kaeleer
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Re: old men and young princes
« Reply #1 on: May 17, 2019, 09:22:32 PM »
To bed. That was the plan. To bed until he wasted away to nothing. It would only take a few days with the Ebon-gray clasped in his hand. Once he reached the room, however, all he could smell was Iskra. Her humiliation a stain on his walls. The faint whisper of lust on the blankets. Which were damp from his damp pants. Stripping down he piled his clothes on the hearth. Warm stone heating them until they steamed. The sweater would shrink, but the rest would be fine.

Danger didn’t care. He tore the bedclothes from the mattress. Dragging them out into the living room where a bucket was called in. He heated water by the pot full on the stove since he knew other way. Dumping a box of soap shavings in to soak with the blankets and sheets and pillow. And the cleaning only escalated from there. All done by hand, no hearthcraft in his repertoire.

He scrubbed the walls. From ceiling to baseboard. Hot water turning his fingers red as he shoved an old rag across every surface in the room. Floors, fireplace, all of it. There was something cauterizing in the motions, the work, the burn it put in his muscles as he caught the dust that lived between the planks on the floor. While it stopped his sniffling, it didn’t help the smell. Rooted in a plane he didn’t know how to clean every footstep and touch sat heavily in the room. And the armchair in the living room sat squat in its corner looking very judgmental. So he dressed again, boots heavy on his feet as he dragged the emptied laundry tub upstairs to hang its contents.

There was a chill that slithered up the sleeves of his coat and through the seams of his trousers. His nose turned red. Then his eyelids. Leaking nose turned to tears as he watched white whales in the distance blow spray into the air. It was a good place for fresh air, crisp as it might have been. It was also a good vantage point. Eyes tracking the approach of a pony rider as the figures swept over a hill. Licking his chapping lips Danger went down.

No one came so far out of the city without a reason. Not to his lighthouse. So he could only assume they were there for him. A punishment? A formal severing of his acquaintanceship with Isk- the Lady? All the aching in his heart felt hollow now. Face soothed with water at the kitchen sink he dried it on his sleeves. Meeting the door just before he was caught on the Red. *Lord Henrich,* He greeted flatly. Door opened wide to invite the old warlord into the humid scent of soap and misery. *are you here for her mittens?* They were called in from his cabinet. One found on the stairs, and one in his bedroom. Neither worse for having resided alongside his bubble trapped sobs.

Henrich Av Norr

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord
  • Played By: dergon

    Glacia Kaeleer
    12 Posts    120 marks
Re: old men and young princes
« Reply #2 on: May 17, 2019, 09:59:49 PM »

*None of that, young man.* No one but idiot foreign dignitaries called him Lord Henrich. *Her what?* Eyebrows bristling, Henrich looked down at the mittens offered to him and laughed. *No, but Iíll take them if need be.* And he did, slipping them from Dangerís hand and tucking them away. Folded in half and slipped into an inner pocket on his thick coat. Wool and seal skin with a high collar. It had served him well for several years now.

Passing into the old lighthouse, Henrich took his time looking around. Head twisting about on his neck, body rocking from heels to toes. But his eyes didnít much leave Danger. The boy looked like hell. Or something that had been run over by it. Humming to himself, he fanned his coat, hands clasping the front seams. *Nice place you have here. Very tidy.* And freshly scrubbed. It smelled of soap and hot water. The air tasting of something like desperation. It made Henrich uncomfortable.

Something had obviously happened between the two. If the harpyís behavior hadnít warned him, the lingering discomfort in the lighthouse would have. *The stairs look practically new.* Tone conversational as he tried to judge Dangerís mood. Make sure he was calm and not simply simmering beneath his wet eyed expression. Henrich really didnít want blown to fuck. Especially not for Iskra.

Poor fucker. Henrich took mercy on him. Body relaxed as he moved toward small window and took a peek outside. *So. What happened?* He asked as if he were commenting on the weather. Henrich looked over his shoulder, dark eyes sympathetic beneath his eyebrows.

Danger

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • prince
  • Played By: Jones

    weapon of mass destruction
    Glacia Kaeleer
    41 Posts    2297 marks
Re: old men and young princes
« Reply #3 on: May 17, 2019, 11:10:45 PM »
Eyes widening around the corners Danger pressed the inside of his lower lip down with the tip of his tongue. *Alright, sorry then.* Not Lord Henrich. Just a fool dancing around rules he didnít understand. Again. Stomach flipping wheels he tried his best to give the older warlord an opening. To just have out with whatever message he was there to deliver. Banned from Court? City? Territory? Shoulders hitched in the middle of his back he gave over the mittens- and his only excuse to see Iskra again.

*Might as well.* He told them both. She didnít want to see him, or be seen by him. Scratching a hair free from the salt on his forehead he stood awkwardly near the foot of the stairs. Waiting while Not Lord Henrich took a long look around the broad cylinder that built up the lighthouseís center. Or pretended at it. Eyes flicking back and forth as if he expected Danger to implode while he watched.

Truth be told he felt like he could. Barriers bruised by the waves of emotion they could not hold back. Keenly aware that he wore his heart was on his sleeve compared to most Blood, Danger fidgeted under the attention. Gentle as it was. *Thanks. Canít take much credit, really.* He had done some repairs. Paid for others. Maintained the place after. Swept the floors when he remembered. But the aptitude of building design and material were done by someone much wiser than he ever thought to be.

Feet shifted towards the inner door he was a breath away from inviting him in. Perhaps he thought it best they sit before breaking into hard news. Before he could offer, Not Lord Henrich commented on the stairs. Swaying slightly with the half taken step Danger rubbed the back of his neck. *They were sealed well when the place was built. I just sanded them and refinished the wood.* He said. It didnít perk him up, but the passion he put into the restoration was an obvious undertone to the words.

Not Lord Henrich had moved off to peek out of the window. Turning his back to him Danger wondered if he was waiting on more men. Send someone familiar to gauge the volatile temper. Then let them know he was being distracted. How ironic would it be, he thought, to die for doing something he had enjoyed when he had tried so hard to die for things he had not. Distraction or not the question rippled through Dangerís gut and made his throat thick all over again. *I- made her mad?* He asked. Did Henrich know? How much had Iskra said? When she said no one knew about her extra features, did she mean no one at all?

*Or made her embarrassed? I donít know anymore. She was- I found- itís complicated.* He lamented. Chin stroked by nervous fingers as he tried to remember the order of events. Words picked and discarded because he didnít want to say too much. When he ran out of ideas he simply turned to the warlord with his eyebrows tipped sadly towards one another. Frown pulling the ends of his mouth down. *She didnít let me take her home. I donít think sheís going to come back, either.* Not with how thoroughly she had said goodbye.

Henrich Av Norr

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord
  • Played By: dergon

    Glacia Kaeleer
    12 Posts    120 marks
Re: old men and young princes
« Reply #4 on: May 18, 2019, 07:54:45 AM »

There was something in the young men of Glacia. Off center and off set, Danger seemed to sway in place, and inside. All ate up by whatever had happened between him and the little harpy. It was in the air, drifting up from the floor boards. And radiating off the prince. Henrich had seen it before. That sick sense of dread in young men when they'd done the wrong thing or spoken the wrong words with a girl, queen or not.

Queens just made everything worse. And more wonderful.

*You did a good job.* Other young men floated past Henrich's eyes. Tall and strong with a passion for things. Wood. Ships. Freedom. Heights. Battle. Women. None half so shrinking as this prince. He was like a living nerve, throbbing with worry. And beneath that was the ever present danger. Henrich did not forget. Frightened dogs often bit without meaning to.

He leaned against the wall beside the window as Danger tried to explain. All his misery flooding to the forefront. Henrich didn't know what could have been so bad. There was no violence in the air. Just a mixture of emotions overlaid by soap. He couldn't tell them all apart, but he knew the feel of violence. He'd walked and waded the killing fields, and stood in the aftermath.

Palm up, Henrich shrugged. *We all do from time to time.* Mad was not enough reason for this sort of anxiety. The boy couldn't be so new as to think a little anger would lose him everything, especially from a queen. Though they could be terrifying in their anger. And Iskra was furious little bitch when she got worked up.

Danger stuttered on. Embarrassed. Mad. Henrich nodded, thinking he understood now. Somehow the little games young ones got up to had gotten out of hand. One of them not ready enough for the plunge. Or one too ready. The prince tried to explain while maintain his queen's privacy. Henrich had to commend him on that. Some liked to brag, he knew, having had to drag enough young escorts off by the ear to give them a stern talking to.

And if that didn't teach them, bits of gossip always found themselves to the girls for mutual spreading.

*It's alright, prince. You shouldn't be telling your lady's business.* Henrich smiled at him, pushing off the wall and clapping the poor bastard on the shoulder. *I've never known the girl to not do something. We always know to expect trouble come day four.* He gave the lad a little shake, and jerked his chin toward the door Danger had been about to walk through earlier.

*Got somewhere to sit down in there?* He asked, amusement rumbling across the thread. *I'll tell you a bit about queens. Especially this little harpy we have masquerading as a healer at court.* Not coming back. Poor idiot boy. Henrich had a little bit about being a man to tell Danger about too.

Danger

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • prince
  • Played By: Jones

    weapon of mass destruction
    Glacia Kaeleer
    41 Posts    2297 marks
Re: old men and young princes
« Reply #5 on: May 19, 2019, 12:33:44 AM »
Lips pressed together in a wistfulness expression Danger wished he could explain it outright. Perhaps then Not Lord Henrich would understand. If anyone would have advice, it would be Eydis’ guard master. The situation was just so… unique. Even if he had known every social nuance expected of him, Danger was sure he would have fucked that one up regardless. There had been a lot of hurtful looks and words in Danger’s life. From fear to hatred. Iskra’s eyes as she mouthed the word betrayal was the worst of them all.

When he had struggled and failed to get the point across he gazed over at Not Lord Henrich in silent question. Eyebrows low across his brow then turned up where they nearly met above his nose. At the very bottoms of his pocket his thumbnails clicked nervously over his index fingers. Felt but not heard. By Danger at least. He didn’t budge as the warlord shouldered up from his lounging. Though he did give a hard twitch at the unexpected thump.

Men were rarely so amicable with Danger. It made him anxious. Too raw still to be glad for the understanding in the old sky captain’s eyes. *You would know better than I.* Who and what Iskra got up to. Knew her better. Most people, he realized, would. They had not felt like strangers, even when they first met, but now he felt it down to his bones. All the unknowns they had rushed through. One desperate for… pleasure? Adulthood? He didn’t know. He recognized now that he had been desperate for the attention. The wanting to be wanted. Her boldness.

*Of course. Sorry.* Glad for the disruption of the topic. He didn’t want to breed false hope that would be doubly painful later. Not Lord Henrich’s interest in staying did just that, however. If he thought Danger beyond Iskra’s forgiveness, he wouldn’t be offering. Unless he supposed Danger might be useful to his own queen. *Should I open a bottle of whiskey then?* Then asked- only half joking- as he slumped over to lead the way into the house part of the lighthouse.

The floor still had a damp ring where the tub had been situated. Equidistant between the three armchairs that made up the bulk of his sitting room furniture. He chose for himself the most slender. Because it sat in a conversational angle to the best chair in the room. It’s low arms and slight recline perfect for resting, or stroking kittens masquerading as girls to climax. That smell, at least, had dissipated in the time since. *You didn't bring a lynch mob so I assume she made it home safe?* He finally asked as they crossed the room. Unable to contain the worry in his chest anymore.

Henrich Av Norr

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord
  • Played By: dergon

    Glacia Kaeleer
    12 Posts    120 marks
Re: old men and young princes
« Reply #6 on: May 19, 2019, 08:16:21 AM »

The boy was having a pout, Henrich realized, stuffing a smile into his beard so as to not insult the prince. Their fight must have been a mighty one for both to be so out of sorts. Iskra, at least, should have had better sense than to run off and leave her male so shaken up. Henrich would have to whisper in Eydis' ear that the girl needed a good spanking, if she wasn't getting one already.

*I have known her some years, it's true.* He did not know her well. Not the inner workings that made up the girl. Henrich had just grown to know what to expect. The pattern in her behavior apparent, even if the drive behind it was not. Shaking his head, Henrich followed the slouching prince into the next room, which smelled even more strongly of soap. *It couldn't hurt.* Harpies were exhausting business. A fortifying drink might be useful.

Henrich sat himself in the chair across from Danger, elbows to knees as he leaned forward rather than reclining. It would take to long to escape that way, and with Jewel's like Danger's Henrich would need every second he could get. And would probably still die anyway. *No one would blame that on you, Danger. We're all used to her escapades. All of which she's returned unharmed from. Sometimes I think a mishap would do her good.*

Remind her that healer queen or not, she was still as mortal as the rest of them. *Damaged escorts don't seem to have the same effect.* No wonder the Darkness had tied her to a male like Danger. He was probably the only man in all the realms willing to suffer her absolute disregard, since he had no one else. *But yes, she is safe at home, shouting at my lady about things I was not allowed to hear.* Rattled. Pensive. Not at all herself, but home. Having a tantrum with the one person willing to tolerate them.

Honey understood in a way Henrich was incapable of.

*Service is not always easy, prince.* Henrich cautioned. Maybe the boy wasn't suited to it. He'd never be safe for court life, and Eydis was unlikely to let her apprentice run off to live like a hoyden in a lighthouse. But he was still a queen's man, whatever else he was. *Brilliant as they are, queens are not always wise. Or peaceful.* Or pleasant. It was why he treasured his own so much. She had brains and sense. Henrich didn't always agree with her, but she had never failed him.

Iskra was a whole different creature, and he did not envy Danger a lick.

 

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