bakerstreet | Calm down

[No Mikasa's please.]

[ he's much more likely to be the one who has lost it, he's volatile but I'm totally willing to experiment with his voice and play it the other way ]

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[ definitely the one being calmed down. ]

[Definitely being calmed, likely from badly concealed panic.]

[ He couldn't understand how his older sister, someone who knew nothing of the world, could have it in her to be so cruel.

His mind circled around what the eldest Hoshidan Prince had said. That there was an explosion. A trap. That their father had attempted to kill her, and taken out the Hoshidan Queen in the process.

But.
Corrin had known. His elder sister had known that if there was any truth in it, her siblings would not be complicit. She would have known from the fact they'd all risked their necks for her during her short time in Windmire. In Castle Krakenburg. From the hostages which were "killed" and released to the constant excuses made for her behavior. They'd all stopped her from getting killed! They'd all come to rescue her!

Why didn't that count for anything?!

His rage was silent. The trip from the battlefield had been quiet, but he'd been the quietest of all of the Nohrian siblings. He'd not responded to Camilla's endless questions of why. He'd not spoken up to comfort a sobbing Elise.

He merely kept his head lowered, focusing on getting back. The Nohrian children had each their own estates, their own Houses within the underground city of Windmire, but returning to his own was not an option. Reporting to their father took precedence, and something like this would have to garner an account of what exactly had happened from all of his children.

He'd not responded to Xander's command to return to Castle Krakenburg. Instead he'd merely lowered his head further, seeing it as confirmation of his own thoughts. Silently, sullenly, he rode with them, his anger increasing with every mile.

When they had finally arrived, they'd all been told, abruptly, that their father was busy in a counsel. So, they'd have to wait.

He took that silently too, only narrowing his eyes at Iago, and then turning on his heels to retire to the rooms which served as his chambers.

He closed the door.
He shut his eyes.
He brought his clawed, gauntleted hands to his face.

You will always be left alone.
Xander has always distanced himself from you. Camilla has always ignored you, and doted on Corrin, even in that tower. Elise has always looked up to Camilla and Xander.

You distance yourself, pretending to be strong.
It makes you feel like it was your choice.
It's convenient to forget they distanced themselves first.

He resisted the urge to ball his hands. He then lowered them, taking a few steps throughout the room, commencing the task of taking off his armour. Castle Krakenburg was hundreds upon hundreds of rooms, each with roaring fires alike the one placed in these chambers. Underground. It was warm. Too warm for his armour.

Brynhildr came first, of course, placed on a dresser, somewhat roughly.

Then, he started to unbuckle his sollerets, stepping out of them and simply leaving them there. His plate armour came next, and he couldn't help but tsk, loudly, as he saw that the black shirt he wore underneath it was bloodied.

Corrin...

He swallowed back his rising anger, spotting - out of the corner of his eye, the gem on Brynhildr starting to glow, faintly. Then he started to unbuckle his gauntlets, his eyes narrowing. And narrowing. And narrowing as he stared at the book in the distance.

A gauntlet dropped to the floor with a thud.
It was followed by another.

He closed his eyes, leaning down to pick up one of them, and in an abrupt spark of emotion, hurled it into the fire.

Now Corrin is gone.
She left after a few days.

The gem on his tome glowed brightly, as he glared at the fire, hurling the other gauntlet in for good measure. Then, he raised his arm, his eyes cold as he gazed into it -- into what was forming inside of it. A small black hole, the flames roaring as they were sucked within, the fireplace shuddering at the gravitational pull as no doubt, it was subjected to pressure it almost certainly wasn't designed for.

Everyone you know will leave you.

He kept his arm raised, his shadow, caused by the erratic direction the flames were taking, juttering along the wall.

And you're weak, because you wish they won't. Even now.

Edited 2017-11-09 19:30 (UTC)

[No retainers had been present when the Nohrian siblings rushed to Hoshido to rescue Corrin. Niles had expected Leo to return quickly, smirking as he recounted how Corrin came to her senses and returned to her rightful place. Who would want to stay in Hoshido, anyway? Stuck-up, self-centered, overly soft privileged peace-coddled wimps they are...the nobility in this country is annoying enough, but Hoshido is a land full of such types. Sure would've been sweet to tag along and see who would break the fastest...

But it was quiet. No celebratory talk, no laughter, no sign of anyone. Niles made a beeline for Leo's chambers, knocking at the door. He heard flames roaring from within...he wanted to brush it off as Leo practicing, but something didn't seem right. He used locktouch to open the door, only to be greeted by the sight of erratic fire and Leo looking...not quite unstable, but in the kind of pain he would only wish on anyone but Leo. Without thinking, he rushed over and grabbed his lord's arm.]

Milord, what is this?!

[For what had seemed like hours, Leo had simply stared into the fireplace, watching the masonry shudder, watching the blackness grow, and grow, spiral and spiral and almost consume the fire with both it's weight and the slow removal to all warmth, all light, all heat. All... well, everything.

Thinking about the theory of it didn't help. So he'd contented himself with adding more and more to it absolutely mindlessly, his eyes widening as he watched the fuel, large strips of birch, rattle and fall upwards within.

He hadn't heard the door. But the voice... The hand. The warmth, the pressure. He glanced down, and the gravitational hole collapsed, the gem in Brynhildr jutting out. The fireplace gave one large thud and the fire was consumed. They were in darkness. And it was cold already. He turned, knowing, even in the absence of light, who it was.

And that changed his reaction. He wouldn't want to think of what he would have done should a servant be impertinent enough to enter unbiddenly. He said nothing, instead choosing to press his face into the other's chest.]

You don't need to pretend to be strong now.

...Nothing. It's ...gone. It's nothing.

[He'd need new gauntlets. Urgh.
He simply chose to breathe, silent for a few moments.
...Shit, his clothes. The longsleeved gambison he was wearing. It was saturated in blood.]

Corrin found out about her true linage. She is now our enemy.
...I need to change.

[Niles was surprised at Leo's reaction. Normally he didn't enjoy being barged in on, having lectured Niles on when and when not to use locktouch, but right now he didn't seem to mind. No, he seemed to welcome it, judging by the way his face was suddenly buried in Niles's chest. And then, the news...

Well, then. Lady Corrin is even more naive than I thought. He'd never spent any time around the sheltered little princess, but Leo talked about her enough. Soft, wide-eyed, knowing nothing about the outside world. Totally devoted to her family. Except that one was now a lie, apparently, if she could so easily turn to the other side.]

She won't last a day there. They'll treat her like shit for being associated with Nohr so long. You know how they are, they had a damn barrier set up to keep out troublemakers who would ruin their precious privileged lifestyle.

They don't deserve her. They just wanted her back cause they had her first, they don't care about her.

[That. didn't. help.

But, he swallows it. Of course he thought to what was said. The fact that he did not value Niles, even before things had changed, for palatable lies makes him swallow it, and he raises his head, separating himself from the other, if only to find an adequate change of clothes.

The castle's servants usually kept some of his spares around for when he was here for long visits, so.. Yes. He walked to a wardrobe, opening the doors and securing a doublet. Like most of his attire, black, and made of heavy, rich velvet. He laid it on the bed, before feeling his gambison off himself. Oh, joy. Fabric, dried blood. Peeling from a very angry scrape. ]

Ngh.

[The ruined garment soon hits the floor, and he glances at his scrape. She didn't try to kill him, it seemed. Either that, or Xander's lesson was not enough.]

...Very astute of you. I agree.

[New clothing on, and! He then returns to the other's side, choosing to touch the backs of his fingers against the other's. It's a small motion, but it's full of purpose.]

When father is out of his conclave, I will have to brief him. Are you certain you want to be here?

[Not like anything'd happen to Niles specifically. He doubted his father could even recall his name. Still. It likely wouldn't be pleasant for anyone.]

I imagine he'll be less than pleased all of his children couldn't recover her. ...Or kill her.

[Why was it slightly painful to think of the latter? She was an enemy now..]

Edited 2017-11-09 20:17 (UTC)

Maybe you should get that wound looked at, first. [He didn't like the sight of that dried blood, but as he hadn't yet reached Adventurer status he couldn't do anything to heal Leo...]

I'll go with you. If he gets pissed at you he can take it out on me. [Even though as far as he's concerned the king's never hit Leo, he's heard rumors of how he would give Lord Xander a smack in the face now and then...and for a failure this size, who knows if that'll be enough for the king's temper?]

Though honestly, if he's going to get angry at anyone, it should be her. She's the one who ditched her family for those jerks, you were just trying to do your job and keep the family together, right?

[honestly, he's never had any feelings about Corrin whatsoever, but right now she's tied to Leo's well-being. She ditched him, she's the reason Leo is going to get yelled at...and as his retainer and now lover, anyone who upsets or harms Leo will earn Niles's contempt.]

[He shakes his head.]

No. I think that would be a poor decision, all considered. [What can be said. It would be viewed as shameful on the loyal children's part that the lot of them couldn't take her down then and there. Adding someone into it, Niles, that didn't attend the battle could be construed as rubbing the King's face in an already shameful confession.

And, Leo knows full well that Iago would do as much damage at that as he could.

Like Niles feels concern for him, he... would be very concerned for the other should he attend. Very, very concerned. Especially when Niles is nothing more than a fly to Garon, and someone Iago can take a shot at without fear of repercussion.]

He'll be displeased. We'll be chastised. But we're his blood. We won't be put to death. [Not for one failing at least. They'd probably commanded to track her down instead. Possibly more rumours about his treatment of the Crown Prince would surface, too.]

Thank you, though. How about a compromise. I shall get this seen after I've spoken to the king. [Even though it's little more than a scrape. The other's worried,
and putting some of his worry at rest is his intention.

He takes hold of the other's hand, and weaves through his discarded armour to bring him to the bed. (At the very least, he'd lying down for a while. He still can't understand just how Corrin got so strong. If anything, the lot of them got their asses beat and he's starting to feel it.]

I want to ask you something.

Please. I'd be a poor retainer if I didn't protect you from such things. I don't want to see you coming back here with bruises on your face... [of the few things he remembers of his own past, Niles was once made an example of for fucking up a heist, and the leader made sure he never lived it down. It might also explain why he was eventually left to die the night they broke into Krackenburg.]

But...if you promise to look after that wound, I will stay away from the meeting. If you so insist.

[They're lying down soon, Niles squeezing Leo's hand tightly, the other reaching to caress his cheek]

Anything, milord.

If I couldn't handle something like this, I wouldn't come back to you to begin with.
[Niles would deserve better than someone who couldn't fight his own battles, and he's firm about that.

In his mind, his father's fine, after all. Cranky. Ratty. Somewhat odd, but he's stressed. Therefore... it feels almost pathetic to need protecting from someone who, in Leo's, is the same strong, thoughtful, and loving parent he remembers.

Little does he know, that man's gone. But he doesn't know. Therefore, needing protecting is pathetic.

He exhales at the touch, and lowers his eyes, looking to the clasped hand around his.
It's not as if the touch is unappreciated. In fact, his fingers move to mesh with the other's. But there's something on his mind...]

I chose to take you on as a retainer mostly because of your loyalty. Your skills, as well. But mostly your loyalty. When we got closer, it was mostly because of your honesty.

[And other assets. Cough.]

You don't say things without meaning them, so I hate to ask this. But... [A small pause, and he looks away, to the damaged fireplace. Gods. It feels pathetic to ask. But what could be said? His mind was still on Corrin leaving.

It shook him. It made him think about his siblings, their distance.
And that shook him too.
He just wants to make sure.]

If we met under different circumstances, would we be together? It feels foolish to ask, and pathetic as well. [If anything, the fact his face is colouring substantially and he averted his eyes means that he's not quite okay with displaying these insecurities. But they're nagging at him. And he can't stop them nagging.]

Let me clarify, I'm making a mess of this.

[Inhale.]

You.. are aware of how I'm seen. I doubt that if the king had not directed him to be my retainer, Odin might not serve as your counterpart, for instance. I considered the possibility that you might consider our relationship as something expected.

[Exhale.]

If you see this as an obligation, part of your service to me, I wish to know. I don't want to have you in a situation of ... discomfort.

[Essentially, he doesn't want to be a rich asshole taking liberties.]

...And, I imagine your respect for me has gone down tenfold just at this question.

[A sigh, and he pulls away slightly, moving to stare up at the ceiling. He would not display insecurity around anyone else. Niles is different, very much so. But. It's still mortifying.]

[The question is indeed unexpected. They'd become lovers after Niles admitted his growing feelings for Leo, but before Leo admitted the same. Niles had been the one to need constant reassurance that he wasn't simply there to warm Leo's bed or that Leo didn't agree to be with him because he felt sorry for him. Or that someone like Leo could truly care like that for "street filth."

He senses those same insecurities in Leo's tone, in the question. The wounds from the battle were more emotional than physical, and Niles wishes he knew what to say. He could spoon-feed Leo all the love talk he'd heard Laslow bandying about but it would seem hollow.

If it weren't for you, I'd be dead. I owe you my life, I fell in love with you because you were the first person to think I was worth anything. You stood up for me when those snotty noble boys attacked me, you let me rest beside you when I can't sleep. This is no obligation, you're all I want.

It sounds so dumb and sappy in his head, though. So Niles shifts his body until he's slightly atop Leo, careful not to put pressure on the wound, and kisses him.]

[He's grateful, at least, that the other elects not to go for the (tried and tested) Laslow method of grossing out his target. Even if he's presently going through some very, very, very limiting insecurity he'd likely want to hurl himself down a cliff for displaying later on, when he's in his right mind, not going down that road is very appreciated.

As is action rather than words. Even if he's slightly surprised at it, he returns the kiss, raising his hand to lightly trace the nail of one finger against the other's earlobe. His other arm raises to unfasten the bronze adornment on the other's waist. A small amount of fiddling later and! There's a faint clanging. Bronze belt thing, meet the floor.

He raises his leg ever so slightly to (carefully!) move his knee against the other's inner thigh as he sucks on the other's bottom lip, finally breaking the kiss.]

...Please don't ever mention I asked that.

My lips are sealed. [He's already getting hard, Leo tends to have that effect on him, and he wonders if Leo could use a little, ahem, distraction from everything right now. He strokes along Leo's chest with his fingertips, carefully avoiding where the wound is...if Leo claims he passed out from his injuries before he could make the meeting, they could get away with this.]

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