uther [is] (highreaching) wrote in ashelle, @ 2018-09-22 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: sebastian, character: uther, location: ashelle, location: castle ashelle, npc: hakon, post: log |
WHO: Bastian, Uther, & Hakon
WHAT: Walking the Way
WHEN: Directly after/during this thread.
WHERE: Ashelle & The Way
WARNINGS: Hakon is a dick :|
Bastian wasn’t actually angry. He didn’t often get angry. Instead, he got cold and chill, quiet and still like the winds of his world never were. Annoyance flashed inside him, lighting that scalded through his veins in liquid bursts of pain. He did not grieve for Roche. Roche had ceased to be his father and become simply a fixture in his life long, long ago. But he grieved for his siblings and their grief. He grieved for Ashelle and her loss. And grief made him cold.
Instead of walking to the city jail like a sane person, he jumped from one of Castle Ashelle’s windows. The impact of him hitting the ground cracked several flagstones and left holes in the shape of his feet in the ground. He willed this to be fixed as he flicked dust off his shoulder and then launched into a dead run. The hours spent in the palace had healed him and returned his endurance.
In seconds, he’d blown through the door, pulverizing it. That, too, could be repaired later, and he would repair it—whether by magic or money.
Voices echoed as he moved swiftly through the jail. One was familiar.
Bastian came to a sudden and abrupt stop in front of Uther’s cell, and he didn’t bother with the door. This man wanted to be their brother? Then let him understand the people who were in his family. Bare handed, he pulled the jail door from the wall (that, too, could be repaired) and set it aside.
“You are Uther White. I am Sebastian.”
Introductions made, he picked the man up like one did a sack of flour. At that same breakneck speed, he returned to the palace, leaping over gates and fences and walls. They flew down darkened hallways and down a seemingly endless flight of stairs.
Bastian slowed as they passed a guard, but only came to a stop as they reached the door at the end of the hall. There, he set Uther on his feet.
“I will give you a warning and a kindness. The warning first: once you start, you cannot stop. Once you begin to walk, to stop or turn back is death. The kindness.” He turned, opening a cabinet hidden in shadow in the wall. From it, he pulled a basket. “Cheese, dried meat, and water. You should eat.”
Did it matter whether Uther was dragged or followed?
No. It didn't.
Though he'd tell you, he went eagerly. Angrily. Wiping away the remnants of tears that had sprung to his eyes in a fit of emotions that betrayed him.
He ignored - Sebastian was it? - and took the food. He did not move to eat it, though his stomach growled. No. He didn't understand the need. What he wanted was to get this over with and prove he was who he'd been promised to be. A prince. A prince of Ashelle. A son.
Uther threw open the door. The ground shimmered before him. Calling him to move forward. Taking the first step was the most difficult thing he'd ever done - no. The most difficult thing was the next step. And the one after. And the one after that.
Every step was torture. Physically. Was he bleeding? Did it matter? The path was so long and so far. Each movement was draining. He felt his breath turn from frustrated shallow breaths to deep, struggling pants. He'd never pushed himself so far in his life, he'd never physically been to taxed.
But the other element, the thing before him was the mental torment.
Uther deserved better. His whole life had been a farce. A small town, no hopes for a future, a man who sent him away, and the rightful father - never - never even knowing he existed.
The rage. The fury. It gave him the power when nothing else did.
He was crying now, like a child with each step. Could they see him? Could they hear him? It didn't matter. He was moving forward, one step at a time. One foot before another. He would show them. For his sake, if no one else's. There was nothing more important. He would gain what he deserved.
These thoughts did not make the steps easier. No. His feet dragged. His hair was damp with sweat. He was pushed to his limits. But the thoughts kept him going.
The center rose before him and he was there, furious and breathless and exhausted.
Where?
Elleros was no home. Nor were any of the Echoes he crossed to go between Elleros and Ashelle.
And Ashelle-
-it was all he wanted.
And there he was. Back again at the same door and stairs. And Sebastian was there, waiting and - someone else. An unfamiliar face, with a tattoo that ran across the bridge of his nose and upper cheeks.
“Congratulations. Welcome to the family,” he boomed. And then he clapped Uther soundly on the back before he could get out a single word.
The door was still open. He stumbled through and directly onto the path.
Fuck.