The bane of my existence (Aoren)

by **Caesarion** on May 22nd, 2013, 5:38 am

It would've been nice if that really was the case; if the perfect first son feared what the second could do to him. Caesar always wanted to be like Rhaenon. As smart as him, as strong as him -- as ruthless as him. Well, he was always at least a bit prettier than him, so he didn't lose in every aspect. "I think," he started, "my brother won't be causing me any pain any longer." He placed a hand on Aoren's shoulder, and grinned. The jig he had going with pretending to be more regular was just about up, so he figured it was best to end his stupid joke. "I'm already a reimancer. Far more powerful than most beginners, at least. I don't really need your training, but... I do need your help." He didn't really know how to elaborate on what type of help he wanted. Just... support.

"Let's not go to my house, okay? Unless you enjoy... violence. I'm pretty sure there's going to be a lot of that, when I come home." Er, that kind of came out wrong. He didn't want to make it seem like he was into household violence, or anything. "There are people waiting for me." That was better! Sort of.

The... Skycrown would probably get those implications. That some thugs were around the area. He wasn't sure if they knew what he looked like, but they'd find a way. "I've at least got twice the manhood my brother does." As the first entry in a series of lame comments in an effort to brighten up, that wasn't the best he could've offered. "Actually, I'm not sure about that. I'll have to ask Lheesi to be positive." Er... change of subject. With the addition of a spontaneous hug coming from the 'object of his affections', the man felt a little bit more confident. He hugged him back, tightly, squeezing on the Drykas' muscular frame for as long as he could muster. "I find you pretty amazing, you know," he muttered, dropping a kiss onto his lips. One of the best things about Aoren was that he was kind of like a great protective wall for Caesarion. He was so tall and proud, and he had this way of keeping out the rotten influence.

The Drykas probably didn't understand just what his presence did. Especially since Caesar was still unfathomably whiny around him. That'd change eventually. "I'm a terrible hunter, actually. Not good at it, just diligent. Most hunters don't have to work as many hours as I do. Plus, my dogs do all of the work," he just realized that he hadn't really mentioned them yet. They weren't anything spectacular; just two beasts with a fondness for the chase. "I use my stunning good looks to distract the prey, and they..." He trailed off suddenly, mostly because the rest was obvious. Instead of continuing on, he decided to ask Aoren a question. Something he'd probably ask often while they were together, maybe to his inconvenience.

"After we're done with 'training' or whatever, can I come over? It'll probably be a little while before I can return home, and I am sure as hell not sleeping in a tavern." The question that he wanted to ask, in the back of his mind, was how far he'd be permitted to go tonight. He was very much incapable of keeping the impure thoughts at bay, sadly. "Oh! And we've been talking too much about my lovely self today. As nice as I'm sure that's been for you," he rolled his eyes, "I'd prefer to talk about you. I want to hear about your past. You know -- past friends, mentors, lovers..." The Ravokii laughed a little, "And try not to speak too fondly of them. I might get jealous." It was kind of ridiculous how off-topic he was, considering his free-loaders were probably being terrorized and he was supposed to be training, but Caesar wasn't one for heroism.

by **Aoren** on May 25th, 2013, 5:02 am

Aoren arched an eyebrow as he listened to Caesarion speak about his brother. In the deeper parts of his heart it was obvious that Caesar had once had a great deal of affection for his brother. For a moment, Aoren was slightly jealous but he recanted that thought as he remembered the kind of life that his companion had been forced to endure. That was not something that Aoren could do. Then again, he had never been acquainted with a slaver or a slave for that matter. At Caesarion's admission he smiled and pulled the Ravokian a little closer.

"No. He won't." Aoren was quiet then as he often was. The Drykas was certainly only vocal when words were a necessary tool to accomplish the conveyance of emotion. When he did speak though it was usually with a modicum of insight slightly above the average persons. Perhaps this was a result of his gifts. Perhaps he was just naturally insightful. Regardless, Aoren was not one to waste time with idle chatter that served no purpose. He smiled and nodded when Caesar informed him of the fact that he was a reimancer already. "A keeper of secrets I see." He chuckled and with the arm he had wrapped around Caesar's shoulders gently rubbed them.

"Such is the way of the world I suppose. Travelers crossing paths with varied stories." He shrugged and kept walking. He was glad that Caesar had decided to divulge this truth to Aoren. It was a statement of his character. While the Drykas had not met many other wizards other than those aligned with the Knights of Syliras and even then those were rarely seen interacting the the population of the city in any significant way, what he knew though was that those who did use magic were naturally secretive. Secrets, however, didn't last long around Aoren once he'd known someone long enough. Truth, like a weed, inevitably scratched its way to the surface.

"Well then if you do not need me to teach you then perhaps we could practice together?" He regarded Caesarion for a moment. He knew that mages seldom wanted to share their skills by teaching each other in any regard. What was the harm in asking though? There was nothing to be gained except skill. He let that question linger whether it was answered or not he had asked it. He did however frown upon hearing that there were people waiting for the young man back at his home. A low growl escaped Aoren's throat. He didn't like the idea of his companion being threatened.

"I'd like to see them try to do anything." Whether they were trained assassins or just common thugs, Aoren wouldn't stand for threats against his newfound lover's person. He arched an eyebrow upon hearing of Caesar's proficiency with another form of magic he wasn't entirely familiar with. "Hypnotism? I've not really heard much about that. I understand the basic concept but..." He shrugged. It was a frightening thought that there were some wizards capable of manipulating willpower with just a few simple words, gestures or a glimpse. He smirked after a moment and eyed the Ravokian. "How do I know you haven't used your skills to manipulate me, hmm?" He winked at Caesar. Aoren was fairly certain that he had enough willpower to resist the skills of a hypnotists unless they were exceptionally powerful. He knew of very few wizards who commanded that sort of power, though if one were that skilled they very well might be able to manipulate people into forgetting just how powerful they really were.

"Of course you can but if I'm not going to be teaching you -how-..." He paused as they passed more citizens of the city. The key to being left alone in Syliras when you commanded otherworldly gifts was to keep that fact as quiet as possible. "...how to use it, then perhaps we should put off going into the wilderness for an extended training session for a little while longer, eh? Maybe we should take this time to get to know each other even better?" At that point Caesar turned the conversation to him. He was silent for a moment before he answered the question posed to him.

"I have only had one past lover to speak of. The one I told you about but even then we never had the opportunity to truly "love" one another if you get my meaning." He chuckled softly. "His name was Richard. He was a sailor who traveled between Syliras and many of the coastal cities of the world. I was awed by how much of Mizahar he'd seen. The places he'd been, the life he lived. I suppose he appealed to the wanderer in me. I've never quite been happy in the tightly enclosed walls of Syliras but this is the only home I've ever know." He shrugged. "Our relationship spanned several years. I met him on the seventeenth anniversary of my birth, or at least the day Ileera and I decided was the anniversary of my birth. He bought me a drink." Aoren smiled as he remembered the way he and Richard had met.

"It ended when he died at sea, his ship supposedly sacked by pirates in the waters of the Suvan. I was twenty one. The only other person who amounts to anything in my life before you is Ileera. I consider her the only family I really have since I don't know my own." He came to stop when they reached a junction on the way to the gates of Syliras.

"Well, we can either continue on into the wilds or we can just spend time with each other in my apartment. It's up to you though I will say that I'm a bit partial to just relaxing since you decided to play a little joke on me." He fixed Caesar with a stern stare but smiled after a few moments as he was unable to keep a straight face.