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The jeweled boy had never been one for punctuality, and his first day of caregiver lessons beneath the tutelage of Camdis Lohir wouldn't change Raglan's habits.
Opalescent hooves clacked against the stone floor of the keep, their echoes muffled by the myriad of tapestries and hangings that adorned the walls. One could tell where the scarlet spattered Regent spent his time by the amount of lush decoration that filled the halls and rooms, for the stallion had a taste for all things comfortable and rich. Rumor had it that the horned beast was an Exiled King from a distant and brutal land, ruled by centuries of incest and magic - not that the winged page gave too much of a damn, Camdis was kind to him and put up with his obviously shady dealings with false frowns and conspiratorial winks.
As far as Raglan was concerned, everyone had their secrets and everyone had their pasts; not all of them were pretty, and very rarely were any of them kind, it was what you did with your time that made anything matter.
As he neared the grand oak doors of the library, the lithe yearling gave an impish smile to the guards on duty and sauntered beneath the stone doorway, his premeditated excuses for his lateness already floating to the forefront of his mind. Strolling through the stacks with their dusty tomes and crackling sconces, the ruby bay followed the scent of jasmine incense until he discovered his tutor and guardian nestled in a pile of swan feather cushions and sipping what he assumed was mint tea. Slowing to a stop before the low mahogany table that Camdis had claimed as his own, the lad watched the flickering fire that had been stoked in the hearth at Camdis' back, relishing in the warmth that encircled the space.
Parting his lips to begin his well-rehearsed monologue of false apologies and flimsy promises, Raglan found that he was interrupted before he could even begin, the Regent's deep baritone cutting him off.
"Save it for those who believe you, boy. Come, sit. We have your formal education to begin."
HELLO
So since this is a thread between my two characters, I would be thrilled if anyone else wanted to come! Camdis would be happy to teach anyone and he'd be even happier to host a sage or another caretaker who could fill int eh gaps in his knowledge<33
08-20-2017, 04:52 PM
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His words were neither cruel nor kind and lacked any underlying meaning. Truthfully, the stallion had assumed his ward would be late, what with the lad's seeming affinity for getting himself into trouble, Camdis couldn't imagine that Raglan would abandon old habits just to sit in a library with a cranky Regent. Despite this, though, the winged boy was shockingly clever and too intelligent for his own good - Camdis knew he would never be able to keep a secret from the yearling even if he wanted to. It was a good trait for a page, he supposed, especially since the lad's loyalties lay with Reichenbach and the rest of his court.
Camdis Lohir didn't want to know what it was like for the young Crow's foes.
Shifting and nestling down further into his cozy pile of cushions, the Regent motioned gently with his head toward the similar pile of pillows across the table that he had stacked for his charge. As the boy tucked himself into the velvety depths, Camdis poured some mint tea from a kettle near the hearth and placed it near Raglan - it was still a strange sensation to wield magic, especially in such a casual way, but the scarlet spattered stallion couldn't deny the convenience of Tempus' gift. With Raglan settled in, his creamy tail splayed behind him like a maiden's, Camdis took a breath and stared at the boy across from him, silvery eyes inquisitive.
Moments of silence passed, and Raglan held his composure with a surprising ease, though Camdis noted the confusion that darkened the lad's eyes. Offering a grin, the Regent shifted upon his cushions once more and let his voice accompany the crackling of the fire, "You are familiar with the unfamiliar and you deal well with pressure - these are good qualities in a caretaker. There will be many a time where you will be the sole voice of calm in a sea of panic and strife. Where matters of the body and it's condition are concerned, you are who the people shall look to, and you must remain steady."
The boy only nodded, his usually impish face growing solemn as he listened to his guardian. Quirking a brow and taking a sip from his tea, Camdis placed a sheet of parchment with an empty diagram of an equine sketched with uncanny accuracy - one of the scullery maids had a penchant for the arts, the stallion had discovered. Nodding toward the sheet, the Regent spoke once again, amusement lacing his voice, "Go on, let's see what you know."
08-20-2017, 05:27 PM
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R E I C H E N B A C H
He hadn't seen Camdis Lohir around the Castle lately - but he'd known his Regent was there. Every so often Camdis' familiar scent had brushed against Reich's path, halting him as he strode quickly through the halls, no company but the sound of his own hooves. He'd smile a moment then continue, pretending not to feel the strange comfort Camdis' presence gave him as he left the stone walls for open sky and stars. He hadn't seen Raglan around much these days either - whether that be due to the study Camdis had assigned him or for some other reason, the Sovereign couldn't say.
Today when he strode down the halls of his beloved court, Reichenbach had a purpose and a destination - he wouldn't walk past Camdis' open door, wouldn't ignore the soft, subtle smell of mint tea and parchment. He'd see the Ex-King in his chambers, a perfectly normal, natural place for a Sovereign to speak with his Regent.
The Night King stepped through the threshold, instantly enveloped in the warmth of the room, swallowed completely by Camdis' most intimate scents. He grinned, spying Raglan and shaking his skin free of those strange nerves as his gaze went to the flames behind Camdis and then back around the room to settle upon the two caretakers.
"Camdis is treating you well enough, by the looks of it."
Were his first wry words, amused and pleased to see Raglan surrounded by riches and comforts instead of straw and dirt. In a swift movement, the Sovereign of the Night Court promptly tucked his knees and lay next to his fellow orphan comfortably.
"Please, Camdis, continue"
OOC; @Raglan <3 sorry this is a bit poop BUT REICHRAGLANCAMDIS
08-20-2017, 08:16 PM
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While his face may have been a mask of interest and solemn curiosity, Raglan's mind was racing within his bejeweled skull. It wasn't as if the lad had never seen injuries - he had seen things among smog choked streets that could turn a warborn veteran into a squealing filly at his dam's teat. But the solemnity with which Camdis spoke, the responsibility that he lay out before the youth took him by surprise; he had never thought about the emotional turmoil that might accompany such a position within Denocte. No, the silver haired yearling hadn't taken the time to consider the possibility that his heart could be hurt in the line of duty. He swallowed and felt his jaw tighten as worry slithered down his spine and questions battered themselves against the confines of his skull.
Am I strong enough to be their shoulder? Can I withstand the emotional drain? How can I know? Will I dash myself upon the rocks of my dreams? If I fail, will they hate me?
On and on they circled, nearly blinding him as he stared at the blank anatomy chart that Camdis had placed before him. In truth, before the lad had come to the Palace, he had been illiterate to the fullest extent - he hadn't even been able to identify his numbers. Despite that, though, Camdis had sat with the winged youth for hours on end, building memory through repetition and application. He had even trusted Raglan to read court documents aloud, stating that if he were to be a message runner for the crown, there was no reason he couldn't be privy to the knowledge that came with his station. With a glance at the feather quill that he had plucked from his own wing during his last molt, Raglan's mouth went dry.
If he wrote on that sheet, if he began his education formally as a caretaker, he wouldn't be able to look back. He would have committed himself and Camdis to this future that he wasn't even sure he could withstand. Raising his pale gaze to the similarly moonlike eyes of his teacher, Raglan heard the plea in his voice as he spoke, "Camdis Lohir, I don't --" his words were cut off, however, when he noticed his guardian's attention shift from his face, to something behind him.
Cocking his head to the side, Raglan watched the scarlet stallion transform; the muscles about his eyes and mouth softening, his small smile growing ever so slightly, nostrils flaring as if to catch a scent. Raglan noticed the sudden tension in the musculature of his tutor's chest, as if it was suddenly hard for the stallion to breathe. All of these changes were minute, nearly unnoticeable and surely unknown by Camdis himself, but the Young Crow had become accustomed to seeing that which others did not. Distantly, he wondered if Reichenbach (for who else could elicit such a response from the Regent? The heat between the pair was blistering and unrequited) ever noticed the change in his Second when he came around. After all, the King had been fostered among the orphans of Denocte as well.
Without turning, Raglan nodded to his King and felt a smile blossom over his dark lips at the sound of his hero's voice. As the orphan sovereign made himself comfortable at the page's side, his velvety voice contending with the crackling of the hearth, Raglan felt a rush of confidence; if Reichenbach could go from orphan to warrior to King, the bloody bay lad could go from Crow to page to Caretaker. Stretching a wing out to brush against the sovereign's side in greeting, Raglan concentrated on the diagram before him and began to fill in the blanks.
He would rise even if it killed him.
AAAAA IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS THREAD SORRY FOR THE MUSE EXPLOSION <3 thank you so much for Raglan my hunni he's an angel
08-22-2017, 12:21 PM
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Camdis Lohir had never been a good father. No, his chances to assume the mantle of doting dad had been dashed by his own fear and cowardice, and he knew that he would never be able to make it up - not to his wife, not to his children, not to his abandoned kingdom. He thought about them less, now, but when they did enter his mind, the sting cut as deep as ever. He wondered if that was why he had decided to keep Raglan on as his page and ward, if some part of him was searching for that unattainable redemption through attempting to be a father to a child that had grown up without one.
Regardless of whatever subconscious motivations he may have had, the horned stallion took a nearly obscene amount of pride in his charge; in the boy's quick wit, in his almost ethereal beauty, in his physical prowess, and in his silver tongue. In the weeks since he had taken the lad in, the pair had become close, though not exceptionally so. Camdis had witnessed the bruises and scrapes that littered the red tinged pelt of his ward and come to the conclusion that Raglan had yet to leave his Crow's life behind - but that was of no matter to the scarlet Regent, he had decided to allow the boy his youth and his freedoms.
Caligo knew that Camdis had never been given his.
So between conspiratorial winks and amusement hidden behind false frowns, Camdis Lohir watched as his clever page advanced in both his worlds. Plus, the Regent had reasoned, it couldn't hurt to have eyes on the inside of the common folk's lives, both for curiosity's sake and for the protection of Reichenbach's position. Taking another sip of tea and enjoying the scent of jasmine incense that he had purchased from the bazaar, Camdis took a deeper breath and allowed his mind to be flooded with the images of Reich that were conjured up by the mixture of jasmine and woodsmoke.
It seemed a dangerous game his heart was keen on playing, this undeniable attraction between King and Hand. Camdis wondered how long he would be able to hide his affections, and what would happen if he failed to do so. His musings were interrupted, however, by Raglan's tentative and shockingly vulnerable expression. Focusing his attention on the lad, ears perked and head cocked, Camdis' eyes were then drawn from the page by the svelte form of Reichenbach stepping from the gloom that surrounded the little reading nook. The bay felt himself swallow as he watched the shadows slip from bruised skin and cling to silky locks, his heart beating its way into his chest.
A smile broke across the Exile King's face, though he did his best to hide the absolute and all-consuming joy that filled his chest at the presence of his friend and sovereign. As the handsome patriarch settled down at Raglan's side, his velvety baritone brushing over Camdis' skin with the same sensation as a lover's caress, the Regent noted the newfound diligence with which his charge began his work. With a slow blink and a nod, Camdis left Raglan to his assignment and eyed Reichenbach over the rim of his mug as he took yet another drink of tea.
As he straightened, his reply rolled from his tongue unbidden, "Instruction is only valuable when the pupil can retain the information and apply it without guidance - our Raglan is quick as a whip, but is his memory as good as his ability to scheme?" He gave a low chuckle, glancing at the yearling and feeling affection bloom in his belly, "What brings you to our lessons, my friend?" Camdis dare not say his sovereign's name, not with the stallion cloaked in the golden light of the fire, not with his scent surrounding the scarlet stained gent, not with his control stretched so thin.
"Have you a care to learn the healing arts?"
@Reichenbach sorry for the other muse explosion
08-22-2017, 01:50 PM
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R E I C H E N B A C H
He could feel Raglan's close, intelligent eyes watching him, watching them. Deciphering, listening, picking up pieces of information and storing them away... Reich flicked his eyes to Raglan casually, staring at him as if to say "Don't, Raglan." The page was quick to look at his studies, quietly doing his work as Camdis leaned back subtly, watching Reichenbach over his tea. It was a small movement, but The King of Thieves noticed it. He scoffed quietly at Camdis' question, avoiding that searing gaze painfully as he looked into the fire.
"Sadly my skills lay in... other areas."
Two meanings. He shared a knowing glance with Raglan, holding back a smile - other areas... like thieving, fighting and... the other f. He was good at it, that was true - but he rarely partook. Perhaps because he had been raised with a sister, or perhaps because he'd seen the worst of the world - whatever the reason, Reichenbach did not sleep around. He didn't mind acting like he did, but at the end of the day, he went to bed alone.
"There'll be a meeting tonight, to formally announce you and your new title"
He said the words with a teasing smile, humming with an easy happiness (it was too easy to be happy when he was in a room with those burning argent eyes).
"You'll be expected to attend too, Rag." A glance at Camdis, "You and the others."
OOC; @Raglan short :c
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08-31-2017, 12:18 AM
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