No man was ever wise by chance.
Oh, but Somnus knew that his drastically altered demeanor was cause of alarm for Eulalie. In the back of his mind he felt terrible for concerning her so, but she did not know the slaughter that this wretched, cursed man was capable of. He had seen it with his own eyes. He knew the destruction and agony that Atreus could inflict upon a kingdom, how the ichor within his very being could corrupt all of the goodness around him. Atreus was a walking blight, a damnation personified and shoved into a vile body, and were they not in a very public space with his beloved Eulalie at his side, Somnus knew that he would see to it personally that Atreus did not leave Delumine alive.
Luck you.
Verdant eyes burned with a freezing glare so full of hatred and malice as Atreus dared take a step closer. He bristled, wings beginning to unfurl and rise, his chin slowly tucking downwards towards his chest as though ready to charge and pierce this man’s hollow chest where his heart should have been with his obsidian horn. Instead of acting as he wanted, however, Somnus held his ground. Angered and offended as he was, he was no fool.
Asterion would not knowingly send a murderer in response to his plea for assistance with Regis and so Somnus did not fault him. More than likely Atreus, somehow, was one of the best healers of Terrastella, or else he would not have been sent at all. Of course, it could very well all be a trap for this walking aberration to harm his beloved Eulalie and precious Regis… Somnus cast a quick glance to the two pallid mares in Atreus company, and judged them for what they were; the escort, probably. He did not know, but his offense was not with them.
Focus. He is in your dominion, but do not act a fool. You are better than your anger. Use him to your advantage.
Sucking in a deep, measured breath, the Dawn King did his best to collect his wrath and abhorrence. It was time to use his position and talents in diplomacy to his advantage. Still, before much else could be spouted from his brother’s reservoir of lies, the dunalino lifted his jaw and directed his gaze momentarily to Eulalie.“Do not trust him,” he whispered inaudibly, dark lips moving as he went on in hushed whispers, “I will tell you more when we are alone, but please, darling… Do not trust him.”
Ever so slowly did Somnus allow his wings to fold back against his sides, but his stature did not lose its rigid posture. Muscles bunched and tendons coiled, he was prepared for any wrong move that Atreus might take. The Dawn King’s emerald eyes stared hard into Atreus’ own marred gaze, disliking every word that dripped like poison from his elder brother’s lips. Oh, indeed. He knew a threat when he heard one, and the words that the silvered roan bemoaned were just that. Sleep would be nonexistent over the course of the next few days…
Lifting his head, jaw set and regal, the Dawn King cleared his throat and, at last, truly addressed Delumine’s visitors. For now, he would ignore Atreus’ words until he deemed ready.“Welcome to Delumine. Should you require respite from your travels, know that we will readily provide what we can.” As he spoke, his eyes did not even glance at Atreus, instead regarding the two pallid escorts as though his brother wasn’t even there. Only then, welcome said and done, did his icy gaze return to the silvered roan.
“Your lies are most unbecoming, brother, for I know that you are no more elated to see me as I am to see you. Still, you are here and you are a guest, so do at least try to behave while you are in my Court. I would loathe for word of a poor performance and pitiable manners to return to King Asterion.” Rolling a shoulder, Somnus went on quickly with a clipped, polished proficiency, uncaring of the effect his scathing words might hold. He wondered, briefly, how difficult it might be to have Atreus stripped of whatever position he had somehow weaseled himself into within Terrastella’s ranks. The threat was tempting.
”This is Eulalie, my beloved life-mate. Eulalie, this is my older half-brother, Atreus.” Half-brother. Ultimately, that was the beginning of the derision between the two of them, despite the sheer captivation that Somnus had once held towards Atreus during his boyhood. “Regis is currently resting. Perhaps when he awakens you can look him over.” But only with a full-blown guard in the same room. There was no way that Somnus would allow the man to be close to Regis without being in the same room. Luckily Alba was there now, and he wondered if Tabbris could also be coerced into staying with the young Dawn Prince at all times, at least until Atreus and his retinue departed from Delumine.
tag: @Atreus @Eulalie @Theodosia
Luck you.
Verdant eyes burned with a freezing glare so full of hatred and malice as Atreus dared take a step closer. He bristled, wings beginning to unfurl and rise, his chin slowly tucking downwards towards his chest as though ready to charge and pierce this man’s hollow chest where his heart should have been with his obsidian horn. Instead of acting as he wanted, however, Somnus held his ground. Angered and offended as he was, he was no fool.
Asterion would not knowingly send a murderer in response to his plea for assistance with Regis and so Somnus did not fault him. More than likely Atreus, somehow, was one of the best healers of Terrastella, or else he would not have been sent at all. Of course, it could very well all be a trap for this walking aberration to harm his beloved Eulalie and precious Regis… Somnus cast a quick glance to the two pallid mares in Atreus company, and judged them for what they were; the escort, probably. He did not know, but his offense was not with them.
Focus. He is in your dominion, but do not act a fool. You are better than your anger. Use him to your advantage.
Sucking in a deep, measured breath, the Dawn King did his best to collect his wrath and abhorrence. It was time to use his position and talents in diplomacy to his advantage. Still, before much else could be spouted from his brother’s reservoir of lies, the dunalino lifted his jaw and directed his gaze momentarily to Eulalie.
Ever so slowly did Somnus allow his wings to fold back against his sides, but his stature did not lose its rigid posture. Muscles bunched and tendons coiled, he was prepared for any wrong move that Atreus might take. The Dawn King’s emerald eyes stared hard into Atreus’ own marred gaze, disliking every word that dripped like poison from his elder brother’s lips. Oh, indeed. He knew a threat when he heard one, and the words that the silvered roan bemoaned were just that. Sleep would be nonexistent over the course of the next few days…
Lifting his head, jaw set and regal, the Dawn King cleared his throat and, at last, truly addressed Delumine’s visitors. For now, he would ignore Atreus’ words until he deemed ready.
