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As Timaeus’s horse thundered up the rocky pathway towards the Valaoritis household, a small smile crept onto his face. It may have only been two days since Timaeus had last been here, but it had been a hard and emotionally draining two days. After all, the previous morning had seen two Valaoritis boys leave Midas and now only one has returned at clearly at a breakneck speed. He didn’t want to spend much time in Eubocris, only allowing him enough time to rest and to ensure his younger brother had arrived at the manor that would be his secret prison until he could learn to how to be a Lord.
Getting Silanos to leave Midas though hadn’t been easy. It had always been Sil’s instinct to run whenever the world started to close in on him. He had done so after the death of Nicomedes as he found more comfort in the Taengean promise of endless bottles of wine rather than his own crumbling family. However, it was a trick that Timaeus himself had known all too well and the Baron had the foresight to keep him from sneaking off in the night. His room had been well-guarded and he had not been allowed to leave his chamber until it was time to leave Midas. It had made Silanos feel cornered like a wild animal and stoked his anger to dangerous levels, but it had done the job and there was nowhere for him to go… save for Eubocris where Timaeus could keep him under a careful watch. It may not seem like much to an outsider, but pinning in a Valaoritis? The same family who had yet to fail in raising any of their children into a free-spirited imp who wanted nothing more from life than the chance to escape the mountains?
Being penned in like this was a fate worse than death for them.
Silanos had made this much clear when he was finally allowed to leave his room and spent the majority of the day-long trip shouting double-handed quips designed to dig under his brother’s skin. As much as Tim hated to admit it, Sil did succeed in his goal and his jaw was still somewhat sore from needed to hold his tongue from giving in and spitting forth his own venom in return. However, if Sil believed he could succeed in convincing Timaeus to rethink his plan and allow the young lord to wander freely… he was sorely mistaken. If anything, the whole experience strengthened his resolve on the matter. It was far past time Silanos was reined in and given that Sil would be the only thing this family would have left if something happened to Tim.. he needed to grow up and learn how to shoulder the responsibilities he was expected to carry. The tragedies that had marred his family had blinded them to this, but the incident at the Kotas manor had been the wake-up call Timaeus desperately needed. It was time for Silanos to grow up and there was no better way to do it than to bring him back to the house where they had failed to do so before.
After arriving in the province, Timaeus made a point to avoid his brother, least while his ire was still strong and the baron had slipped away from the manor in the early morning hours so that any conflict could be avoided. Entrusted to the care of his mother, several of his lieutenants, and the staff who were bound to follow Timaeus’s will before Silanos; the Baron was confident that Sil would not be going anywhere until he was the heir this family needed to be. It would take time and the journey was not going to be easy, but it was desperately needed.
But at least the hardest part is over, Timaeus silently thought to himself as he made wearily made his way towards his chambers in the Midas household. He hadn’t even made his way to his door before he started fumbling with his riding cloak, eager to shed the offending item so he might be able to sleep. The ride from Eubocris to Midas had always been exhausting, but the emotional toll from the past few days made it difficult to keep his eyes open as he made his way inside. Luckily, the staff had the foresight to send in a retainer to help the Baron and as soon as the Valaoritis had made his presence known, a mousy boy lept to his feet and helped Timaeus remove the outer armor he had worn during the trip. Within minutes, the heavy, decorative boiled leather had been removed and Timaeus was eager to crawl into his bed so that he might forget the world for a few hours. However, before he could so, his stomach loudly growled, reminding him of the fact that he had eaten for most of the day.
Turning to the boy who was now fussing over stoking a nearby fire, Timaeus said curtly, “You can go. Return to wake me when the rest of my family is ready to eat.” He received a small nod in response and the retainer moved to leave. Before he was able to leave the room, Timaeus quickly added, “And make sure they’re all there this evening.” As much as Timaeus would love to be alone after such a trying time, he knew that leaving both Sospatria and Roxana unsupervised for so long had not been a brilliant idea. His own worries over what happened with Silanos dictated that he assure that neither of his cousins had found themselves caught up in similar predicaments.
The boy only muttered a short affirmative statement in response and scurried from the room. Breathing a sigh of relief, Timaeus crawled into his bed, not even caring about how the rest of his muddied outfit was probably ruining the sheets. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his eyes slipped closed, leading him into a well-needed rest.
Timaeus was still asleep when the boy returned several hours later to a darkened chamber. Having always been a light sleeper, it didn’t take much to rouse the Baron from his dreamless rest. Once he had stumbled from the bed, he finally shed the dirty outfit from before and changed into a steel gray chiton so that he might look somewhat presentable when he saw his cousins again rather than being disheveled from his travels and sleep. A simple comb through his curls was enough to hide the rest of his weariness, which surprised the retainer. Clearly, he was used to working with those in the household who had a longer routine.
That was startlingly apparent when Timaeus had made his way into the dining room and only found other servants rushing about in order to make the last few preparations for the meal. He was the first of his family to arrive. Ignoring the others in the room, Timaeus made his way to his spot at the head of the table. Sitting down, he took the wine before him and took a rather large gulp of the liquid, mentally preparing himself for the endless questions that both Patria and Rox would have for him once they did arrive. After all, as far as he knew, the two of them had been left in the dark as to what Silanos had done and both were very aware of Timaeus’s inability to let his family wander too far from home.
And neither girl was the type to hold her tongue when it came to these kinds of questions.
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to keep up any lie he told and the two of them would probably find out the truth in other backhanded ways; Timaeus already knew that he would have to explain the events of the night at the Kotas manor. He didn’t want to do it, but it was something that needed to be done. This was also the best setting for revealing a secret that this family would have to take to their graves if they wanted to save their reputation and Sil’s life. It just wasn’t going to be an easy thing for him to admit, given the part he had played in the whole fiasco.
So, he quickly downed the rest of the goblet, welcoming the light buzz from the wine that would make this conversation easier as he kept glancing towards the door; both eagerly awaiting and dreading the arrival of the other girls.
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As Timaeus’s horse thundered up the rocky pathway towards the Valaoritis household, a small smile crept onto his face. It may have only been two days since Timaeus had last been here, but it had been a hard and emotionally draining two days. After all, the previous morning had seen two Valaoritis boys leave Midas and now only one has returned at clearly at a breakneck speed. He didn’t want to spend much time in Eubocris, only allowing him enough time to rest and to ensure his younger brother had arrived at the manor that would be his secret prison until he could learn to how to be a Lord.
Getting Silanos to leave Midas though hadn’t been easy. It had always been Sil’s instinct to run whenever the world started to close in on him. He had done so after the death of Nicomedes as he found more comfort in the Taengean promise of endless bottles of wine rather than his own crumbling family. However, it was a trick that Timaeus himself had known all too well and the Baron had the foresight to keep him from sneaking off in the night. His room had been well-guarded and he had not been allowed to leave his chamber until it was time to leave Midas. It had made Silanos feel cornered like a wild animal and stoked his anger to dangerous levels, but it had done the job and there was nowhere for him to go… save for Eubocris where Timaeus could keep him under a careful watch. It may not seem like much to an outsider, but pinning in a Valaoritis? The same family who had yet to fail in raising any of their children into a free-spirited imp who wanted nothing more from life than the chance to escape the mountains?
Being penned in like this was a fate worse than death for them.
Silanos had made this much clear when he was finally allowed to leave his room and spent the majority of the day-long trip shouting double-handed quips designed to dig under his brother’s skin. As much as Tim hated to admit it, Sil did succeed in his goal and his jaw was still somewhat sore from needed to hold his tongue from giving in and spitting forth his own venom in return. However, if Sil believed he could succeed in convincing Timaeus to rethink his plan and allow the young lord to wander freely… he was sorely mistaken. If anything, the whole experience strengthened his resolve on the matter. It was far past time Silanos was reined in and given that Sil would be the only thing this family would have left if something happened to Tim.. he needed to grow up and learn how to shoulder the responsibilities he was expected to carry. The tragedies that had marred his family had blinded them to this, but the incident at the Kotas manor had been the wake-up call Timaeus desperately needed. It was time for Silanos to grow up and there was no better way to do it than to bring him back to the house where they had failed to do so before.
After arriving in the province, Timaeus made a point to avoid his brother, least while his ire was still strong and the baron had slipped away from the manor in the early morning hours so that any conflict could be avoided. Entrusted to the care of his mother, several of his lieutenants, and the staff who were bound to follow Timaeus’s will before Silanos; the Baron was confident that Sil would not be going anywhere until he was the heir this family needed to be. It would take time and the journey was not going to be easy, but it was desperately needed.
But at least the hardest part is over, Timaeus silently thought to himself as he made wearily made his way towards his chambers in the Midas household. He hadn’t even made his way to his door before he started fumbling with his riding cloak, eager to shed the offending item so he might be able to sleep. The ride from Eubocris to Midas had always been exhausting, but the emotional toll from the past few days made it difficult to keep his eyes open as he made his way inside. Luckily, the staff had the foresight to send in a retainer to help the Baron and as soon as the Valaoritis had made his presence known, a mousy boy lept to his feet and helped Timaeus remove the outer armor he had worn during the trip. Within minutes, the heavy, decorative boiled leather had been removed and Timaeus was eager to crawl into his bed so that he might forget the world for a few hours. However, before he could so, his stomach loudly growled, reminding him of the fact that he had eaten for most of the day.
Turning to the boy who was now fussing over stoking a nearby fire, Timaeus said curtly, “You can go. Return to wake me when the rest of my family is ready to eat.” He received a small nod in response and the retainer moved to leave. Before he was able to leave the room, Timaeus quickly added, “And make sure they’re all there this evening.” As much as Timaeus would love to be alone after such a trying time, he knew that leaving both Sospatria and Roxana unsupervised for so long had not been a brilliant idea. His own worries over what happened with Silanos dictated that he assure that neither of his cousins had found themselves caught up in similar predicaments.
The boy only muttered a short affirmative statement in response and scurried from the room. Breathing a sigh of relief, Timaeus crawled into his bed, not even caring about how the rest of his muddied outfit was probably ruining the sheets. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his eyes slipped closed, leading him into a well-needed rest.
Timaeus was still asleep when the boy returned several hours later to a darkened chamber. Having always been a light sleeper, it didn’t take much to rouse the Baron from his dreamless rest. Once he had stumbled from the bed, he finally shed the dirty outfit from before and changed into a steel gray chiton so that he might look somewhat presentable when he saw his cousins again rather than being disheveled from his travels and sleep. A simple comb through his curls was enough to hide the rest of his weariness, which surprised the retainer. Clearly, he was used to working with those in the household who had a longer routine.
That was startlingly apparent when Timaeus had made his way into the dining room and only found other servants rushing about in order to make the last few preparations for the meal. He was the first of his family to arrive. Ignoring the others in the room, Timaeus made his way to his spot at the head of the table. Sitting down, he took the wine before him and took a rather large gulp of the liquid, mentally preparing himself for the endless questions that both Patria and Rox would have for him once they did arrive. After all, as far as he knew, the two of them had been left in the dark as to what Silanos had done and both were very aware of Timaeus’s inability to let his family wander too far from home.
And neither girl was the type to hold her tongue when it came to these kinds of questions.
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to keep up any lie he told and the two of them would probably find out the truth in other backhanded ways; Timaeus already knew that he would have to explain the events of the night at the Kotas manor. He didn’t want to do it, but it was something that needed to be done. This was also the best setting for revealing a secret that this family would have to take to their graves if they wanted to save their reputation and Sil’s life. It just wasn’t going to be an easy thing for him to admit, given the part he had played in the whole fiasco.
So, he quickly downed the rest of the goblet, welcoming the light buzz from the wine that would make this conversation easier as he kept glancing towards the door; both eagerly awaiting and dreading the arrival of the other girls.
As Timaeus’s horse thundered up the rocky pathway towards the Valaoritis household, a small smile crept onto his face. It may have only been two days since Timaeus had last been here, but it had been a hard and emotionally draining two days. After all, the previous morning had seen two Valaoritis boys leave Midas and now only one has returned at clearly at a breakneck speed. He didn’t want to spend much time in Eubocris, only allowing him enough time to rest and to ensure his younger brother had arrived at the manor that would be his secret prison until he could learn to how to be a Lord.
Getting Silanos to leave Midas though hadn’t been easy. It had always been Sil’s instinct to run whenever the world started to close in on him. He had done so after the death of Nicomedes as he found more comfort in the Taengean promise of endless bottles of wine rather than his own crumbling family. However, it was a trick that Timaeus himself had known all too well and the Baron had the foresight to keep him from sneaking off in the night. His room had been well-guarded and he had not been allowed to leave his chamber until it was time to leave Midas. It had made Silanos feel cornered like a wild animal and stoked his anger to dangerous levels, but it had done the job and there was nowhere for him to go… save for Eubocris where Timaeus could keep him under a careful watch. It may not seem like much to an outsider, but pinning in a Valaoritis? The same family who had yet to fail in raising any of their children into a free-spirited imp who wanted nothing more from life than the chance to escape the mountains?
Being penned in like this was a fate worse than death for them.
Silanos had made this much clear when he was finally allowed to leave his room and spent the majority of the day-long trip shouting double-handed quips designed to dig under his brother’s skin. As much as Tim hated to admit it, Sil did succeed in his goal and his jaw was still somewhat sore from needed to hold his tongue from giving in and spitting forth his own venom in return. However, if Sil believed he could succeed in convincing Timaeus to rethink his plan and allow the young lord to wander freely… he was sorely mistaken. If anything, the whole experience strengthened his resolve on the matter. It was far past time Silanos was reined in and given that Sil would be the only thing this family would have left if something happened to Tim.. he needed to grow up and learn how to shoulder the responsibilities he was expected to carry. The tragedies that had marred his family had blinded them to this, but the incident at the Kotas manor had been the wake-up call Timaeus desperately needed. It was time for Silanos to grow up and there was no better way to do it than to bring him back to the house where they had failed to do so before.
After arriving in the province, Timaeus made a point to avoid his brother, least while his ire was still strong and the baron had slipped away from the manor in the early morning hours so that any conflict could be avoided. Entrusted to the care of his mother, several of his lieutenants, and the staff who were bound to follow Timaeus’s will before Silanos; the Baron was confident that Sil would not be going anywhere until he was the heir this family needed to be. It would take time and the journey was not going to be easy, but it was desperately needed.
But at least the hardest part is over, Timaeus silently thought to himself as he made wearily made his way towards his chambers in the Midas household. He hadn’t even made his way to his door before he started fumbling with his riding cloak, eager to shed the offending item so he might be able to sleep. The ride from Eubocris to Midas had always been exhausting, but the emotional toll from the past few days made it difficult to keep his eyes open as he made his way inside. Luckily, the staff had the foresight to send in a retainer to help the Baron and as soon as the Valaoritis had made his presence known, a mousy boy lept to his feet and helped Timaeus remove the outer armor he had worn during the trip. Within minutes, the heavy, decorative boiled leather had been removed and Timaeus was eager to crawl into his bed so that he might forget the world for a few hours. However, before he could so, his stomach loudly growled, reminding him of the fact that he had eaten for most of the day.
Turning to the boy who was now fussing over stoking a nearby fire, Timaeus said curtly, “You can go. Return to wake me when the rest of my family is ready to eat.” He received a small nod in response and the retainer moved to leave. Before he was able to leave the room, Timaeus quickly added, “And make sure they’re all there this evening.” As much as Timaeus would love to be alone after such a trying time, he knew that leaving both Sospatria and Roxana unsupervised for so long had not been a brilliant idea. His own worries over what happened with Silanos dictated that he assure that neither of his cousins had found themselves caught up in similar predicaments.
The boy only muttered a short affirmative statement in response and scurried from the room. Breathing a sigh of relief, Timaeus crawled into his bed, not even caring about how the rest of his muddied outfit was probably ruining the sheets. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his eyes slipped closed, leading him into a well-needed rest.
Timaeus was still asleep when the boy returned several hours later to a darkened chamber. Having always been a light sleeper, it didn’t take much to rouse the Baron from his dreamless rest. Once he had stumbled from the bed, he finally shed the dirty outfit from before and changed into a steel gray chiton so that he might look somewhat presentable when he saw his cousins again rather than being disheveled from his travels and sleep. A simple comb through his curls was enough to hide the rest of his weariness, which surprised the retainer. Clearly, he was used to working with those in the household who had a longer routine.
That was startlingly apparent when Timaeus had made his way into the dining room and only found other servants rushing about in order to make the last few preparations for the meal. He was the first of his family to arrive. Ignoring the others in the room, Timaeus made his way to his spot at the head of the table. Sitting down, he took the wine before him and took a rather large gulp of the liquid, mentally preparing himself for the endless questions that both Patria and Rox would have for him once they did arrive. After all, as far as he knew, the two of them had been left in the dark as to what Silanos had done and both were very aware of Timaeus’s inability to let his family wander too far from home.
And neither girl was the type to hold her tongue when it came to these kinds of questions.
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to keep up any lie he told and the two of them would probably find out the truth in other backhanded ways; Timaeus already knew that he would have to explain the events of the night at the Kotas manor. He didn’t want to do it, but it was something that needed to be done. This was also the best setting for revealing a secret that this family would have to take to their graves if they wanted to save their reputation and Sil’s life. It just wasn’t going to be an easy thing for him to admit, given the part he had played in the whole fiasco.
So, he quickly downed the rest of the goblet, welcoming the light buzz from the wine that would make this conversation easier as he kept glancing towards the door; both eagerly awaiting and dreading the arrival of the other girls.
Roxana knew a bit about what happened. She had little else to do but eavesdrop. It was ironic to her that all these legitimate born family members were all letting the family down but she was the shame and embarrassment of them all. Perhaps she shouldn’t be so bitter but remembering Amaxius’ scorn toward her she couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied that the children he hadn’t disdained were the ones who would be disappointing him today. Except for Tim, of course.
This was also an opportunity. Timaeus could hardly be the only one to represent the family or look to its interests. There was some sorrow for him as he must feel alone and there was a bit of guilt as she fully planned to seize an opportunity during his time of vulnerability. Still, her plans were not all selfish and she wouldn’t be making if they might actually make Timaeus or the family come to harm but she was far more eager to help based on the fact that her social status could be directly positively affected by it.
She put some effort into her appearance tonight, her hair was clean, brushed, and shone in the lamp light. Light face paint was applied to bring out her eyes and rosy color, hiding a few of the more prominent freckles. It wasn’t overboard but it was an effort to blend in more to Timaeus’ expectation of how his family should present themselves.
She joined her ‘brother’, for he was more of a brother than a cousin and she especially wanted him to think that now, at the table, “I might be the only member tonight.” She advised him and also trickled in a hint that she was still a member of the family, “Are you well, Timaeus?” She asked, noting his tired eyes and unhappy appearance and addressing him as more of an equal, Speak for the job you want, not the job you have. She knew he wasn’t well but she had to break that ice, start the conversation.
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Roxana knew a bit about what happened. She had little else to do but eavesdrop. It was ironic to her that all these legitimate born family members were all letting the family down but she was the shame and embarrassment of them all. Perhaps she shouldn’t be so bitter but remembering Amaxius’ scorn toward her she couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied that the children he hadn’t disdained were the ones who would be disappointing him today. Except for Tim, of course.
This was also an opportunity. Timaeus could hardly be the only one to represent the family or look to its interests. There was some sorrow for him as he must feel alone and there was a bit of guilt as she fully planned to seize an opportunity during his time of vulnerability. Still, her plans were not all selfish and she wouldn’t be making if they might actually make Timaeus or the family come to harm but she was far more eager to help based on the fact that her social status could be directly positively affected by it.
She put some effort into her appearance tonight, her hair was clean, brushed, and shone in the lamp light. Light face paint was applied to bring out her eyes and rosy color, hiding a few of the more prominent freckles. It wasn’t overboard but it was an effort to blend in more to Timaeus’ expectation of how his family should present themselves.
She joined her ‘brother’, for he was more of a brother than a cousin and she especially wanted him to think that now, at the table, “I might be the only member tonight.” She advised him and also trickled in a hint that she was still a member of the family, “Are you well, Timaeus?” She asked, noting his tired eyes and unhappy appearance and addressing him as more of an equal, Speak for the job you want, not the job you have. She knew he wasn’t well but she had to break that ice, start the conversation.
Roxana knew a bit about what happened. She had little else to do but eavesdrop. It was ironic to her that all these legitimate born family members were all letting the family down but she was the shame and embarrassment of them all. Perhaps she shouldn’t be so bitter but remembering Amaxius’ scorn toward her she couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied that the children he hadn’t disdained were the ones who would be disappointing him today. Except for Tim, of course.
This was also an opportunity. Timaeus could hardly be the only one to represent the family or look to its interests. There was some sorrow for him as he must feel alone and there was a bit of guilt as she fully planned to seize an opportunity during his time of vulnerability. Still, her plans were not all selfish and she wouldn’t be making if they might actually make Timaeus or the family come to harm but she was far more eager to help based on the fact that her social status could be directly positively affected by it.
She put some effort into her appearance tonight, her hair was clean, brushed, and shone in the lamp light. Light face paint was applied to bring out her eyes and rosy color, hiding a few of the more prominent freckles. It wasn’t overboard but it was an effort to blend in more to Timaeus’ expectation of how his family should present themselves.
She joined her ‘brother’, for he was more of a brother than a cousin and she especially wanted him to think that now, at the table, “I might be the only member tonight.” She advised him and also trickled in a hint that she was still a member of the family, “Are you well, Timaeus?” She asked, noting his tired eyes and unhappy appearance and addressing him as more of an equal, Speak for the job you want, not the job you have. She knew he wasn’t well but she had to break that ice, start the conversation.
He was going mad. Hemmed in once again, not just by the walls of the manor but by the towering cliffs off stone that were a thousand times more oppressive. Silanos had bitched and whined all the way back, watching in grim satisfaction as his brother’s shoulders grew more and more rigid the further they got.
He should’ve felt bad, but if Timaeus was intent of dragging him back to Eubochris then Sil wasn’t about to make it easy on him. And as they rode, the constant barbs were as much as to keep him awake as they were to goad his older brother. The steady gait of the horse made it too easy to feel drowsiness take hold, and he was -for once- stone cold sober, so Silanos knew that if he succumbed to sleep there would be no buffer between him and the night mares that plagued him. Nicomedes, slumped forward in his seat, as cold and grey as the stone of the gorge. Or sometimes it was Timaeus, other times he saw his own death. All of them around that table, in perfect detail.
He had stared resentfully at his brother’s back for the rest of the journey , as if he might somehow be to blame. But then he would be, if he expected him to just rot in the godforsaken hole in the cliff they called home. God he wanted a drink.
The young man shook his head, moved away from where he had been staring moodily out of the window since Timaeus had left. He could not stay here. His mother alternatively fussing and scolding, the guard dogging his every step. It was torture.
“ I am going to bed” he announced, to no one in particular. And then to the man currently assigned to stalking him and preventing his escape “ Are you going to follow me there too? Because I hate to say it but you’re not at all my type”
It said something that no one even questioned him. Likely because he looked like he needed a good few hours kip, but that was his perpetual state of existence. So remote from those around him that they believed he might willingly be heading to sleep, Silanos was happy enough to prey on their ignorance. Shutting the door resolutely in the face of the guard who it appeared had been told to station himself outside his room, the young man paced the floor.
There was a drop from the window, but he thought he could land it. And then it was only a grim days ride back to Midas, hot on the heels of his brother. Sil knew that Tim meant to protect him as much as punish, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Blue eyes drifted toward the bed, and Silanos made some effort to stuff it so it looked as though he lay there. If the shutters were closed then it was dark enough that a glance would suggest a figure.
And then he rifled through the chest at the foot of the bed, carelessly strewing its contents about as he looked for one particular item. The hooded riding cloak seemed only prudent, and Silanos was not an idiot, despite what some of his less thought out decisions might have suggested. He pulled it on, and then quietly opened the shutters.
It was not at elegant descent. More a slide down the roof and then a lucky landing in the courtyard below. He scraped his hands up but it seemed a small price to pay for freedom, and the Lord stole away to the stables, his assigned guard apparently none the wiser.
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Adrenaline kept him awake for the long ride back, and Silanos was fizzing with nerves as he drew into the city. The events of the days prior were a little hazy but he knew enough to know he had fucked up pretty badly. But where he was heading was nowhere he would be likely to come across any of the Kotas family, and so he kept his head down and his mouth shut, winding his way to one of the darker edges of the city where he finally threw back his hood to greet a familiar face.
“Sila-”
“Shut your mouth” the young Lord bid hastily as he slipped from the back of his horse. “ I haven’t been here, you haven’t seen me”. It was so unlike his usual manner that Estevan fell quiet, a surprised expression upon his face. Still, he knew what the young Lord sought him out for, and he reached into the folds of his robe to draw out a little glass vial. “ You have my money? You are a good customer, but I can't take you on your word alone, boy.”
Silanos sighed, pressed a handful of coin onto the man, and snatched up the vial, folding into his closed fist. “ Spend it on women and drink or feed your family, Estevan. You know I’m good for the rest of it” He glanced around him and swung back into the saddle, pulling his hood back up before he found somewhere quiet and out of the way where he might make best use of his purchase.
By the time he arrived at the Valaoritis Manor, he felt that much better. Gone was the ever present weariness, the fatigue that saw him dizzy and slow-witted, and instead Silanos felt sharp and bright, and ready for the argument he could feel coming. He clattered up to the house and threw the reins of his horse at the stable boy who emerged. Unlike Timaeus, who had made the effort to look presentable, Silanos had no such compunction. He hadn’t been invited after all, so dress code seemed irrelevant.
Eyes glittering and pupils so tiny as to be almost non existent, he swept through the manor and into the dining room with all the subtlety of a storm. And there, he made a theatrical bow to his brother and cousin, fixing Timaeus with a hard stare as he drew upright. “ Family mine, you’ll forgive my lateness. It would appear our great Lord forgot me when he left the Gorge.”
He slid into an unoccupied seat with an almost insufferable nonchalance, fingers immediately beginning to tap a rhythm upon the polished wood of the table top. “ Well?” he urged. “ Don’t feel like you can’t talk about me, just because I’m here.”
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He was going mad. Hemmed in once again, not just by the walls of the manor but by the towering cliffs off stone that were a thousand times more oppressive. Silanos had bitched and whined all the way back, watching in grim satisfaction as his brother’s shoulders grew more and more rigid the further they got.
He should’ve felt bad, but if Timaeus was intent of dragging him back to Eubochris then Sil wasn’t about to make it easy on him. And as they rode, the constant barbs were as much as to keep him awake as they were to goad his older brother. The steady gait of the horse made it too easy to feel drowsiness take hold, and he was -for once- stone cold sober, so Silanos knew that if he succumbed to sleep there would be no buffer between him and the night mares that plagued him. Nicomedes, slumped forward in his seat, as cold and grey as the stone of the gorge. Or sometimes it was Timaeus, other times he saw his own death. All of them around that table, in perfect detail.
He had stared resentfully at his brother’s back for the rest of the journey , as if he might somehow be to blame. But then he would be, if he expected him to just rot in the godforsaken hole in the cliff they called home. God he wanted a drink.
The young man shook his head, moved away from where he had been staring moodily out of the window since Timaeus had left. He could not stay here. His mother alternatively fussing and scolding, the guard dogging his every step. It was torture.
“ I am going to bed” he announced, to no one in particular. And then to the man currently assigned to stalking him and preventing his escape “ Are you going to follow me there too? Because I hate to say it but you’re not at all my type”
It said something that no one even questioned him. Likely because he looked like he needed a good few hours kip, but that was his perpetual state of existence. So remote from those around him that they believed he might willingly be heading to sleep, Silanos was happy enough to prey on their ignorance. Shutting the door resolutely in the face of the guard who it appeared had been told to station himself outside his room, the young man paced the floor.
There was a drop from the window, but he thought he could land it. And then it was only a grim days ride back to Midas, hot on the heels of his brother. Sil knew that Tim meant to protect him as much as punish, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Blue eyes drifted toward the bed, and Silanos made some effort to stuff it so it looked as though he lay there. If the shutters were closed then it was dark enough that a glance would suggest a figure.
And then he rifled through the chest at the foot of the bed, carelessly strewing its contents about as he looked for one particular item. The hooded riding cloak seemed only prudent, and Silanos was not an idiot, despite what some of his less thought out decisions might have suggested. He pulled it on, and then quietly opened the shutters.
It was not at elegant descent. More a slide down the roof and then a lucky landing in the courtyard below. He scraped his hands up but it seemed a small price to pay for freedom, and the Lord stole away to the stables, his assigned guard apparently none the wiser.
***
Adrenaline kept him awake for the long ride back, and Silanos was fizzing with nerves as he drew into the city. The events of the days prior were a little hazy but he knew enough to know he had fucked up pretty badly. But where he was heading was nowhere he would be likely to come across any of the Kotas family, and so he kept his head down and his mouth shut, winding his way to one of the darker edges of the city where he finally threw back his hood to greet a familiar face.
“Sila-”
“Shut your mouth” the young Lord bid hastily as he slipped from the back of his horse. “ I haven’t been here, you haven’t seen me”. It was so unlike his usual manner that Estevan fell quiet, a surprised expression upon his face. Still, he knew what the young Lord sought him out for, and he reached into the folds of his robe to draw out a little glass vial. “ You have my money? You are a good customer, but I can't take you on your word alone, boy.”
Silanos sighed, pressed a handful of coin onto the man, and snatched up the vial, folding into his closed fist. “ Spend it on women and drink or feed your family, Estevan. You know I’m good for the rest of it” He glanced around him and swung back into the saddle, pulling his hood back up before he found somewhere quiet and out of the way where he might make best use of his purchase.
By the time he arrived at the Valaoritis Manor, he felt that much better. Gone was the ever present weariness, the fatigue that saw him dizzy and slow-witted, and instead Silanos felt sharp and bright, and ready for the argument he could feel coming. He clattered up to the house and threw the reins of his horse at the stable boy who emerged. Unlike Timaeus, who had made the effort to look presentable, Silanos had no such compunction. He hadn’t been invited after all, so dress code seemed irrelevant.
Eyes glittering and pupils so tiny as to be almost non existent, he swept through the manor and into the dining room with all the subtlety of a storm. And there, he made a theatrical bow to his brother and cousin, fixing Timaeus with a hard stare as he drew upright. “ Family mine, you’ll forgive my lateness. It would appear our great Lord forgot me when he left the Gorge.”
He slid into an unoccupied seat with an almost insufferable nonchalance, fingers immediately beginning to tap a rhythm upon the polished wood of the table top. “ Well?” he urged. “ Don’t feel like you can’t talk about me, just because I’m here.”
He was going mad. Hemmed in once again, not just by the walls of the manor but by the towering cliffs off stone that were a thousand times more oppressive. Silanos had bitched and whined all the way back, watching in grim satisfaction as his brother’s shoulders grew more and more rigid the further they got.
He should’ve felt bad, but if Timaeus was intent of dragging him back to Eubochris then Sil wasn’t about to make it easy on him. And as they rode, the constant barbs were as much as to keep him awake as they were to goad his older brother. The steady gait of the horse made it too easy to feel drowsiness take hold, and he was -for once- stone cold sober, so Silanos knew that if he succumbed to sleep there would be no buffer between him and the night mares that plagued him. Nicomedes, slumped forward in his seat, as cold and grey as the stone of the gorge. Or sometimes it was Timaeus, other times he saw his own death. All of them around that table, in perfect detail.
He had stared resentfully at his brother’s back for the rest of the journey , as if he might somehow be to blame. But then he would be, if he expected him to just rot in the godforsaken hole in the cliff they called home. God he wanted a drink.
The young man shook his head, moved away from where he had been staring moodily out of the window since Timaeus had left. He could not stay here. His mother alternatively fussing and scolding, the guard dogging his every step. It was torture.
“ I am going to bed” he announced, to no one in particular. And then to the man currently assigned to stalking him and preventing his escape “ Are you going to follow me there too? Because I hate to say it but you’re not at all my type”
It said something that no one even questioned him. Likely because he looked like he needed a good few hours kip, but that was his perpetual state of existence. So remote from those around him that they believed he might willingly be heading to sleep, Silanos was happy enough to prey on their ignorance. Shutting the door resolutely in the face of the guard who it appeared had been told to station himself outside his room, the young man paced the floor.
There was a drop from the window, but he thought he could land it. And then it was only a grim days ride back to Midas, hot on the heels of his brother. Sil knew that Tim meant to protect him as much as punish, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Blue eyes drifted toward the bed, and Silanos made some effort to stuff it so it looked as though he lay there. If the shutters were closed then it was dark enough that a glance would suggest a figure.
And then he rifled through the chest at the foot of the bed, carelessly strewing its contents about as he looked for one particular item. The hooded riding cloak seemed only prudent, and Silanos was not an idiot, despite what some of his less thought out decisions might have suggested. He pulled it on, and then quietly opened the shutters.
It was not at elegant descent. More a slide down the roof and then a lucky landing in the courtyard below. He scraped his hands up but it seemed a small price to pay for freedom, and the Lord stole away to the stables, his assigned guard apparently none the wiser.
***
Adrenaline kept him awake for the long ride back, and Silanos was fizzing with nerves as he drew into the city. The events of the days prior were a little hazy but he knew enough to know he had fucked up pretty badly. But where he was heading was nowhere he would be likely to come across any of the Kotas family, and so he kept his head down and his mouth shut, winding his way to one of the darker edges of the city where he finally threw back his hood to greet a familiar face.
“Sila-”
“Shut your mouth” the young Lord bid hastily as he slipped from the back of his horse. “ I haven’t been here, you haven’t seen me”. It was so unlike his usual manner that Estevan fell quiet, a surprised expression upon his face. Still, he knew what the young Lord sought him out for, and he reached into the folds of his robe to draw out a little glass vial. “ You have my money? You are a good customer, but I can't take you on your word alone, boy.”
Silanos sighed, pressed a handful of coin onto the man, and snatched up the vial, folding into his closed fist. “ Spend it on women and drink or feed your family, Estevan. You know I’m good for the rest of it” He glanced around him and swung back into the saddle, pulling his hood back up before he found somewhere quiet and out of the way where he might make best use of his purchase.
By the time he arrived at the Valaoritis Manor, he felt that much better. Gone was the ever present weariness, the fatigue that saw him dizzy and slow-witted, and instead Silanos felt sharp and bright, and ready for the argument he could feel coming. He clattered up to the house and threw the reins of his horse at the stable boy who emerged. Unlike Timaeus, who had made the effort to look presentable, Silanos had no such compunction. He hadn’t been invited after all, so dress code seemed irrelevant.
Eyes glittering and pupils so tiny as to be almost non existent, he swept through the manor and into the dining room with all the subtlety of a storm. And there, he made a theatrical bow to his brother and cousin, fixing Timaeus with a hard stare as he drew upright. “ Family mine, you’ll forgive my lateness. It would appear our great Lord forgot me when he left the Gorge.”
He slid into an unoccupied seat with an almost insufferable nonchalance, fingers immediately beginning to tap a rhythm upon the polished wood of the table top. “ Well?” he urged. “ Don’t feel like you can’t talk about me, just because I’m here.”
Just as he finished the goblet before him, Timaeus heard one of his cousins enter the room. Glancing up as he reached for the pitcher in front of him, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Roxana who had entered, ensuring that the peace that had settled over the room would continue for a few more moments. He smiled warmly at her as she made her way to her seat. Before he could offer a few murmured words of greeting as well, a glimmer of light from the setting sun outside caught the side of Roxana’s face bringing her ‘brother’ to a pause.
Was that… makeup that she was wearing?
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the slight rosy tinge to her cheeks confirmed this. Roxana was not the kind of girl who normally wore makeup as she was normally just as rough-and-tumble as the rest of the Valaoritis brood. All of them were very headstrong in their ways of rebelling against what society expected of them and his youngest cousin was particularly notorious in her resistance in becoming the perfect little lady that Periella wanted her to be. Call it ignorance on Timaeus’s part, but she really just didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would go to that kind of effort for a private family dinner. It was odd to Tim, but then again he had been so absorbed in dealing with his responsibilities as Baron and cleaning up Sil’s mistakes that he had grown a bit blind to everything else.
Either way, this change in pace was curious enough to the Baron that he commented on it as he finished filling his glass and set the pitcher back down, “Special occasion?” His words were simple as he raised an eyebrow at the girl. Hopefully, it would be enough for her to guess at what he was speaking of, especially as this was something that just deviated so far from the norm. Truthfully though, he wouldn’t be surprised if Roxana ignored the query as he realized that what he said was the kind of thing that would have earned him a stern glare from his mother had she been at the table with them before she’d say something about how beautiful Roxana looked with or without the makeup. This thought alone was enough to send a small bubble of shame to creep up within him, now fully aware of how it might be taken the wrong way. So, to save face he hastily added, “It looks nice though.”
Either way, he was granted when Roxana changed the subject. However, the news she bore was not as well received. “Both of them aren’t coming?” He said with a hint of annoyance as he referred to their other cousins, the daughters of their uncle Galenus. They had joined their household only a few months prior after their mother had succumbed to a long withstanding illness and with their father being presumed dead, they had nowhere else to go. It was a quick adjustment for everyone though as the girls were just as troublesome as the rest of the Valaoritis children, especially the older one Atalanta who was currently bedridden with an injury she has yet to explain to the rest of them.
“I know she broke her ankle, but that’s hardly an excuse for the both of them…” Timaeus muttered, trailing off at the end as he glanced over at the door. He gritted his teeth out of annoyance as he silently willed them to appear at the door. It would be difficult enough explaining in the first place what Silanos had done, but now his cousins seemed intent on subjecting him to going through the ordeal twice. The thought of needing to do so was so unpleasant to him that he had half the mind to sending a servant to their rooms and turning his invitation into a summons… but he knew that was hardly going to be taken well. If both of the girls decided to avoid dinner, they clearly had a reason for doing so. It wasn’t worth the effort of tracking them down especially after how tiring the last few days had been. “I guess they’ll just be hungry tonight.” He said quietly as he turned back to the one cousin who did bother to come to dinner.
He leaned back in his chair, taking another gulp of the precious liquid before him as a nearby servant placed bowls of soup in front of the pair. Timaeus was quite eager to dig in, but he had to pause for a moment as Roxana asked about how her cousin was faring after his sudden trip. The Baron was silent for a moment, wondering if it was worth lying and saying that everything was fine, which wasn’t the case. However, he knew that his own appearance would reveal the lie. He knew that despite the change of clothes, there was a weariness about him that he couldn’t hide. It also didn’t hurt that he was already downing his second glass of wine. He normally didn’t drink so quickly unless there was something wrong. So, yes, he could pretend that everything was alright, but Roxana knew him better than that. She would probably push him to reveal the truth and he just didn’t have the energy for such a fight right now.
So, instead, he swallowed his pride --and the wine-- before saying, “Truthfully? No, I’m not.” He said bluntly as he set the glass down again. For a moment Timaeus was silent as he thought of how he was going to approach the touchy subject that was on his mind. “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you and our cousins. “ He ominously said after a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself for the rough conversation that was to come, “As I’m sure you’re aware of by now, I recently returned to Eubocris for a few days and my brother accompanied me on this trip. Yet there isn’t a place for him here tonight.” He motioned towards the two empty places that were clearly for the cousins who had decided to ignore Timaeus’s invitation that evening as he spoke. “He won’t be returning to Midas for quite some --”
Before Timaeus could fully explain what had happened though, the deafening noise of the door being swung open rang through the room. Startled by the intrusion, Timaeus turned towards the noise, already pushing back his chair to confront whoever was careless enough to use such force… but he was stopped dead in his tracks as the last person he expected to see sauntered into the room. All the color drained from his face as he dumbfoundedly watched his little brother claim a seat for himself. This couldn’t be happening, could it? How on earth could Silanos be here when Timaeus was so sure that he was secure in Eubocris?
“What are you doing here?” Timaeus practically growled when his wits returned and replaced his shock with pure anger. The sheer cheek of this boy! His grip on his goblet tightened as he watched Silanos make himself right at home in the household that he had been removed from. His eyes flashed in anger at the flamboyant display of disobedience that Silanos was intent on presenting, something that Timaeus was sure to comment on as his younger brother reached for food that was not laid out for him.
“Forgive me brother, but I believe that I was clear in my instruction that you were to remain in Eubocris?” Timaeus said in a low tone as he leveled his gaze with the interloper, not bothering to hide his anger or how deeply in trouble Silanos was now thanks to this little show, “And yet, here you are taking what does not belong to you. Must we add thief to your list of crimes brother?” Roxana had been all but forgotten as Timaeus’s attention focused solely on Sil. Surely at this point, the young girl was confused at the accusations that Tim had laid upon the other man at the table. Out of all the possible ways he could have explained the mess that Sil was in, an angry confrontation was not one of them, but that was the scenario that was quickly unfolding before them all as the temper of the baron began to steadily rise as he watched his brother make himself comfortable in his defiance of his brother’s commands.
The final straw came when Timaeus thought he saw his brother glance at the pitcher of wine in the center of the table. Whether he had actually done so was up for debate, but Tim was not in the mood to deal with the consequences he was correct. Snapping his fingers, he quickly summoned a servant forward as he pointed at the pitcher and said forcefully, “He doesn’t get a single drop.” He glared at Silanos as he said this, daring the boy to challenge the Baron in this regard. Timaeus smirked at the boy, knowing full well that Silanos could throw as much of a fit as he liked, but while Timaeus was in the room, he would not get any of the alcohol that both brothers depended so thoroughly upon. Almost cruelly, Timaeus then motioned for his own goblet to be filled. As the servant did so, his eyes never left the younger lad.
Without uttering a single word, Timaeus reminded his brother who held the power in this situation and the older brother was in no mood to deal with such a challenge from a boy who by all means should be dead at this very moment. The only reason that Sil was still breathing was Timaeus and this was the thanks he received for an action that loomed threateningly over the both of them… Clearly, Silanos didn’t realize how lucky he was. Perhaps he needed a little reminder of that fact?
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t summon the lieutenants and have you dragged to the Fylaki for this little stunt of yours, dearest brother?” He said in a low tone so that none of the servants would hear. Clearly, Timaeus was in no mood for any of Silanos’s games. Not after such a blatant display of disrespect.
So much for a pleasant family dinner.
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Just as he finished the goblet before him, Timaeus heard one of his cousins enter the room. Glancing up as he reached for the pitcher in front of him, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Roxana who had entered, ensuring that the peace that had settled over the room would continue for a few more moments. He smiled warmly at her as she made her way to her seat. Before he could offer a few murmured words of greeting as well, a glimmer of light from the setting sun outside caught the side of Roxana’s face bringing her ‘brother’ to a pause.
Was that… makeup that she was wearing?
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the slight rosy tinge to her cheeks confirmed this. Roxana was not the kind of girl who normally wore makeup as she was normally just as rough-and-tumble as the rest of the Valaoritis brood. All of them were very headstrong in their ways of rebelling against what society expected of them and his youngest cousin was particularly notorious in her resistance in becoming the perfect little lady that Periella wanted her to be. Call it ignorance on Timaeus’s part, but she really just didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would go to that kind of effort for a private family dinner. It was odd to Tim, but then again he had been so absorbed in dealing with his responsibilities as Baron and cleaning up Sil’s mistakes that he had grown a bit blind to everything else.
Either way, this change in pace was curious enough to the Baron that he commented on it as he finished filling his glass and set the pitcher back down, “Special occasion?” His words were simple as he raised an eyebrow at the girl. Hopefully, it would be enough for her to guess at what he was speaking of, especially as this was something that just deviated so far from the norm. Truthfully though, he wouldn’t be surprised if Roxana ignored the query as he realized that what he said was the kind of thing that would have earned him a stern glare from his mother had she been at the table with them before she’d say something about how beautiful Roxana looked with or without the makeup. This thought alone was enough to send a small bubble of shame to creep up within him, now fully aware of how it might be taken the wrong way. So, to save face he hastily added, “It looks nice though.”
Either way, he was granted when Roxana changed the subject. However, the news she bore was not as well received. “Both of them aren’t coming?” He said with a hint of annoyance as he referred to their other cousins, the daughters of their uncle Galenus. They had joined their household only a few months prior after their mother had succumbed to a long withstanding illness and with their father being presumed dead, they had nowhere else to go. It was a quick adjustment for everyone though as the girls were just as troublesome as the rest of the Valaoritis children, especially the older one Atalanta who was currently bedridden with an injury she has yet to explain to the rest of them.
“I know she broke her ankle, but that’s hardly an excuse for the both of them…” Timaeus muttered, trailing off at the end as he glanced over at the door. He gritted his teeth out of annoyance as he silently willed them to appear at the door. It would be difficult enough explaining in the first place what Silanos had done, but now his cousins seemed intent on subjecting him to going through the ordeal twice. The thought of needing to do so was so unpleasant to him that he had half the mind to sending a servant to their rooms and turning his invitation into a summons… but he knew that was hardly going to be taken well. If both of the girls decided to avoid dinner, they clearly had a reason for doing so. It wasn’t worth the effort of tracking them down especially after how tiring the last few days had been. “I guess they’ll just be hungry tonight.” He said quietly as he turned back to the one cousin who did bother to come to dinner.
He leaned back in his chair, taking another gulp of the precious liquid before him as a nearby servant placed bowls of soup in front of the pair. Timaeus was quite eager to dig in, but he had to pause for a moment as Roxana asked about how her cousin was faring after his sudden trip. The Baron was silent for a moment, wondering if it was worth lying and saying that everything was fine, which wasn’t the case. However, he knew that his own appearance would reveal the lie. He knew that despite the change of clothes, there was a weariness about him that he couldn’t hide. It also didn’t hurt that he was already downing his second glass of wine. He normally didn’t drink so quickly unless there was something wrong. So, yes, he could pretend that everything was alright, but Roxana knew him better than that. She would probably push him to reveal the truth and he just didn’t have the energy for such a fight right now.
So, instead, he swallowed his pride --and the wine-- before saying, “Truthfully? No, I’m not.” He said bluntly as he set the glass down again. For a moment Timaeus was silent as he thought of how he was going to approach the touchy subject that was on his mind. “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you and our cousins. “ He ominously said after a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself for the rough conversation that was to come, “As I’m sure you’re aware of by now, I recently returned to Eubocris for a few days and my brother accompanied me on this trip. Yet there isn’t a place for him here tonight.” He motioned towards the two empty places that were clearly for the cousins who had decided to ignore Timaeus’s invitation that evening as he spoke. “He won’t be returning to Midas for quite some --”
Before Timaeus could fully explain what had happened though, the deafening noise of the door being swung open rang through the room. Startled by the intrusion, Timaeus turned towards the noise, already pushing back his chair to confront whoever was careless enough to use such force… but he was stopped dead in his tracks as the last person he expected to see sauntered into the room. All the color drained from his face as he dumbfoundedly watched his little brother claim a seat for himself. This couldn’t be happening, could it? How on earth could Silanos be here when Timaeus was so sure that he was secure in Eubocris?
“What are you doing here?” Timaeus practically growled when his wits returned and replaced his shock with pure anger. The sheer cheek of this boy! His grip on his goblet tightened as he watched Silanos make himself right at home in the household that he had been removed from. His eyes flashed in anger at the flamboyant display of disobedience that Silanos was intent on presenting, something that Timaeus was sure to comment on as his younger brother reached for food that was not laid out for him.
“Forgive me brother, but I believe that I was clear in my instruction that you were to remain in Eubocris?” Timaeus said in a low tone as he leveled his gaze with the interloper, not bothering to hide his anger or how deeply in trouble Silanos was now thanks to this little show, “And yet, here you are taking what does not belong to you. Must we add thief to your list of crimes brother?” Roxana had been all but forgotten as Timaeus’s attention focused solely on Sil. Surely at this point, the young girl was confused at the accusations that Tim had laid upon the other man at the table. Out of all the possible ways he could have explained the mess that Sil was in, an angry confrontation was not one of them, but that was the scenario that was quickly unfolding before them all as the temper of the baron began to steadily rise as he watched his brother make himself comfortable in his defiance of his brother’s commands.
The final straw came when Timaeus thought he saw his brother glance at the pitcher of wine in the center of the table. Whether he had actually done so was up for debate, but Tim was not in the mood to deal with the consequences he was correct. Snapping his fingers, he quickly summoned a servant forward as he pointed at the pitcher and said forcefully, “He doesn’t get a single drop.” He glared at Silanos as he said this, daring the boy to challenge the Baron in this regard. Timaeus smirked at the boy, knowing full well that Silanos could throw as much of a fit as he liked, but while Timaeus was in the room, he would not get any of the alcohol that both brothers depended so thoroughly upon. Almost cruelly, Timaeus then motioned for his own goblet to be filled. As the servant did so, his eyes never left the younger lad.
Without uttering a single word, Timaeus reminded his brother who held the power in this situation and the older brother was in no mood to deal with such a challenge from a boy who by all means should be dead at this very moment. The only reason that Sil was still breathing was Timaeus and this was the thanks he received for an action that loomed threateningly over the both of them… Clearly, Silanos didn’t realize how lucky he was. Perhaps he needed a little reminder of that fact?
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t summon the lieutenants and have you dragged to the Fylaki for this little stunt of yours, dearest brother?” He said in a low tone so that none of the servants would hear. Clearly, Timaeus was in no mood for any of Silanos’s games. Not after such a blatant display of disrespect.
So much for a pleasant family dinner.
Just as he finished the goblet before him, Timaeus heard one of his cousins enter the room. Glancing up as he reached for the pitcher in front of him, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Roxana who had entered, ensuring that the peace that had settled over the room would continue for a few more moments. He smiled warmly at her as she made her way to her seat. Before he could offer a few murmured words of greeting as well, a glimmer of light from the setting sun outside caught the side of Roxana’s face bringing her ‘brother’ to a pause.
Was that… makeup that she was wearing?
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the slight rosy tinge to her cheeks confirmed this. Roxana was not the kind of girl who normally wore makeup as she was normally just as rough-and-tumble as the rest of the Valaoritis brood. All of them were very headstrong in their ways of rebelling against what society expected of them and his youngest cousin was particularly notorious in her resistance in becoming the perfect little lady that Periella wanted her to be. Call it ignorance on Timaeus’s part, but she really just didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would go to that kind of effort for a private family dinner. It was odd to Tim, but then again he had been so absorbed in dealing with his responsibilities as Baron and cleaning up Sil’s mistakes that he had grown a bit blind to everything else.
Either way, this change in pace was curious enough to the Baron that he commented on it as he finished filling his glass and set the pitcher back down, “Special occasion?” His words were simple as he raised an eyebrow at the girl. Hopefully, it would be enough for her to guess at what he was speaking of, especially as this was something that just deviated so far from the norm. Truthfully though, he wouldn’t be surprised if Roxana ignored the query as he realized that what he said was the kind of thing that would have earned him a stern glare from his mother had she been at the table with them before she’d say something about how beautiful Roxana looked with or without the makeup. This thought alone was enough to send a small bubble of shame to creep up within him, now fully aware of how it might be taken the wrong way. So, to save face he hastily added, “It looks nice though.”
Either way, he was granted when Roxana changed the subject. However, the news she bore was not as well received. “Both of them aren’t coming?” He said with a hint of annoyance as he referred to their other cousins, the daughters of their uncle Galenus. They had joined their household only a few months prior after their mother had succumbed to a long withstanding illness and with their father being presumed dead, they had nowhere else to go. It was a quick adjustment for everyone though as the girls were just as troublesome as the rest of the Valaoritis children, especially the older one Atalanta who was currently bedridden with an injury she has yet to explain to the rest of them.
“I know she broke her ankle, but that’s hardly an excuse for the both of them…” Timaeus muttered, trailing off at the end as he glanced over at the door. He gritted his teeth out of annoyance as he silently willed them to appear at the door. It would be difficult enough explaining in the first place what Silanos had done, but now his cousins seemed intent on subjecting him to going through the ordeal twice. The thought of needing to do so was so unpleasant to him that he had half the mind to sending a servant to their rooms and turning his invitation into a summons… but he knew that was hardly going to be taken well. If both of the girls decided to avoid dinner, they clearly had a reason for doing so. It wasn’t worth the effort of tracking them down especially after how tiring the last few days had been. “I guess they’ll just be hungry tonight.” He said quietly as he turned back to the one cousin who did bother to come to dinner.
He leaned back in his chair, taking another gulp of the precious liquid before him as a nearby servant placed bowls of soup in front of the pair. Timaeus was quite eager to dig in, but he had to pause for a moment as Roxana asked about how her cousin was faring after his sudden trip. The Baron was silent for a moment, wondering if it was worth lying and saying that everything was fine, which wasn’t the case. However, he knew that his own appearance would reveal the lie. He knew that despite the change of clothes, there was a weariness about him that he couldn’t hide. It also didn’t hurt that he was already downing his second glass of wine. He normally didn’t drink so quickly unless there was something wrong. So, yes, he could pretend that everything was alright, but Roxana knew him better than that. She would probably push him to reveal the truth and he just didn’t have the energy for such a fight right now.
So, instead, he swallowed his pride --and the wine-- before saying, “Truthfully? No, I’m not.” He said bluntly as he set the glass down again. For a moment Timaeus was silent as he thought of how he was going to approach the touchy subject that was on his mind. “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you and our cousins. “ He ominously said after a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself for the rough conversation that was to come, “As I’m sure you’re aware of by now, I recently returned to Eubocris for a few days and my brother accompanied me on this trip. Yet there isn’t a place for him here tonight.” He motioned towards the two empty places that were clearly for the cousins who had decided to ignore Timaeus’s invitation that evening as he spoke. “He won’t be returning to Midas for quite some --”
Before Timaeus could fully explain what had happened though, the deafening noise of the door being swung open rang through the room. Startled by the intrusion, Timaeus turned towards the noise, already pushing back his chair to confront whoever was careless enough to use such force… but he was stopped dead in his tracks as the last person he expected to see sauntered into the room. All the color drained from his face as he dumbfoundedly watched his little brother claim a seat for himself. This couldn’t be happening, could it? How on earth could Silanos be here when Timaeus was so sure that he was secure in Eubocris?
“What are you doing here?” Timaeus practically growled when his wits returned and replaced his shock with pure anger. The sheer cheek of this boy! His grip on his goblet tightened as he watched Silanos make himself right at home in the household that he had been removed from. His eyes flashed in anger at the flamboyant display of disobedience that Silanos was intent on presenting, something that Timaeus was sure to comment on as his younger brother reached for food that was not laid out for him.
“Forgive me brother, but I believe that I was clear in my instruction that you were to remain in Eubocris?” Timaeus said in a low tone as he leveled his gaze with the interloper, not bothering to hide his anger or how deeply in trouble Silanos was now thanks to this little show, “And yet, here you are taking what does not belong to you. Must we add thief to your list of crimes brother?” Roxana had been all but forgotten as Timaeus’s attention focused solely on Sil. Surely at this point, the young girl was confused at the accusations that Tim had laid upon the other man at the table. Out of all the possible ways he could have explained the mess that Sil was in, an angry confrontation was not one of them, but that was the scenario that was quickly unfolding before them all as the temper of the baron began to steadily rise as he watched his brother make himself comfortable in his defiance of his brother’s commands.
The final straw came when Timaeus thought he saw his brother glance at the pitcher of wine in the center of the table. Whether he had actually done so was up for debate, but Tim was not in the mood to deal with the consequences he was correct. Snapping his fingers, he quickly summoned a servant forward as he pointed at the pitcher and said forcefully, “He doesn’t get a single drop.” He glared at Silanos as he said this, daring the boy to challenge the Baron in this regard. Timaeus smirked at the boy, knowing full well that Silanos could throw as much of a fit as he liked, but while Timaeus was in the room, he would not get any of the alcohol that both brothers depended so thoroughly upon. Almost cruelly, Timaeus then motioned for his own goblet to be filled. As the servant did so, his eyes never left the younger lad.
Without uttering a single word, Timaeus reminded his brother who held the power in this situation and the older brother was in no mood to deal with such a challenge from a boy who by all means should be dead at this very moment. The only reason that Sil was still breathing was Timaeus and this was the thanks he received for an action that loomed threateningly over the both of them… Clearly, Silanos didn’t realize how lucky he was. Perhaps he needed a little reminder of that fact?
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t summon the lieutenants and have you dragged to the Fylaki for this little stunt of yours, dearest brother?” He said in a low tone so that none of the servants would hear. Clearly, Timaeus was in no mood for any of Silanos’s games. Not after such a blatant display of disrespect.
So much for a pleasant family dinner.
There was a definite satisfaction in seeing the dumbfounded expression upon his brother’s face as he walked in, easier for the young man to acknowledge than the twinge of guilt that accompanied it. Shooting a wide smile at Roxana, Sil picked up a spoon from one of the empty place settings and leant over to dip into her soup, promptly shoving it in his mouth.
“Mpmff. It’s good” he said, addressing his cousin, and then finally looking back to his brother, waving the spoon in his direction to punctuate his reply. “Well here’s the interesting thing. I had an enlightening discussion with me about that. And we decided it was a fucking stupid idea”. There was a reason he had fled Eubocris the first time, and Silanos did not know for the life of him why his brother thought he could contain him there now. Rolling his eyes at Timaeus, the younger of the Valaoritis men very deliberately set the spoon down.
“Oh stop being so dramatic” he chided, glancing at Roxana conspiratorially. They had been close, once. He almost felt bad for putting her in the middle of this confrontation, but then, he was under no illusion that he would have been the topic of conversation anyway. Perhaps he might have cared more had it not been for the stimulant running through his veins, making his heart beat fast and his thoughts snap from one to another without pause.
Silanos fixed his brother with a glare, disarming with his irises a sea of blue, marred only by a pinpoint pupil. There was a brittle laugh as the Baron forbid his sibling from imbibing any of the wine, wine Sil thought Timaeus already well soaked in, but he cared not. He was flying high from other means tonight. Even the threat of the guards could find no real purchase, though he spat a retort regardless, pushing to his feet and setting his knuckles upon the table as he stared across at his older brother.
“Why are you so determined to lock me up like an animal Tim? DO IT IF YOU WANT! Locked up here, locked up at home, what's the difference? You should have just let him kill me if this was your excellent alternative!”
Silanos wasn’t sure where that had come from, perhaps he was not above being dramatic either, but the occasion seemed to demand it. He cut a wild eyed glance at Roxana because he didn’t even know what she knew yet, but he guessed the cat was out of the bag now. He laughed again. “THAT would have wrapped things up nice and neatly for you at least. Not blemished your good name.”
He was letting his mouth run away with him, and yet could not find it within himself to stop. “And you can still be the Kotas’ favourite that way too. An oversight on your part, brother.”
He spoke flippantly, but he knew on some level that Tim knew the truth, that he had unwittingly revealed more than he would have liked to his brother that night. Which is why it stung so much to be marched back to the gorge and abandoned there, not that he would ever admit it. Instead he goaded and antagonised, because that was easier and cost him nothing.
“But...rude of me. Of course we should first have this lovely dinner that you had planned. I know I wasn’t invited but there are places enough for me to join? No wine for me thankyou” he held up a palm to the servant as he sat once more, grinning insolently. “I’m to be on my best behaviour”
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There was a definite satisfaction in seeing the dumbfounded expression upon his brother’s face as he walked in, easier for the young man to acknowledge than the twinge of guilt that accompanied it. Shooting a wide smile at Roxana, Sil picked up a spoon from one of the empty place settings and leant over to dip into her soup, promptly shoving it in his mouth.
“Mpmff. It’s good” he said, addressing his cousin, and then finally looking back to his brother, waving the spoon in his direction to punctuate his reply. “Well here’s the interesting thing. I had an enlightening discussion with me about that. And we decided it was a fucking stupid idea”. There was a reason he had fled Eubocris the first time, and Silanos did not know for the life of him why his brother thought he could contain him there now. Rolling his eyes at Timaeus, the younger of the Valaoritis men very deliberately set the spoon down.
“Oh stop being so dramatic” he chided, glancing at Roxana conspiratorially. They had been close, once. He almost felt bad for putting her in the middle of this confrontation, but then, he was under no illusion that he would have been the topic of conversation anyway. Perhaps he might have cared more had it not been for the stimulant running through his veins, making his heart beat fast and his thoughts snap from one to another without pause.
Silanos fixed his brother with a glare, disarming with his irises a sea of blue, marred only by a pinpoint pupil. There was a brittle laugh as the Baron forbid his sibling from imbibing any of the wine, wine Sil thought Timaeus already well soaked in, but he cared not. He was flying high from other means tonight. Even the threat of the guards could find no real purchase, though he spat a retort regardless, pushing to his feet and setting his knuckles upon the table as he stared across at his older brother.
“Why are you so determined to lock me up like an animal Tim? DO IT IF YOU WANT! Locked up here, locked up at home, what's the difference? You should have just let him kill me if this was your excellent alternative!”
Silanos wasn’t sure where that had come from, perhaps he was not above being dramatic either, but the occasion seemed to demand it. He cut a wild eyed glance at Roxana because he didn’t even know what she knew yet, but he guessed the cat was out of the bag now. He laughed again. “THAT would have wrapped things up nice and neatly for you at least. Not blemished your good name.”
He was letting his mouth run away with him, and yet could not find it within himself to stop. “And you can still be the Kotas’ favourite that way too. An oversight on your part, brother.”
He spoke flippantly, but he knew on some level that Tim knew the truth, that he had unwittingly revealed more than he would have liked to his brother that night. Which is why it stung so much to be marched back to the gorge and abandoned there, not that he would ever admit it. Instead he goaded and antagonised, because that was easier and cost him nothing.
“But...rude of me. Of course we should first have this lovely dinner that you had planned. I know I wasn’t invited but there are places enough for me to join? No wine for me thankyou” he held up a palm to the servant as he sat once more, grinning insolently. “I’m to be on my best behaviour”
There was a definite satisfaction in seeing the dumbfounded expression upon his brother’s face as he walked in, easier for the young man to acknowledge than the twinge of guilt that accompanied it. Shooting a wide smile at Roxana, Sil picked up a spoon from one of the empty place settings and leant over to dip into her soup, promptly shoving it in his mouth.
“Mpmff. It’s good” he said, addressing his cousin, and then finally looking back to his brother, waving the spoon in his direction to punctuate his reply. “Well here’s the interesting thing. I had an enlightening discussion with me about that. And we decided it was a fucking stupid idea”. There was a reason he had fled Eubocris the first time, and Silanos did not know for the life of him why his brother thought he could contain him there now. Rolling his eyes at Timaeus, the younger of the Valaoritis men very deliberately set the spoon down.
“Oh stop being so dramatic” he chided, glancing at Roxana conspiratorially. They had been close, once. He almost felt bad for putting her in the middle of this confrontation, but then, he was under no illusion that he would have been the topic of conversation anyway. Perhaps he might have cared more had it not been for the stimulant running through his veins, making his heart beat fast and his thoughts snap from one to another without pause.
Silanos fixed his brother with a glare, disarming with his irises a sea of blue, marred only by a pinpoint pupil. There was a brittle laugh as the Baron forbid his sibling from imbibing any of the wine, wine Sil thought Timaeus already well soaked in, but he cared not. He was flying high from other means tonight. Even the threat of the guards could find no real purchase, though he spat a retort regardless, pushing to his feet and setting his knuckles upon the table as he stared across at his older brother.
“Why are you so determined to lock me up like an animal Tim? DO IT IF YOU WANT! Locked up here, locked up at home, what's the difference? You should have just let him kill me if this was your excellent alternative!”
Silanos wasn’t sure where that had come from, perhaps he was not above being dramatic either, but the occasion seemed to demand it. He cut a wild eyed glance at Roxana because he didn’t even know what she knew yet, but he guessed the cat was out of the bag now. He laughed again. “THAT would have wrapped things up nice and neatly for you at least. Not blemished your good name.”
He was letting his mouth run away with him, and yet could not find it within himself to stop. “And you can still be the Kotas’ favourite that way too. An oversight on your part, brother.”
He spoke flippantly, but he knew on some level that Tim knew the truth, that he had unwittingly revealed more than he would have liked to his brother that night. Which is why it stung so much to be marched back to the gorge and abandoned there, not that he would ever admit it. Instead he goaded and antagonised, because that was easier and cost him nothing.
“But...rude of me. Of course we should first have this lovely dinner that you had planned. I know I wasn’t invited but there are places enough for me to join? No wine for me thankyou” he held up a palm to the servant as he sat once more, grinning insolently. “I’m to be on my best behaviour”
Roxana blushed, though it could hardly be seen underneath her fake blush, when Tim asked her if this was a special occasion and adding that it looked nice, “Not really. I have a lot of time on my hands, you know so thought I’d try something new.”
It was a way to hint that her time could be better spent elsewhere. Biding her time though, she allowed the conversation to go at a slow pace rather than charging right into it. But then he began to talk abut his trip and Roxana nearly forgot her agenda as he spoke. Silanos not return? What had happened?
“Is he alright, what has happened?” She asked, sitting up and leaning more toward her cousin. She had known some drama ensured but the fact that Silanos may not return came as a complete shock.
Silanos stormed into the dining room at that moment and Tim got up to meet him, but it was certainly not to greet him. He demanded answers while Sil took on a disrespectful air.
Sil would not be denied dinner or attention though and took a deep dip of her soup. She did nothing to stop him and almost admired and envied his ability to blatantly go about is business and wishes in the face of an objecting Timaeus, something she would never be able to do.
"He doesn’t get a single drop."
Roxana slid her cup forward, asking the same servant to give her what Tim had just denied Sil. This was going to be a long night. The servant filled Tim’s cup and hers before awkwardly getting out of the way.
She looked between the two, expecting…well, she had little idea of what to expect honestly. It was clear now that her extra time at making herself up would be wasted and this dinner was about to be about Silanos and not Roxana taking on more responsibility and therefore more claim to their family name. She shouldn’t be surprised. The family drama had always danced around her while pretending she wasn’t there. No one had to involve her because she didn’t exist as far as society knew. But, they had to rush around making sure they looked good in front of others since they were all visible. Apparently, he waiting for her turn would be a little longer.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn’t summon the lieutenants and have you dragged to the Fylaki for this little stunt of yours, dearest brother?”
“What?” Roxana couldn’t hold back any longer and demanded attention with her voice. It went ignored.
“…You should have just let him kill me if this was your excellent alternative!"
“Kill him?” Roxana interjected. Those word went ignored as well as Silanos went on.
When he promised to be on his best behavior, Roxana hit the table with the bottom of her goblet hard. She was angry that her plans had been ruined, that she had gained up the courage to ask for what she wanted most in the world and it have devolved into another family drama session, and lastly she was angry that no one deemed it necessary to fill her in, even a little bit, “What has happened?” She demanded after her wine sloshed over the tablecloth after the slam.
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Roxana blushed, though it could hardly be seen underneath her fake blush, when Tim asked her if this was a special occasion and adding that it looked nice, “Not really. I have a lot of time on my hands, you know so thought I’d try something new.”
It was a way to hint that her time could be better spent elsewhere. Biding her time though, she allowed the conversation to go at a slow pace rather than charging right into it. But then he began to talk abut his trip and Roxana nearly forgot her agenda as he spoke. Silanos not return? What had happened?
“Is he alright, what has happened?” She asked, sitting up and leaning more toward her cousin. She had known some drama ensured but the fact that Silanos may not return came as a complete shock.
Silanos stormed into the dining room at that moment and Tim got up to meet him, but it was certainly not to greet him. He demanded answers while Sil took on a disrespectful air.
Sil would not be denied dinner or attention though and took a deep dip of her soup. She did nothing to stop him and almost admired and envied his ability to blatantly go about is business and wishes in the face of an objecting Timaeus, something she would never be able to do.
"He doesn’t get a single drop."
Roxana slid her cup forward, asking the same servant to give her what Tim had just denied Sil. This was going to be a long night. The servant filled Tim’s cup and hers before awkwardly getting out of the way.
She looked between the two, expecting…well, she had little idea of what to expect honestly. It was clear now that her extra time at making herself up would be wasted and this dinner was about to be about Silanos and not Roxana taking on more responsibility and therefore more claim to their family name. She shouldn’t be surprised. The family drama had always danced around her while pretending she wasn’t there. No one had to involve her because she didn’t exist as far as society knew. But, they had to rush around making sure they looked good in front of others since they were all visible. Apparently, he waiting for her turn would be a little longer.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn’t summon the lieutenants and have you dragged to the Fylaki for this little stunt of yours, dearest brother?”
“What?” Roxana couldn’t hold back any longer and demanded attention with her voice. It went ignored.
“…You should have just let him kill me if this was your excellent alternative!"
“Kill him?” Roxana interjected. Those word went ignored as well as Silanos went on.
When he promised to be on his best behavior, Roxana hit the table with the bottom of her goblet hard. She was angry that her plans had been ruined, that she had gained up the courage to ask for what she wanted most in the world and it have devolved into another family drama session, and lastly she was angry that no one deemed it necessary to fill her in, even a little bit, “What has happened?” She demanded after her wine sloshed over the tablecloth after the slam.
Roxana blushed, though it could hardly be seen underneath her fake blush, when Tim asked her if this was a special occasion and adding that it looked nice, “Not really. I have a lot of time on my hands, you know so thought I’d try something new.”
It was a way to hint that her time could be better spent elsewhere. Biding her time though, she allowed the conversation to go at a slow pace rather than charging right into it. But then he began to talk abut his trip and Roxana nearly forgot her agenda as he spoke. Silanos not return? What had happened?
“Is he alright, what has happened?” She asked, sitting up and leaning more toward her cousin. She had known some drama ensured but the fact that Silanos may not return came as a complete shock.
Silanos stormed into the dining room at that moment and Tim got up to meet him, but it was certainly not to greet him. He demanded answers while Sil took on a disrespectful air.
Sil would not be denied dinner or attention though and took a deep dip of her soup. She did nothing to stop him and almost admired and envied his ability to blatantly go about is business and wishes in the face of an objecting Timaeus, something she would never be able to do.
"He doesn’t get a single drop."
Roxana slid her cup forward, asking the same servant to give her what Tim had just denied Sil. This was going to be a long night. The servant filled Tim’s cup and hers before awkwardly getting out of the way.
She looked between the two, expecting…well, she had little idea of what to expect honestly. It was clear now that her extra time at making herself up would be wasted and this dinner was about to be about Silanos and not Roxana taking on more responsibility and therefore more claim to their family name. She shouldn’t be surprised. The family drama had always danced around her while pretending she wasn’t there. No one had to involve her because she didn’t exist as far as society knew. But, they had to rush around making sure they looked good in front of others since they were all visible. Apparently, he waiting for her turn would be a little longer.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn’t summon the lieutenants and have you dragged to the Fylaki for this little stunt of yours, dearest brother?”
“What?” Roxana couldn’t hold back any longer and demanded attention with her voice. It went ignored.
“…You should have just let him kill me if this was your excellent alternative!"
“Kill him?” Roxana interjected. Those word went ignored as well as Silanos went on.
When he promised to be on his best behavior, Roxana hit the table with the bottom of her goblet hard. She was angry that her plans had been ruined, that she had gained up the courage to ask for what she wanted most in the world and it have devolved into another family drama session, and lastly she was angry that no one deemed it necessary to fill her in, even a little bit, “What has happened?” She demanded after her wine sloshed over the tablecloth after the slam.
Roxana’s real intention behind her mentioning of having spare time on her hands went right over the Baron’s head. And why shouldn’t it? Being both male and unmarried, Timaeus was oblivious to went on in the days of his mother and cousins, unless they needed an escort to the markets or something akin to that. For all he knew, having free time was a fairly common thing for the women of the household.
“ Something new?” He said, musing the thought of her taking on some sort of task in his mind as he reached to fill his plate with the meat at the center of the table. Although Roxana may have gotten her hopes up for a moment, it was all for naught as Timaeus suggested the only thing he could think of at that moment, “ Have you spoken to Demetria at trying your hand at the pottery she loves so much? Surely, you haven’t done anything like that before.” He said about one of the cousins missing from the table, completely oblivious that this was hardly what Roxana was wanting to hear with the subject broached.
If she were to push the subject though, she would be faced with nothing, but disappointment as there were other factors at play as to why Roxana did not carry the family name like the boys... Something that Timaeus was not keen on speaking of.
But that hardly mattered as the whirlwind of a storm dubbed Silanos whirled into the dining room, disrespecting his brother and launching into a fit of angry words which were all swiftly met with a quick remark by Timaeus.
“ And what do you suggest then? Letting you wander about the capital city freely where you can chase after more trouble?” Timaeus bitterly spat back at his brother once the boy’s tirade was over. His patience was running thin and it was most certainly not going to grow stronger by sitting here listening to Silanos complain about being punished for the crimes he had committed. After all, what did he expect would happen after Sil was caught kissing a married woman and then later making no effort to change. It was almost like he was squandering away the gift of life that Timaeus had given him by being solely focused on filling his belly with wine and keeping his bed warm with another flute girl. Tim was perfectly justified in removing Silanos from Midas and given the boy’s history of fleeing when the walls start closing in, Tim was also not in the wrong from going about it in the way that he did. He didn’t have much of a choice anyway. Not with Sil fully intending to risk both life and limb every chance he got.
But if the boy insisted that death was a better alternative…
Timaeus shook his head at the thought. Other men might think nothing of bringing a very swift end to a very persistent problem; the Baron knew that he could never follow through with such an act. As much of a nuisance as he was, Silanos was his brother and the gaping wound that their other brother’s loss left was not yet healed. He would never be able to live with the guilt of such an action and besides, everything he had done up to this point had been to protect the life that his brother was so eager to throw away. It would have all gone to waste if he took up Sil’s suggestion.
The elder brother stayed silently as he let Sil spew his anger at him, hiding his gritted expression in a glass of wine. It took every fiber of his being to not rise to his brother’s bait, especially as the personal insults came, accusing Timaeus of only caring about his name. Not the family. That had almost been the final straw, but he managed to barely keep his cool, waiting until the boy had finally piped down to give his response to it all.
Loudly, Timaeus slammed the wine goblet down, creating a racket that would bring Silanos to a halt momentarily if he made the poor decision of opening his mouth again. Before the boy could even take that chance though, Timaeus took his turn in letting loose his anger“ OUR good name,” The older brother said in a low tone with an almost glazed look upon his face -- a clear sign that the copious amount of wine he had already downed at the meal was beginning to dull the thoughts within, “Whether you like it or not you ARE a Valaoritis and every stupid little thing you do threatens not only us,” Timaeus’s volume was rising as pointed at both himself and Roxana as he leaned forward in his seat, completely lost to the irony that one of those who sat at the table did not have the same recognition that the boys had on the family tree, “ but everything our family has worked for. Including father and Nico! You are taking everything they’ve done and tossed it into the fire pits; you useless, good-for-nothing, overgrown child!”
So much for Timaeus keeping calm.
His shout echoed throughout the room, further amplifying the sheer anger that came with it. The noise though was lost to Tim, unable to be heard over the roaring pulse in his ears as he continued with a somewhat quieter tone after having unleashed the fury that was bubbling within, “ You have done nothing but bring us all strife and chaos from the moment you have returned. There is not a single duty you have fulfilled in twenty years, no completed tasks to your name. A twelve-year-old farmer’s boy could defeat you if he wanted thanks to your refusal to train. Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house. ” Tim was almost prattling on at this point, listing all the shortcomings of his brother, but never reflecting for a moment that some of the faults he found were, in fact, the Baron’s fault. He had not assigned anything to Sil, expecting him to approach his brother for such duties and the lack of training was more due in part to the disappearance of their uncle, the man who oversaw Tim’s and Nico’s training in the art of swordsmanship. Granted, Sil was still partially at fault, but some of the blame lay at the one tossing the stones.
“ So curse me for removing you from the city so that you may not add more damage to what you have already done. But my actions are fully within my rights as the head. I am entitled to punish you as I see fit and you are to accept it.” Timaeus angrily spat out at him, fully expecting some sort of low-blow retort about not being good enough as their deceased family members and how he had almost become a tyrant at this point, over-exerting what little power he had when he felt the little bits of control he had slip out of his hands.
Silanos further forged ahead on his campaign of disrespect by seating himself at their absent cousin's place and digging into the food before him. The elder brother moved to rise from his seat to take the meal from him, but before he could fully straighten a small noise to the side caught his attention. Turning his head, his expression instantly turned from one of anger to one of shock and shame as he laid eyes on his bastard cousin. He had, until this point, completely forgotten that she had been there to witness the quarrel between the brothers. He fell back into his seat, thoroughly shaken by the fact that he had just exposed the broken cracks in this family unit to her. Timaeus had not wanted her to see what was happening behind closed doors.
But they had said too much.
Timaeus jumped a bit when Roxana slammed her glass onto the table, calling the attention to herself as she had done just a moment ago. He stared at her with a wide-eyed expression, not expecting such a fiery show from the girl. However, once she said her piece, he was not surprised by her terse words. She had been purposely kept in the dark, after all.
Reaching for his now refilled goblet, Timaeus took another big swig of the burning liquid before turning to the girl and saying, “ The short of it? Your brother was found somewhere he didn’t belong and with someone, he shouldn’t have been with.” Casting his head down a bit, shameful of the events that had transpired so far and need to admit something that he hoped that Roxana would never learn, he pointed to Sil and came up with a new humiliating punishment for the boy on the fly; explaining his actions to his sister.
“ If you want the details, you’ll have to ask him. It was his crime. Not mine.”
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Roxana’s real intention behind her mentioning of having spare time on her hands went right over the Baron’s head. And why shouldn’t it? Being both male and unmarried, Timaeus was oblivious to went on in the days of his mother and cousins, unless they needed an escort to the markets or something akin to that. For all he knew, having free time was a fairly common thing for the women of the household.
“ Something new?” He said, musing the thought of her taking on some sort of task in his mind as he reached to fill his plate with the meat at the center of the table. Although Roxana may have gotten her hopes up for a moment, it was all for naught as Timaeus suggested the only thing he could think of at that moment, “ Have you spoken to Demetria at trying your hand at the pottery she loves so much? Surely, you haven’t done anything like that before.” He said about one of the cousins missing from the table, completely oblivious that this was hardly what Roxana was wanting to hear with the subject broached.
If she were to push the subject though, she would be faced with nothing, but disappointment as there were other factors at play as to why Roxana did not carry the family name like the boys... Something that Timaeus was not keen on speaking of.
But that hardly mattered as the whirlwind of a storm dubbed Silanos whirled into the dining room, disrespecting his brother and launching into a fit of angry words which were all swiftly met with a quick remark by Timaeus.
“ And what do you suggest then? Letting you wander about the capital city freely where you can chase after more trouble?” Timaeus bitterly spat back at his brother once the boy’s tirade was over. His patience was running thin and it was most certainly not going to grow stronger by sitting here listening to Silanos complain about being punished for the crimes he had committed. After all, what did he expect would happen after Sil was caught kissing a married woman and then later making no effort to change. It was almost like he was squandering away the gift of life that Timaeus had given him by being solely focused on filling his belly with wine and keeping his bed warm with another flute girl. Tim was perfectly justified in removing Silanos from Midas and given the boy’s history of fleeing when the walls start closing in, Tim was also not in the wrong from going about it in the way that he did. He didn’t have much of a choice anyway. Not with Sil fully intending to risk both life and limb every chance he got.
But if the boy insisted that death was a better alternative…
Timaeus shook his head at the thought. Other men might think nothing of bringing a very swift end to a very persistent problem; the Baron knew that he could never follow through with such an act. As much of a nuisance as he was, Silanos was his brother and the gaping wound that their other brother’s loss left was not yet healed. He would never be able to live with the guilt of such an action and besides, everything he had done up to this point had been to protect the life that his brother was so eager to throw away. It would have all gone to waste if he took up Sil’s suggestion.
The elder brother stayed silently as he let Sil spew his anger at him, hiding his gritted expression in a glass of wine. It took every fiber of his being to not rise to his brother’s bait, especially as the personal insults came, accusing Timaeus of only caring about his name. Not the family. That had almost been the final straw, but he managed to barely keep his cool, waiting until the boy had finally piped down to give his response to it all.
Loudly, Timaeus slammed the wine goblet down, creating a racket that would bring Silanos to a halt momentarily if he made the poor decision of opening his mouth again. Before the boy could even take that chance though, Timaeus took his turn in letting loose his anger“ OUR good name,” The older brother said in a low tone with an almost glazed look upon his face -- a clear sign that the copious amount of wine he had already downed at the meal was beginning to dull the thoughts within, “Whether you like it or not you ARE a Valaoritis and every stupid little thing you do threatens not only us,” Timaeus’s volume was rising as pointed at both himself and Roxana as he leaned forward in his seat, completely lost to the irony that one of those who sat at the table did not have the same recognition that the boys had on the family tree, “ but everything our family has worked for. Including father and Nico! You are taking everything they’ve done and tossed it into the fire pits; you useless, good-for-nothing, overgrown child!”
So much for Timaeus keeping calm.
His shout echoed throughout the room, further amplifying the sheer anger that came with it. The noise though was lost to Tim, unable to be heard over the roaring pulse in his ears as he continued with a somewhat quieter tone after having unleashed the fury that was bubbling within, “ You have done nothing but bring us all strife and chaos from the moment you have returned. There is not a single duty you have fulfilled in twenty years, no completed tasks to your name. A twelve-year-old farmer’s boy could defeat you if he wanted thanks to your refusal to train. Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house. ” Tim was almost prattling on at this point, listing all the shortcomings of his brother, but never reflecting for a moment that some of the faults he found were, in fact, the Baron’s fault. He had not assigned anything to Sil, expecting him to approach his brother for such duties and the lack of training was more due in part to the disappearance of their uncle, the man who oversaw Tim’s and Nico’s training in the art of swordsmanship. Granted, Sil was still partially at fault, but some of the blame lay at the one tossing the stones.
“ So curse me for removing you from the city so that you may not add more damage to what you have already done. But my actions are fully within my rights as the head. I am entitled to punish you as I see fit and you are to accept it.” Timaeus angrily spat out at him, fully expecting some sort of low-blow retort about not being good enough as their deceased family members and how he had almost become a tyrant at this point, over-exerting what little power he had when he felt the little bits of control he had slip out of his hands.
Silanos further forged ahead on his campaign of disrespect by seating himself at their absent cousin's place and digging into the food before him. The elder brother moved to rise from his seat to take the meal from him, but before he could fully straighten a small noise to the side caught his attention. Turning his head, his expression instantly turned from one of anger to one of shock and shame as he laid eyes on his bastard cousin. He had, until this point, completely forgotten that she had been there to witness the quarrel between the brothers. He fell back into his seat, thoroughly shaken by the fact that he had just exposed the broken cracks in this family unit to her. Timaeus had not wanted her to see what was happening behind closed doors.
But they had said too much.
Timaeus jumped a bit when Roxana slammed her glass onto the table, calling the attention to herself as she had done just a moment ago. He stared at her with a wide-eyed expression, not expecting such a fiery show from the girl. However, once she said her piece, he was not surprised by her terse words. She had been purposely kept in the dark, after all.
Reaching for his now refilled goblet, Timaeus took another big swig of the burning liquid before turning to the girl and saying, “ The short of it? Your brother was found somewhere he didn’t belong and with someone, he shouldn’t have been with.” Casting his head down a bit, shameful of the events that had transpired so far and need to admit something that he hoped that Roxana would never learn, he pointed to Sil and came up with a new humiliating punishment for the boy on the fly; explaining his actions to his sister.
“ If you want the details, you’ll have to ask him. It was his crime. Not mine.”
Roxana’s real intention behind her mentioning of having spare time on her hands went right over the Baron’s head. And why shouldn’t it? Being both male and unmarried, Timaeus was oblivious to went on in the days of his mother and cousins, unless they needed an escort to the markets or something akin to that. For all he knew, having free time was a fairly common thing for the women of the household.
“ Something new?” He said, musing the thought of her taking on some sort of task in his mind as he reached to fill his plate with the meat at the center of the table. Although Roxana may have gotten her hopes up for a moment, it was all for naught as Timaeus suggested the only thing he could think of at that moment, “ Have you spoken to Demetria at trying your hand at the pottery she loves so much? Surely, you haven’t done anything like that before.” He said about one of the cousins missing from the table, completely oblivious that this was hardly what Roxana was wanting to hear with the subject broached.
If she were to push the subject though, she would be faced with nothing, but disappointment as there were other factors at play as to why Roxana did not carry the family name like the boys... Something that Timaeus was not keen on speaking of.
But that hardly mattered as the whirlwind of a storm dubbed Silanos whirled into the dining room, disrespecting his brother and launching into a fit of angry words which were all swiftly met with a quick remark by Timaeus.
“ And what do you suggest then? Letting you wander about the capital city freely where you can chase after more trouble?” Timaeus bitterly spat back at his brother once the boy’s tirade was over. His patience was running thin and it was most certainly not going to grow stronger by sitting here listening to Silanos complain about being punished for the crimes he had committed. After all, what did he expect would happen after Sil was caught kissing a married woman and then later making no effort to change. It was almost like he was squandering away the gift of life that Timaeus had given him by being solely focused on filling his belly with wine and keeping his bed warm with another flute girl. Tim was perfectly justified in removing Silanos from Midas and given the boy’s history of fleeing when the walls start closing in, Tim was also not in the wrong from going about it in the way that he did. He didn’t have much of a choice anyway. Not with Sil fully intending to risk both life and limb every chance he got.
But if the boy insisted that death was a better alternative…
Timaeus shook his head at the thought. Other men might think nothing of bringing a very swift end to a very persistent problem; the Baron knew that he could never follow through with such an act. As much of a nuisance as he was, Silanos was his brother and the gaping wound that their other brother’s loss left was not yet healed. He would never be able to live with the guilt of such an action and besides, everything he had done up to this point had been to protect the life that his brother was so eager to throw away. It would have all gone to waste if he took up Sil’s suggestion.
The elder brother stayed silently as he let Sil spew his anger at him, hiding his gritted expression in a glass of wine. It took every fiber of his being to not rise to his brother’s bait, especially as the personal insults came, accusing Timaeus of only caring about his name. Not the family. That had almost been the final straw, but he managed to barely keep his cool, waiting until the boy had finally piped down to give his response to it all.
Loudly, Timaeus slammed the wine goblet down, creating a racket that would bring Silanos to a halt momentarily if he made the poor decision of opening his mouth again. Before the boy could even take that chance though, Timaeus took his turn in letting loose his anger“ OUR good name,” The older brother said in a low tone with an almost glazed look upon his face -- a clear sign that the copious amount of wine he had already downed at the meal was beginning to dull the thoughts within, “Whether you like it or not you ARE a Valaoritis and every stupid little thing you do threatens not only us,” Timaeus’s volume was rising as pointed at both himself and Roxana as he leaned forward in his seat, completely lost to the irony that one of those who sat at the table did not have the same recognition that the boys had on the family tree, “ but everything our family has worked for. Including father and Nico! You are taking everything they’ve done and tossed it into the fire pits; you useless, good-for-nothing, overgrown child!”
So much for Timaeus keeping calm.
His shout echoed throughout the room, further amplifying the sheer anger that came with it. The noise though was lost to Tim, unable to be heard over the roaring pulse in his ears as he continued with a somewhat quieter tone after having unleashed the fury that was bubbling within, “ You have done nothing but bring us all strife and chaos from the moment you have returned. There is not a single duty you have fulfilled in twenty years, no completed tasks to your name. A twelve-year-old farmer’s boy could defeat you if he wanted thanks to your refusal to train. Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house. ” Tim was almost prattling on at this point, listing all the shortcomings of his brother, but never reflecting for a moment that some of the faults he found were, in fact, the Baron’s fault. He had not assigned anything to Sil, expecting him to approach his brother for such duties and the lack of training was more due in part to the disappearance of their uncle, the man who oversaw Tim’s and Nico’s training in the art of swordsmanship. Granted, Sil was still partially at fault, but some of the blame lay at the one tossing the stones.
“ So curse me for removing you from the city so that you may not add more damage to what you have already done. But my actions are fully within my rights as the head. I am entitled to punish you as I see fit and you are to accept it.” Timaeus angrily spat out at him, fully expecting some sort of low-blow retort about not being good enough as their deceased family members and how he had almost become a tyrant at this point, over-exerting what little power he had when he felt the little bits of control he had slip out of his hands.
Silanos further forged ahead on his campaign of disrespect by seating himself at their absent cousin's place and digging into the food before him. The elder brother moved to rise from his seat to take the meal from him, but before he could fully straighten a small noise to the side caught his attention. Turning his head, his expression instantly turned from one of anger to one of shock and shame as he laid eyes on his bastard cousin. He had, until this point, completely forgotten that she had been there to witness the quarrel between the brothers. He fell back into his seat, thoroughly shaken by the fact that he had just exposed the broken cracks in this family unit to her. Timaeus had not wanted her to see what was happening behind closed doors.
But they had said too much.
Timaeus jumped a bit when Roxana slammed her glass onto the table, calling the attention to herself as she had done just a moment ago. He stared at her with a wide-eyed expression, not expecting such a fiery show from the girl. However, once she said her piece, he was not surprised by her terse words. She had been purposely kept in the dark, after all.
Reaching for his now refilled goblet, Timaeus took another big swig of the burning liquid before turning to the girl and saying, “ The short of it? Your brother was found somewhere he didn’t belong and with someone, he shouldn’t have been with.” Casting his head down a bit, shameful of the events that had transpired so far and need to admit something that he hoped that Roxana would never learn, he pointed to Sil and came up with a new humiliating punishment for the boy on the fly; explaining his actions to his sister.
“ If you want the details, you’ll have to ask him. It was his crime. Not mine.”
Sil stood, but he wasn’t still as he spoke to his brother. He was perpetual motion, a finger tapping on the table, a fist that flexed and unflexed. Switching his weight from one foor to the other. Even when he sat down, Sil’s knee bounced under the table. A fizzing, roiling mess of energy that had no outlet, no outlet other than venting his discontent at his sibling. And he looked expectantly at Timaeus when he finished, because he knew his brother well and despite his claim as Baron of the Gorge,Lord of rock, he was not stone.
Timaeus didn’t disappoint.
The bang of the wine goblet echoed loudly, the slosh of crimson across white linen suitably dramatic. Sil rolled his eyes, but sat back and folded his arms. Come on then, brother. Spit it out. The younger Valaoritis lord kept an infuriating grin upon his face, as Tim began, it only flickering briefly when the ghosts of their father and brother were brought to bear. Here, Silanos jerked his head, as if to shake the mention of them from his mind, his jaw working as the heat of Tim’s anger washed over him.
Useless? Well that was nothing new. Sil and his brother did not exactly share strengths, and nor had the younger shown any inclination towards wanting to take on any responsibility. He had run as far away as he could the moment he could, and he knew it had damaged his relationship with his family. Still, the level of vitriol spat at him took him back a little, and Silanos laughed, a disbelieving sort of laugh that did not herald humour.
Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house.
That stung a little, enough even to break through the unnatural euphoria that his little detour had gifted him and Sil snorted, shook his head. “Of course. Mighty Timaeus, Baron, Head of House. Of course I should just bow down and accept what you say, even when you’ve no fucking idea what you’re doing to me.”
There was no escape in Eubocris. It was a house full of ghosts, and the slowly fading spirit of his mother who seemed less herself everyday. He couldn’t breathe there, and there was fat chance of finding the things he used to keep things manageable. It would be like it had been before he went away. Relentless nightmares and no relief. He’d rather be in the fucking Fylaki than trapped there.
He thought Tim was going to lunge at him when he went to stand, and half pushed back in his seat, all of his muscles tense and ready to move. But just as his brother seemed to recollect the witness to their little stand off, so did Sil, and Roxana found two sets of blue eyes resting on her. Silanos didn’t look apologetic. She was part of this family, and there was no point pretending it wasn't the mess that it was. And as Tim was so keen to point out how his actions had damned the whole family, well then Roxana probably ought to know about it.
That didn’t mean that he appreciated Timaeus shoving the story on him to tell and Sil shot him a look before he turned back to his sister. Cousin. Whatever they were calling eachother nowadays. “I might have made a bad call”. He stated flatly, folding his arms across his chest. “I’d had a drink and got chatting to this woman, and then I walked her home and gave her a kiss.”
It sounded fairly harmless, when he removed the people and places, but Silanos knew he needed to just spit it out. “One Princess Evras of Kotas later, and everything went to shit”
The younger lord busied himself rearranging the silver cutlery that was laid out before him, setting and resetting it. His memories got kind of fuzzy after that point in the story, but he knew that even without the elixir in his blood stream his heart would be thumping a tattoo in his chest as he made himself recount what he knew . “Zanon saw, and he would have run me through if someone" he shot a pointed look at Tim "..hadn’t convinced him it was a slave boy he saw kissing his wife. A slave boy who bled out in the street when the prince murdered him.”
And much as he wished he could just carry on with the story, Sil’s throat felt thick and he fell quiet, knuckles white where he gripped the soup spoon that he’d waved around so nonchalantly only moments before. He was breathing in and out through his nose, nostrils flaring with each exhale, but after a moment, he finished up. “Anyway. Vangelis knows it was me. Knows that Tim lied. So we’re fucked basically”
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Sil stood, but he wasn’t still as he spoke to his brother. He was perpetual motion, a finger tapping on the table, a fist that flexed and unflexed. Switching his weight from one foor to the other. Even when he sat down, Sil’s knee bounced under the table. A fizzing, roiling mess of energy that had no outlet, no outlet other than venting his discontent at his sibling. And he looked expectantly at Timaeus when he finished, because he knew his brother well and despite his claim as Baron of the Gorge,Lord of rock, he was not stone.
Timaeus didn’t disappoint.
The bang of the wine goblet echoed loudly, the slosh of crimson across white linen suitably dramatic. Sil rolled his eyes, but sat back and folded his arms. Come on then, brother. Spit it out. The younger Valaoritis lord kept an infuriating grin upon his face, as Tim began, it only flickering briefly when the ghosts of their father and brother were brought to bear. Here, Silanos jerked his head, as if to shake the mention of them from his mind, his jaw working as the heat of Tim’s anger washed over him.
Useless? Well that was nothing new. Sil and his brother did not exactly share strengths, and nor had the younger shown any inclination towards wanting to take on any responsibility. He had run as far away as he could the moment he could, and he knew it had damaged his relationship with his family. Still, the level of vitriol spat at him took him back a little, and Silanos laughed, a disbelieving sort of laugh that did not herald humour.
Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house.
That stung a little, enough even to break through the unnatural euphoria that his little detour had gifted him and Sil snorted, shook his head. “Of course. Mighty Timaeus, Baron, Head of House. Of course I should just bow down and accept what you say, even when you’ve no fucking idea what you’re doing to me.”
There was no escape in Eubocris. It was a house full of ghosts, and the slowly fading spirit of his mother who seemed less herself everyday. He couldn’t breathe there, and there was fat chance of finding the things he used to keep things manageable. It would be like it had been before he went away. Relentless nightmares and no relief. He’d rather be in the fucking Fylaki than trapped there.
He thought Tim was going to lunge at him when he went to stand, and half pushed back in his seat, all of his muscles tense and ready to move. But just as his brother seemed to recollect the witness to their little stand off, so did Sil, and Roxana found two sets of blue eyes resting on her. Silanos didn’t look apologetic. She was part of this family, and there was no point pretending it wasn't the mess that it was. And as Tim was so keen to point out how his actions had damned the whole family, well then Roxana probably ought to know about it.
That didn’t mean that he appreciated Timaeus shoving the story on him to tell and Sil shot him a look before he turned back to his sister. Cousin. Whatever they were calling eachother nowadays. “I might have made a bad call”. He stated flatly, folding his arms across his chest. “I’d had a drink and got chatting to this woman, and then I walked her home and gave her a kiss.”
It sounded fairly harmless, when he removed the people and places, but Silanos knew he needed to just spit it out. “One Princess Evras of Kotas later, and everything went to shit”
The younger lord busied himself rearranging the silver cutlery that was laid out before him, setting and resetting it. His memories got kind of fuzzy after that point in the story, but he knew that even without the elixir in his blood stream his heart would be thumping a tattoo in his chest as he made himself recount what he knew . “Zanon saw, and he would have run me through if someone" he shot a pointed look at Tim "..hadn’t convinced him it was a slave boy he saw kissing his wife. A slave boy who bled out in the street when the prince murdered him.”
And much as he wished he could just carry on with the story, Sil’s throat felt thick and he fell quiet, knuckles white where he gripped the soup spoon that he’d waved around so nonchalantly only moments before. He was breathing in and out through his nose, nostrils flaring with each exhale, but after a moment, he finished up. “Anyway. Vangelis knows it was me. Knows that Tim lied. So we’re fucked basically”
Sil stood, but he wasn’t still as he spoke to his brother. He was perpetual motion, a finger tapping on the table, a fist that flexed and unflexed. Switching his weight from one foor to the other. Even when he sat down, Sil’s knee bounced under the table. A fizzing, roiling mess of energy that had no outlet, no outlet other than venting his discontent at his sibling. And he looked expectantly at Timaeus when he finished, because he knew his brother well and despite his claim as Baron of the Gorge,Lord of rock, he was not stone.
Timaeus didn’t disappoint.
The bang of the wine goblet echoed loudly, the slosh of crimson across white linen suitably dramatic. Sil rolled his eyes, but sat back and folded his arms. Come on then, brother. Spit it out. The younger Valaoritis lord kept an infuriating grin upon his face, as Tim began, it only flickering briefly when the ghosts of their father and brother were brought to bear. Here, Silanos jerked his head, as if to shake the mention of them from his mind, his jaw working as the heat of Tim’s anger washed over him.
Useless? Well that was nothing new. Sil and his brother did not exactly share strengths, and nor had the younger shown any inclination towards wanting to take on any responsibility. He had run as far away as he could the moment he could, and he knew it had damaged his relationship with his family. Still, the level of vitriol spat at him took him back a little, and Silanos laughed, a disbelieving sort of laugh that did not herald humour.
Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house.
That stung a little, enough even to break through the unnatural euphoria that his little detour had gifted him and Sil snorted, shook his head. “Of course. Mighty Timaeus, Baron, Head of House. Of course I should just bow down and accept what you say, even when you’ve no fucking idea what you’re doing to me.”
There was no escape in Eubocris. It was a house full of ghosts, and the slowly fading spirit of his mother who seemed less herself everyday. He couldn’t breathe there, and there was fat chance of finding the things he used to keep things manageable. It would be like it had been before he went away. Relentless nightmares and no relief. He’d rather be in the fucking Fylaki than trapped there.
He thought Tim was going to lunge at him when he went to stand, and half pushed back in his seat, all of his muscles tense and ready to move. But just as his brother seemed to recollect the witness to their little stand off, so did Sil, and Roxana found two sets of blue eyes resting on her. Silanos didn’t look apologetic. She was part of this family, and there was no point pretending it wasn't the mess that it was. And as Tim was so keen to point out how his actions had damned the whole family, well then Roxana probably ought to know about it.
That didn’t mean that he appreciated Timaeus shoving the story on him to tell and Sil shot him a look before he turned back to his sister. Cousin. Whatever they were calling eachother nowadays. “I might have made a bad call”. He stated flatly, folding his arms across his chest. “I’d had a drink and got chatting to this woman, and then I walked her home and gave her a kiss.”
It sounded fairly harmless, when he removed the people and places, but Silanos knew he needed to just spit it out. “One Princess Evras of Kotas later, and everything went to shit”
The younger lord busied himself rearranging the silver cutlery that was laid out before him, setting and resetting it. His memories got kind of fuzzy after that point in the story, but he knew that even without the elixir in his blood stream his heart would be thumping a tattoo in his chest as he made himself recount what he knew . “Zanon saw, and he would have run me through if someone" he shot a pointed look at Tim "..hadn’t convinced him it was a slave boy he saw kissing his wife. A slave boy who bled out in the street when the prince murdered him.”
And much as he wished he could just carry on with the story, Sil’s throat felt thick and he fell quiet, knuckles white where he gripped the soup spoon that he’d waved around so nonchalantly only moments before. He was breathing in and out through his nose, nostrils flaring with each exhale, but after a moment, he finished up. “Anyway. Vangelis knows it was me. Knows that Tim lied. So we’re fucked basically”
Roxana had to bite her tongue. Pottery? That was the first thing that came to his mind, that she take up some useless hobby in order to fill her pointless days? Still, she reminded herself that she had to be mature and level headed if she was ever going to convince him to allow her a hand in how the family was run. None of it mattered, Silanos would steal her thunder tonight.
it was as if thick cloud descended on her home and plans and she couldn’t see the path anymore. Tim and Sil began to bicker with one another and they may as well be speaking in tongues. She was so far in the dark to what had happened that their conversation seemed almost mumbled and slurred, she could hardly retain any of it. What she did capture was that Sil had done something bad, maybe even a crime. A crime in which Silanos seemed to be blowing off as nothing and Timeaus was taking quite seriously. Knowing the two of their natures, that could lie anywhere in between insulting some noble at a party to murdering a royal family member.
“OUR good name.”
The look on her cousin’s face made her think it was closer to the latter at this point though. Though, it was not lost on her that her “good name” was not included even if Tim pointed at her when saying it.
“Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house.” Roxana stared at him, agape, “Tim, surely, you can’t mean that!” She objected, wanting the fight to end more than wanting to take sides. She went ignored.
"Of course. Mighty Timaeus, Baron, Head of House. Of course I should just bow down and accept what you say, even when you’ve no fucking idea what you’re doing to me."
She now turned to Sil, “Sil, that isn’t helping.” She objected again. When Tim stood, Roxana followed suit, unsure of what would happen next but knowing she must be on her toes for it.
For the first time since Silanos came in, she saw water slosh over the fire in Tim’s head and her heart beat just a little slower, though she could feel it pounding still.
“The short of it? Your brother was found somewhere he didn’t belong and with someone, he shouldn’t have been with.”
Her brow furrowed, “What’s the long of it?” If they were going to have this conversation here and now, they were not going to treat her like a child who should be sheltered from family troubles. But, Tim pointed at Silanos for answers and she turned to him.
"I might have made a bad call I’d had a drink and got chatting to this woman, and then I walked her home and gave her a kiss."
Roxana wasn’t stupid, there was more to his downplayed story. She was about to ask when he just blurted it out. Princess Evras of Kotas. Her mouth dropped open and she slowly sank back into her seat, hand over mouth. How was he still alive? The dead slave who took the blame for Silanos was yet another blow to her. Obviously it was the right call but it was nonetheless a blow.
"Anyway. Vangelis knows it was me. Knows that Tim lied. So we’re fucked basically."
Roxana turned sharply back to Tim, “He knows?” She had so many questions. How could they possibly keep him silent, “So what happens now?” That was stupid, especially if she wanted a fair part in decision around here. She needed to add to the solution, not the frustration, “We could speak with him, right? Bring him here. Implore with him to keep quiet.” She too a breath, “Or bribe him.”
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Roxana had to bite her tongue. Pottery? That was the first thing that came to his mind, that she take up some useless hobby in order to fill her pointless days? Still, she reminded herself that she had to be mature and level headed if she was ever going to convince him to allow her a hand in how the family was run. None of it mattered, Silanos would steal her thunder tonight.
it was as if thick cloud descended on her home and plans and she couldn’t see the path anymore. Tim and Sil began to bicker with one another and they may as well be speaking in tongues. She was so far in the dark to what had happened that their conversation seemed almost mumbled and slurred, she could hardly retain any of it. What she did capture was that Sil had done something bad, maybe even a crime. A crime in which Silanos seemed to be blowing off as nothing and Timeaus was taking quite seriously. Knowing the two of their natures, that could lie anywhere in between insulting some noble at a party to murdering a royal family member.
“OUR good name.”
The look on her cousin’s face made her think it was closer to the latter at this point though. Though, it was not lost on her that her “good name” was not included even if Tim pointed at her when saying it.
“Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house.” Roxana stared at him, agape, “Tim, surely, you can’t mean that!” She objected, wanting the fight to end more than wanting to take sides. She went ignored.
"Of course. Mighty Timaeus, Baron, Head of House. Of course I should just bow down and accept what you say, even when you’ve no fucking idea what you’re doing to me."
She now turned to Sil, “Sil, that isn’t helping.” She objected again. When Tim stood, Roxana followed suit, unsure of what would happen next but knowing she must be on her toes for it.
For the first time since Silanos came in, she saw water slosh over the fire in Tim’s head and her heart beat just a little slower, though she could feel it pounding still.
“The short of it? Your brother was found somewhere he didn’t belong and with someone, he shouldn’t have been with.”
Her brow furrowed, “What’s the long of it?” If they were going to have this conversation here and now, they were not going to treat her like a child who should be sheltered from family troubles. But, Tim pointed at Silanos for answers and she turned to him.
"I might have made a bad call I’d had a drink and got chatting to this woman, and then I walked her home and gave her a kiss."
Roxana wasn’t stupid, there was more to his downplayed story. She was about to ask when he just blurted it out. Princess Evras of Kotas. Her mouth dropped open and she slowly sank back into her seat, hand over mouth. How was he still alive? The dead slave who took the blame for Silanos was yet another blow to her. Obviously it was the right call but it was nonetheless a blow.
"Anyway. Vangelis knows it was me. Knows that Tim lied. So we’re fucked basically."
Roxana turned sharply back to Tim, “He knows?” She had so many questions. How could they possibly keep him silent, “So what happens now?” That was stupid, especially if she wanted a fair part in decision around here. She needed to add to the solution, not the frustration, “We could speak with him, right? Bring him here. Implore with him to keep quiet.” She too a breath, “Or bribe him.”
Roxana had to bite her tongue. Pottery? That was the first thing that came to his mind, that she take up some useless hobby in order to fill her pointless days? Still, she reminded herself that she had to be mature and level headed if she was ever going to convince him to allow her a hand in how the family was run. None of it mattered, Silanos would steal her thunder tonight.
it was as if thick cloud descended on her home and plans and she couldn’t see the path anymore. Tim and Sil began to bicker with one another and they may as well be speaking in tongues. She was so far in the dark to what had happened that their conversation seemed almost mumbled and slurred, she could hardly retain any of it. What she did capture was that Sil had done something bad, maybe even a crime. A crime in which Silanos seemed to be blowing off as nothing and Timeaus was taking quite seriously. Knowing the two of their natures, that could lie anywhere in between insulting some noble at a party to murdering a royal family member.
“OUR good name.”
The look on her cousin’s face made her think it was closer to the latter at this point though. Though, it was not lost on her that her “good name” was not included even if Tim pointed at her when saying it.
“Your very existence at this point is an embarrassment to our house.” Roxana stared at him, agape, “Tim, surely, you can’t mean that!” She objected, wanting the fight to end more than wanting to take sides. She went ignored.
"Of course. Mighty Timaeus, Baron, Head of House. Of course I should just bow down and accept what you say, even when you’ve no fucking idea what you’re doing to me."
She now turned to Sil, “Sil, that isn’t helping.” She objected again. When Tim stood, Roxana followed suit, unsure of what would happen next but knowing she must be on her toes for it.
For the first time since Silanos came in, she saw water slosh over the fire in Tim’s head and her heart beat just a little slower, though she could feel it pounding still.
“The short of it? Your brother was found somewhere he didn’t belong and with someone, he shouldn’t have been with.”
Her brow furrowed, “What’s the long of it?” If they were going to have this conversation here and now, they were not going to treat her like a child who should be sheltered from family troubles. But, Tim pointed at Silanos for answers and she turned to him.
"I might have made a bad call I’d had a drink and got chatting to this woman, and then I walked her home and gave her a kiss."
Roxana wasn’t stupid, there was more to his downplayed story. She was about to ask when he just blurted it out. Princess Evras of Kotas. Her mouth dropped open and she slowly sank back into her seat, hand over mouth. How was he still alive? The dead slave who took the blame for Silanos was yet another blow to her. Obviously it was the right call but it was nonetheless a blow.
"Anyway. Vangelis knows it was me. Knows that Tim lied. So we’re fucked basically."
Roxana turned sharply back to Tim, “He knows?” She had so many questions. How could they possibly keep him silent, “So what happens now?” That was stupid, especially if she wanted a fair part in decision around here. She needed to add to the solution, not the frustration, “We could speak with him, right? Bring him here. Implore with him to keep quiet.” She too a breath, “Or bribe him.”
The Baron of the Gorge could barely suppress an eye-roll when his brother tried to insist that Timaeus was wrong when it came to what was best for the boy. Truthfully, Silanos was appealing to emotions that Tim did not have for him. Not after the sheer amount of disrespect that the youngest Valaoritis had shown over the past few weeks to the man who had put their family’s standing at stake to protect Sil.
But sure, Timaeus should definitely think of the children before he locked the alcoholic, drugged-out ones away from the public eye to detox. After all, it was the Baron who had to learn the lessons here, wasn’t it? Not the boy who had fled from his house arrest.
For the most part, he remained silent while Sil recounted his crimes to the cousin who was in the dark. That was until Timaeus couldn’t help, but let a little bout of laughter escape him when Roxana put forth her suggestions as to what the family could do in response to the threat of Vang hanging over all their heads. “ No.” He said simply, putting to rest any reasonable ideas that would never work on such an unreasonable man. “ Vangelis of Kotas is a man who would never accept a bribe or turn a blind eye to this sort of slight on his family. His honor runs too deep for that to ever happen.” Timaeus reached for his goblet at the end of his statement. As if the wine could dull the heavy reality hanging in the air as all three of them absorbed just how hopeless the situation was. Timaeus knew that there was no way to steer Vang off of whatever course he was going to take in regards to this. The stone prince was coming for them and there was not a damn thing any of them could do about it.
This was not a position that Tim wanted to be in. He was a soldier, duty-bound to the crown he served. Their family had stood loyally at the Kotas’s side for four generations. Seven Hades, Timaeus himself had a history with Vang after he had been one of only three men to heed the Prince’s call to protect Lynceaea all those years ago. Now all of that was gone. Seemingly thrown out the window by the actions of careless boy who had spent two years out of the country. If Silanos wasn’t his kin, Timaeus might have sent him back from where he had come from and be done with the whole mess. But at the end of the day, they were family. Timaeus was just as honor-bound to protect his brother as Vangelis was to protect his own.
However, the boy’s antics were beginning to draw Tim’s patience thin. There was, after all, only so far a man could be pushed before he had to admit when a lost cause was staring him directly in the face. That much he tried to make clear with his next words, accompanied by a cold glare towards the boy who was now at the epicenter of their family’s strife, “ Roxana, there is nothing that we can do. Nothing, at least, that will not end with more strife for our family. We cannot run. We cannot confess any crimes. We cannot deter him from his path.”
He trailed off at the end, leaning back in his chair, as the weight of his words began to truly sink in. There was truly nothing that could be done. Timaeus wasn’t even being melodramatic about the whole situation either. The cards were already on the table and Tim knew the Prince far too well to expect any sort of mercy for this, let alone the other crimes Sil had committed that he was not privy to just yet…
“ Until Vangelis returns from Taengea, we can do nothing, but hope the debt he wishes to collect is one that can be paid in coin.” The baron said quietly, hoping to reassure his cousin somewhat. Though his next statement offered no more comfort than the first, “ If not. Silanos and I are just merely two sheep being prepared for the slaughter.” The sneer present on his face was unmistakable. It was ridiculous that they were all in this mess, to begin with. Or better yet, that Silanos was careless enough to do such a thing and not stop to think of the consequences of his actions. Perhaps that was too hard for him though, given how brazenly he had disrespected the rules that Timaeus had put into place and was even present for this meal to begin with.
If it hadn’t been for him… He quietly thought as his grip tightened on his goblet and his angry gaze drifted over to the source of all of their problems. Timaeus was honestly quite tired of this little rebellious act that Silanos was seemingly intent on playing. It was long past time for things to change and in that very moment Timaeus resolved that he would do what both his parents and older brother failed to do before him; he would instill discipline in the boy. Silanos had made a mistake in coming back to Midas. One that Timaeus was sure he would never let the boy forget.
But that would come later. Loosening his grip on the goblet, he decided that a far more simpler punishment would be in order at the moment.
Humiliation.
“ So, Silanos. What do you have to say for yourself?” He said coldly, addressing the boy no differently than their father had when they were younger children and had been caught somewhere they shouldn’t be. His tone was infantilizing and demeanor uncaring. Timaeus was, to put it kindly, over it. “ Since you insisted on being present tonight, you can defend your actions. Explain to us why you were so careless to set this prince upon us and then laugh in the face of the rules that were designed to prevent you from ruining anything else with your GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS.” Tim was screaming at the end of his tirade, so thoroughly done with his brother and already heavily under the influence of the multiple goblets of wine. Sil had better pray that diplomacy was a secret skill he had never known before this day as that would be the only way to bring Timaeus back down.
He was done. He was over it. This would be the last day that Silanos would enjoy the carefree life he had enjoyed so far in life.
Timaeus was sure of it.
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The Baron of the Gorge could barely suppress an eye-roll when his brother tried to insist that Timaeus was wrong when it came to what was best for the boy. Truthfully, Silanos was appealing to emotions that Tim did not have for him. Not after the sheer amount of disrespect that the youngest Valaoritis had shown over the past few weeks to the man who had put their family’s standing at stake to protect Sil.
But sure, Timaeus should definitely think of the children before he locked the alcoholic, drugged-out ones away from the public eye to detox. After all, it was the Baron who had to learn the lessons here, wasn’t it? Not the boy who had fled from his house arrest.
For the most part, he remained silent while Sil recounted his crimes to the cousin who was in the dark. That was until Timaeus couldn’t help, but let a little bout of laughter escape him when Roxana put forth her suggestions as to what the family could do in response to the threat of Vang hanging over all their heads. “ No.” He said simply, putting to rest any reasonable ideas that would never work on such an unreasonable man. “ Vangelis of Kotas is a man who would never accept a bribe or turn a blind eye to this sort of slight on his family. His honor runs too deep for that to ever happen.” Timaeus reached for his goblet at the end of his statement. As if the wine could dull the heavy reality hanging in the air as all three of them absorbed just how hopeless the situation was. Timaeus knew that there was no way to steer Vang off of whatever course he was going to take in regards to this. The stone prince was coming for them and there was not a damn thing any of them could do about it.
This was not a position that Tim wanted to be in. He was a soldier, duty-bound to the crown he served. Their family had stood loyally at the Kotas’s side for four generations. Seven Hades, Timaeus himself had a history with Vang after he had been one of only three men to heed the Prince’s call to protect Lynceaea all those years ago. Now all of that was gone. Seemingly thrown out the window by the actions of careless boy who had spent two years out of the country. If Silanos wasn’t his kin, Timaeus might have sent him back from where he had come from and be done with the whole mess. But at the end of the day, they were family. Timaeus was just as honor-bound to protect his brother as Vangelis was to protect his own.
However, the boy’s antics were beginning to draw Tim’s patience thin. There was, after all, only so far a man could be pushed before he had to admit when a lost cause was staring him directly in the face. That much he tried to make clear with his next words, accompanied by a cold glare towards the boy who was now at the epicenter of their family’s strife, “ Roxana, there is nothing that we can do. Nothing, at least, that will not end with more strife for our family. We cannot run. We cannot confess any crimes. We cannot deter him from his path.”
He trailed off at the end, leaning back in his chair, as the weight of his words began to truly sink in. There was truly nothing that could be done. Timaeus wasn’t even being melodramatic about the whole situation either. The cards were already on the table and Tim knew the Prince far too well to expect any sort of mercy for this, let alone the other crimes Sil had committed that he was not privy to just yet…
“ Until Vangelis returns from Taengea, we can do nothing, but hope the debt he wishes to collect is one that can be paid in coin.” The baron said quietly, hoping to reassure his cousin somewhat. Though his next statement offered no more comfort than the first, “ If not. Silanos and I are just merely two sheep being prepared for the slaughter.” The sneer present on his face was unmistakable. It was ridiculous that they were all in this mess, to begin with. Or better yet, that Silanos was careless enough to do such a thing and not stop to think of the consequences of his actions. Perhaps that was too hard for him though, given how brazenly he had disrespected the rules that Timaeus had put into place and was even present for this meal to begin with.
If it hadn’t been for him… He quietly thought as his grip tightened on his goblet and his angry gaze drifted over to the source of all of their problems. Timaeus was honestly quite tired of this little rebellious act that Silanos was seemingly intent on playing. It was long past time for things to change and in that very moment Timaeus resolved that he would do what both his parents and older brother failed to do before him; he would instill discipline in the boy. Silanos had made a mistake in coming back to Midas. One that Timaeus was sure he would never let the boy forget.
But that would come later. Loosening his grip on the goblet, he decided that a far more simpler punishment would be in order at the moment.
Humiliation.
“ So, Silanos. What do you have to say for yourself?” He said coldly, addressing the boy no differently than their father had when they were younger children and had been caught somewhere they shouldn’t be. His tone was infantilizing and demeanor uncaring. Timaeus was, to put it kindly, over it. “ Since you insisted on being present tonight, you can defend your actions. Explain to us why you were so careless to set this prince upon us and then laugh in the face of the rules that were designed to prevent you from ruining anything else with your GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS.” Tim was screaming at the end of his tirade, so thoroughly done with his brother and already heavily under the influence of the multiple goblets of wine. Sil had better pray that diplomacy was a secret skill he had never known before this day as that would be the only way to bring Timaeus back down.
He was done. He was over it. This would be the last day that Silanos would enjoy the carefree life he had enjoyed so far in life.
Timaeus was sure of it.
The Baron of the Gorge could barely suppress an eye-roll when his brother tried to insist that Timaeus was wrong when it came to what was best for the boy. Truthfully, Silanos was appealing to emotions that Tim did not have for him. Not after the sheer amount of disrespect that the youngest Valaoritis had shown over the past few weeks to the man who had put their family’s standing at stake to protect Sil.
But sure, Timaeus should definitely think of the children before he locked the alcoholic, drugged-out ones away from the public eye to detox. After all, it was the Baron who had to learn the lessons here, wasn’t it? Not the boy who had fled from his house arrest.
For the most part, he remained silent while Sil recounted his crimes to the cousin who was in the dark. That was until Timaeus couldn’t help, but let a little bout of laughter escape him when Roxana put forth her suggestions as to what the family could do in response to the threat of Vang hanging over all their heads. “ No.” He said simply, putting to rest any reasonable ideas that would never work on such an unreasonable man. “ Vangelis of Kotas is a man who would never accept a bribe or turn a blind eye to this sort of slight on his family. His honor runs too deep for that to ever happen.” Timaeus reached for his goblet at the end of his statement. As if the wine could dull the heavy reality hanging in the air as all three of them absorbed just how hopeless the situation was. Timaeus knew that there was no way to steer Vang off of whatever course he was going to take in regards to this. The stone prince was coming for them and there was not a damn thing any of them could do about it.
This was not a position that Tim wanted to be in. He was a soldier, duty-bound to the crown he served. Their family had stood loyally at the Kotas’s side for four generations. Seven Hades, Timaeus himself had a history with Vang after he had been one of only three men to heed the Prince’s call to protect Lynceaea all those years ago. Now all of that was gone. Seemingly thrown out the window by the actions of careless boy who had spent two years out of the country. If Silanos wasn’t his kin, Timaeus might have sent him back from where he had come from and be done with the whole mess. But at the end of the day, they were family. Timaeus was just as honor-bound to protect his brother as Vangelis was to protect his own.
However, the boy’s antics were beginning to draw Tim’s patience thin. There was, after all, only so far a man could be pushed before he had to admit when a lost cause was staring him directly in the face. That much he tried to make clear with his next words, accompanied by a cold glare towards the boy who was now at the epicenter of their family’s strife, “ Roxana, there is nothing that we can do. Nothing, at least, that will not end with more strife for our family. We cannot run. We cannot confess any crimes. We cannot deter him from his path.”
He trailed off at the end, leaning back in his chair, as the weight of his words began to truly sink in. There was truly nothing that could be done. Timaeus wasn’t even being melodramatic about the whole situation either. The cards were already on the table and Tim knew the Prince far too well to expect any sort of mercy for this, let alone the other crimes Sil had committed that he was not privy to just yet…
“ Until Vangelis returns from Taengea, we can do nothing, but hope the debt he wishes to collect is one that can be paid in coin.” The baron said quietly, hoping to reassure his cousin somewhat. Though his next statement offered no more comfort than the first, “ If not. Silanos and I are just merely two sheep being prepared for the slaughter.” The sneer present on his face was unmistakable. It was ridiculous that they were all in this mess, to begin with. Or better yet, that Silanos was careless enough to do such a thing and not stop to think of the consequences of his actions. Perhaps that was too hard for him though, given how brazenly he had disrespected the rules that Timaeus had put into place and was even present for this meal to begin with.
If it hadn’t been for him… He quietly thought as his grip tightened on his goblet and his angry gaze drifted over to the source of all of their problems. Timaeus was honestly quite tired of this little rebellious act that Silanos was seemingly intent on playing. It was long past time for things to change and in that very moment Timaeus resolved that he would do what both his parents and older brother failed to do before him; he would instill discipline in the boy. Silanos had made a mistake in coming back to Midas. One that Timaeus was sure he would never let the boy forget.
But that would come later. Loosening his grip on the goblet, he decided that a far more simpler punishment would be in order at the moment.
Humiliation.
“ So, Silanos. What do you have to say for yourself?” He said coldly, addressing the boy no differently than their father had when they were younger children and had been caught somewhere they shouldn’t be. His tone was infantilizing and demeanor uncaring. Timaeus was, to put it kindly, over it. “ Since you insisted on being present tonight, you can defend your actions. Explain to us why you were so careless to set this prince upon us and then laugh in the face of the rules that were designed to prevent you from ruining anything else with your GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS.” Tim was screaming at the end of his tirade, so thoroughly done with his brother and already heavily under the influence of the multiple goblets of wine. Sil had better pray that diplomacy was a secret skill he had never known before this day as that would be the only way to bring Timaeus back down.
He was done. He was over it. This would be the last day that Silanos would enjoy the carefree life he had enjoyed so far in life.
Timaeus was sure of it.
Silanos managed to feel a flicker of sympathy for his cousin, caught in the middle of a storm that had been brewing between he and Timaeus and was now rumbling into life. But he could not turn too much of his attention toward her plight, not when it was his own that he was most concerned with. He let out a snort at the suggestion that they might be able to bribe Prince Vangelis, and then bit it off because Tim had laughed too and he didnt want to have anything in common with his brother at that moment.
Fidgeting in his seat, the younger Valaoritis Lord took up an irritating drumming of his fingers on the table top, a relentless tap tap that served as an outlet for some of the restless energy that his en route purchase had gifted him. It had chased away the tiredeness well enough, but left him edgy and sharp, like someone was running a file over his nerves.
He narrowed his gaze at Timaeus’ glare, not in the least bit cowed by the man he still thought of just as his big brother. It hadn’t really sunk in, the new role that Tim claimed as his own, and had been doing for the past two years whilst Sil had been abroad. It would take some adjustment to accept the older’s authority, when for all his years Silanos had been used to the two of them fighting it out if something became a point of contention. The idea that he was now supposed to roll over everytime Tim barked at him was entirely alien.
Hence the exaggerated roll of his eyes when his brother addressed him like he was an errant child, throwing out some bullshit about explaining himself. He worried at his cheek with his teeth, glancing at Roxana and then back at Timaeus as he got progressively louder and louder.
He didn’t know why he’d done it. Other than Princess Evras had seemed kind of sad, and he’d wanted to make her smile. Which, when you added the skinful of wine he’d had was reason enough. It was just in the harsh light of day it seemed a little feeble an excuse. Silanos cast his gaze up to the ceiling, stared very hard at the carved stonework, fingers still twitching their own litte rhythm as he waited for his brother to be quite finished.
“I already said I’m sorry” he ground out through a set jaw. “But I can’t go back and fucking change it and leaving me in Eubocris is not going to do that either! I can’t stay there, Tim. I can’t”
It wasn’t going to happen. Sil would rather take his chances with his brother’s fury. At least he could still get a hold of the thing he needed here. Timaeus was just going to have to deal with it. Turning to his cousin, he tried to enlist her support. “Besides, I haven’t caught up with Roxana properly, and she’d be better with an escort in the city, wouldnt you, Rox?”
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Silanos managed to feel a flicker of sympathy for his cousin, caught in the middle of a storm that had been brewing between he and Timaeus and was now rumbling into life. But he could not turn too much of his attention toward her plight, not when it was his own that he was most concerned with. He let out a snort at the suggestion that they might be able to bribe Prince Vangelis, and then bit it off because Tim had laughed too and he didnt want to have anything in common with his brother at that moment.
Fidgeting in his seat, the younger Valaoritis Lord took up an irritating drumming of his fingers on the table top, a relentless tap tap that served as an outlet for some of the restless energy that his en route purchase had gifted him. It had chased away the tiredeness well enough, but left him edgy and sharp, like someone was running a file over his nerves.
He narrowed his gaze at Timaeus’ glare, not in the least bit cowed by the man he still thought of just as his big brother. It hadn’t really sunk in, the new role that Tim claimed as his own, and had been doing for the past two years whilst Sil had been abroad. It would take some adjustment to accept the older’s authority, when for all his years Silanos had been used to the two of them fighting it out if something became a point of contention. The idea that he was now supposed to roll over everytime Tim barked at him was entirely alien.
Hence the exaggerated roll of his eyes when his brother addressed him like he was an errant child, throwing out some bullshit about explaining himself. He worried at his cheek with his teeth, glancing at Roxana and then back at Timaeus as he got progressively louder and louder.
He didn’t know why he’d done it. Other than Princess Evras had seemed kind of sad, and he’d wanted to make her smile. Which, when you added the skinful of wine he’d had was reason enough. It was just in the harsh light of day it seemed a little feeble an excuse. Silanos cast his gaze up to the ceiling, stared very hard at the carved stonework, fingers still twitching their own litte rhythm as he waited for his brother to be quite finished.
“I already said I’m sorry” he ground out through a set jaw. “But I can’t go back and fucking change it and leaving me in Eubocris is not going to do that either! I can’t stay there, Tim. I can’t”
It wasn’t going to happen. Sil would rather take his chances with his brother’s fury. At least he could still get a hold of the thing he needed here. Timaeus was just going to have to deal with it. Turning to his cousin, he tried to enlist her support. “Besides, I haven’t caught up with Roxana properly, and she’d be better with an escort in the city, wouldnt you, Rox?”
Silanos managed to feel a flicker of sympathy for his cousin, caught in the middle of a storm that had been brewing between he and Timaeus and was now rumbling into life. But he could not turn too much of his attention toward her plight, not when it was his own that he was most concerned with. He let out a snort at the suggestion that they might be able to bribe Prince Vangelis, and then bit it off because Tim had laughed too and he didnt want to have anything in common with his brother at that moment.
Fidgeting in his seat, the younger Valaoritis Lord took up an irritating drumming of his fingers on the table top, a relentless tap tap that served as an outlet for some of the restless energy that his en route purchase had gifted him. It had chased away the tiredeness well enough, but left him edgy and sharp, like someone was running a file over his nerves.
He narrowed his gaze at Timaeus’ glare, not in the least bit cowed by the man he still thought of just as his big brother. It hadn’t really sunk in, the new role that Tim claimed as his own, and had been doing for the past two years whilst Sil had been abroad. It would take some adjustment to accept the older’s authority, when for all his years Silanos had been used to the two of them fighting it out if something became a point of contention. The idea that he was now supposed to roll over everytime Tim barked at him was entirely alien.
Hence the exaggerated roll of his eyes when his brother addressed him like he was an errant child, throwing out some bullshit about explaining himself. He worried at his cheek with his teeth, glancing at Roxana and then back at Timaeus as he got progressively louder and louder.
He didn’t know why he’d done it. Other than Princess Evras had seemed kind of sad, and he’d wanted to make her smile. Which, when you added the skinful of wine he’d had was reason enough. It was just in the harsh light of day it seemed a little feeble an excuse. Silanos cast his gaze up to the ceiling, stared very hard at the carved stonework, fingers still twitching their own litte rhythm as he waited for his brother to be quite finished.
“I already said I’m sorry” he ground out through a set jaw. “But I can’t go back and fucking change it and leaving me in Eubocris is not going to do that either! I can’t stay there, Tim. I can’t”
It wasn’t going to happen. Sil would rather take his chances with his brother’s fury. At least he could still get a hold of the thing he needed here. Timaeus was just going to have to deal with it. Turning to his cousin, he tried to enlist her support. “Besides, I haven’t caught up with Roxana properly, and she’d be better with an escort in the city, wouldnt you, Rox?”
Timaeus didn’t understand why Silanos seemed to have such a difficult time accepting that the elder brother now held authority over the Valaoritis family. It was just so plainly obvious to the former captain as this power structure was the backbone of their society. The oldest male was the head of the house. They were the ones who made decisions on behalf of the family as a whole and led them through difficult times. It was also fully within their right to dole out punishments as they saw fit. Just like how it was the duty of the rest of the household to respect their leadership. Everyone in Greece knew this. This was the structure of every household from the greatest king to the lowliest farmer— there were no strangers to this system.
It wasn’t like the Valaoritis were an exception to this either. Their father and brother had each held the title of Varanos in turn with little strife from the rest of the family. So, why was Silanos suddenly having issues with Timaeus taking the helm? Granted, Tim knew that he was not exactly like the men that had come before him. He was not the effortless leader that his father had been nor did he have the diplomatic charm of Nicomedes. The Valaoritis Baron knew that he was more like the mountains that they called home than any other man that had come before him. He could be standoffish and cold at times. It also didn’t hurt that he ran the province like he had run the military unit— which equaled a hard iron fist and a low tolerance for mouthy recruits who thought that they knew better than him.
That was what Silanos had become in Timaeus’s mind ever since his return from Taengea. A loud-mouth greenling who had no idea how little they mattered in the grand scheme of things. The former captain knew this type well—he had seen plenty of them in his unit and even though he would never admit it out loud, he had actually been one himself until he grew out of the teenage bravado that marked his days at sea. Boys who were like this always thought that they were untouchable because of some bullshit reason—-such as their uncle being a lieutenant or they found faith in the rumors surrounding Tim’s family. Except now it wasn’t some boy who was a bit too big for his britches, it was his own brother. He didn’t know what it was that had possessed Silanos to start acting this way, but Timaeus was not going to give him a free pass because of their family ties or shared noble blood. No, if Silanos wanted to be a loud-mouthed brat then Timaeus would treat him like one.
If the younger Valaoritis thought that he was going to saunter back into Midas just to see Timaeus throw up his hands and let him continue in his childish ways… Well, Silanos clearly had another thing coming for him. The underworld would freeze over before that ever happened.
That much was made clear through the cold, hard glare that Timaeus shot the boy when he gave his pathetic excuses for why he had run away from Eubocris. Did Silanos really think that one measly sorry was going to cut it? That everything would suddenly be okay just because the boy didn’t want to spend time at home? Timaeus hadn’t been under the impression that his brother’s opinion mattered in this regard. As far as he was aware the boy had sacrificed that when he effectively sic’ed Vang on them all. This little stunt of his may have gotten him out of Eubocris, but Silanos was far from getting off scot-free in this fiasco.
However, Timaeus did have to recognize that once his brother put his mind to not doing something, it would be easier to wake Endymion than get his brother to do the thing. As the boy had made his distaste for the mountains more than clear, he would be lucky in the regard that he would not be forced to return. Tim would be a fool to do that after Sil had proven how adept he was at breaking out of the confines of their provincial manor. His brother just couldn’t spare the time or resources to set up the proper security measures to ensure that Silanos couldn’t do it again either. Timaeus hated it with every fiber of his being, as he had wanted to be rid of this pest for now, but Sil would have to remain in the capitol. Here at least Silanos could be kept under Tim’s thumb and he could feasibly do everything in his power to rid Sil of this rebellious attitude of his. That was something that needed to be done quickly… before the boy got them all killed with his stupid actions.
“You will do no such thing.” Timaeus said sharply, effectively cutting the boy off when he suggested that he could serve as Roxana’s escort while he was here. Like Hades, he would. Timaeus was never going to allow that to happen. That pretty confirmed that Silanos had lost his mind, but instead of saying something to that effect; a sly drunken smile crossed Timaeus’s face a different insult came to mind. The Baron was quick to share this, feigning a certain level of calmness that he didn’t currently possess, “In fact, I think I might have Roxana serve as your escort. How does that sound, brother?” This was the sort of commentary that would have brought the brothers to blows when they were younger but seemed innocent enough that they wouldn’t face punishment from their parents for their insults. Not that sort of thing would happen tonight. Timaeus wasn’t going to tolerate that behavior from Silanos.
In fact, Timaeus found himself to not be in the mood to tolerate anything else that was related to his younger brother. Not when he knew that Sil had some sort of sly comment hidden up this sleeve that would only further stoke Tim’s anger.
Quickly rising from his seat, he put one hand up to shush the boy before the Baron spoke again, “As you have so clearly pointed out, sending you to Eubocris was a mistake that shall not be repeated.” If Sil had some sort of false hope that he was going to be allowed to freely wander about as if nothing had happened at all, that was instantly dashed when the Timaeus summoned guards into the room for a special set of instructions. Once they were in the room, he was quick to dish this out while gesturing to Sil to make sure there was no confusion, “When he is finished with his meal, he is to be escorted to his chambers. He is not to leave without my express permission. Is that clear?” The guards nodded in response before the Baron dismissed them, letting any protests from Sil be ignored. They were lucky in that regard and Tim had an odd sort of jealously settle over him as they filed out, sparing themselves from his brother’s incessant whining. By gods, what Tim wouldn’t give to be free of this noise too?
Sensing that Silanos probably had some choice words for the elder brother given this change, Timaeus was quick to cut him off. “Shut it. I don’t care.” His words were terse and sharper than the edge of a butcher’s knife as his anger manifested. He was surprised that he was able to refrain himself from using any sort of profanity thus far, “The damage you have done could very well be irreparable and it would be an insult to our father’s memory if I allowed to you to continue down this destructive path you are so stubbornly set upon. You have to change.” This was the closest thing to a lecture that Silanos was going to get. All of the boy’s misdeeds were so plainly obvious to Timaeus that he didn’t even fathom for a moment that Sil couldn’t see them too.
“You are to remain in your room until further notice. I suggest that you use this time to reflect upon your past behavior and rectify yourself so you are no longer an embarrassment on our family name. You will have no access to alcohol, opium, or other pleasures during this period and if you are found with them, you will be turned out to the streets. Have I made myself clear?[/b]” His curt, blunt tone made it obvious that there was no room for argument, no chance that Timaeus was going to change his mind. Not when he was already at the end of a very frayed rope.
Finally pushing his chair back, Timaeus announced to the poor servants who had to witness the whole spat, “I’m afraid that I have lost my appetite. Send the remainder of my meal to my room. I’ll finish it there.” With this order, the servants scurried about to set the Baron’s food aside as the man turned to the poor cousin who had been trapped in the middle of it all and quietly said to her, “Roxana, if you wish to, feel free to join me. I’ll be able to better explain my decisions without certain distractions present.” The same invitation would not be extended Silanos who could enjoy his stolen meal before he would be escorted to what would now effectively be his jail cell. Before the boy could protest, the Baron gently squeezed the girl’s shoulder and took his leave from the room, abruptly bringing the whole volatile conversation to an end.
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Timaeus didn’t understand why Silanos seemed to have such a difficult time accepting that the elder brother now held authority over the Valaoritis family. It was just so plainly obvious to the former captain as this power structure was the backbone of their society. The oldest male was the head of the house. They were the ones who made decisions on behalf of the family as a whole and led them through difficult times. It was also fully within their right to dole out punishments as they saw fit. Just like how it was the duty of the rest of the household to respect their leadership. Everyone in Greece knew this. This was the structure of every household from the greatest king to the lowliest farmer— there were no strangers to this system.
It wasn’t like the Valaoritis were an exception to this either. Their father and brother had each held the title of Varanos in turn with little strife from the rest of the family. So, why was Silanos suddenly having issues with Timaeus taking the helm? Granted, Tim knew that he was not exactly like the men that had come before him. He was not the effortless leader that his father had been nor did he have the diplomatic charm of Nicomedes. The Valaoritis Baron knew that he was more like the mountains that they called home than any other man that had come before him. He could be standoffish and cold at times. It also didn’t hurt that he ran the province like he had run the military unit— which equaled a hard iron fist and a low tolerance for mouthy recruits who thought that they knew better than him.
That was what Silanos had become in Timaeus’s mind ever since his return from Taengea. A loud-mouth greenling who had no idea how little they mattered in the grand scheme of things. The former captain knew this type well—he had seen plenty of them in his unit and even though he would never admit it out loud, he had actually been one himself until he grew out of the teenage bravado that marked his days at sea. Boys who were like this always thought that they were untouchable because of some bullshit reason—-such as their uncle being a lieutenant or they found faith in the rumors surrounding Tim’s family. Except now it wasn’t some boy who was a bit too big for his britches, it was his own brother. He didn’t know what it was that had possessed Silanos to start acting this way, but Timaeus was not going to give him a free pass because of their family ties or shared noble blood. No, if Silanos wanted to be a loud-mouthed brat then Timaeus would treat him like one.
If the younger Valaoritis thought that he was going to saunter back into Midas just to see Timaeus throw up his hands and let him continue in his childish ways… Well, Silanos clearly had another thing coming for him. The underworld would freeze over before that ever happened.
That much was made clear through the cold, hard glare that Timaeus shot the boy when he gave his pathetic excuses for why he had run away from Eubocris. Did Silanos really think that one measly sorry was going to cut it? That everything would suddenly be okay just because the boy didn’t want to spend time at home? Timaeus hadn’t been under the impression that his brother’s opinion mattered in this regard. As far as he was aware the boy had sacrificed that when he effectively sic’ed Vang on them all. This little stunt of his may have gotten him out of Eubocris, but Silanos was far from getting off scot-free in this fiasco.
However, Timaeus did have to recognize that once his brother put his mind to not doing something, it would be easier to wake Endymion than get his brother to do the thing. As the boy had made his distaste for the mountains more than clear, he would be lucky in the regard that he would not be forced to return. Tim would be a fool to do that after Sil had proven how adept he was at breaking out of the confines of their provincial manor. His brother just couldn’t spare the time or resources to set up the proper security measures to ensure that Silanos couldn’t do it again either. Timaeus hated it with every fiber of his being, as he had wanted to be rid of this pest for now, but Sil would have to remain in the capitol. Here at least Silanos could be kept under Tim’s thumb and he could feasibly do everything in his power to rid Sil of this rebellious attitude of his. That was something that needed to be done quickly… before the boy got them all killed with his stupid actions.
“You will do no such thing.” Timaeus said sharply, effectively cutting the boy off when he suggested that he could serve as Roxana’s escort while he was here. Like Hades, he would. Timaeus was never going to allow that to happen. That pretty confirmed that Silanos had lost his mind, but instead of saying something to that effect; a sly drunken smile crossed Timaeus’s face a different insult came to mind. The Baron was quick to share this, feigning a certain level of calmness that he didn’t currently possess, “In fact, I think I might have Roxana serve as your escort. How does that sound, brother?” This was the sort of commentary that would have brought the brothers to blows when they were younger but seemed innocent enough that they wouldn’t face punishment from their parents for their insults. Not that sort of thing would happen tonight. Timaeus wasn’t going to tolerate that behavior from Silanos.
In fact, Timaeus found himself to not be in the mood to tolerate anything else that was related to his younger brother. Not when he knew that Sil had some sort of sly comment hidden up this sleeve that would only further stoke Tim’s anger.
Quickly rising from his seat, he put one hand up to shush the boy before the Baron spoke again, “As you have so clearly pointed out, sending you to Eubocris was a mistake that shall not be repeated.” If Sil had some sort of false hope that he was going to be allowed to freely wander about as if nothing had happened at all, that was instantly dashed when the Timaeus summoned guards into the room for a special set of instructions. Once they were in the room, he was quick to dish this out while gesturing to Sil to make sure there was no confusion, “When he is finished with his meal, he is to be escorted to his chambers. He is not to leave without my express permission. Is that clear?” The guards nodded in response before the Baron dismissed them, letting any protests from Sil be ignored. They were lucky in that regard and Tim had an odd sort of jealously settle over him as they filed out, sparing themselves from his brother’s incessant whining. By gods, what Tim wouldn’t give to be free of this noise too?
Sensing that Silanos probably had some choice words for the elder brother given this change, Timaeus was quick to cut him off. “Shut it. I don’t care.” His words were terse and sharper than the edge of a butcher’s knife as his anger manifested. He was surprised that he was able to refrain himself from using any sort of profanity thus far, “The damage you have done could very well be irreparable and it would be an insult to our father’s memory if I allowed to you to continue down this destructive path you are so stubbornly set upon. You have to change.” This was the closest thing to a lecture that Silanos was going to get. All of the boy’s misdeeds were so plainly obvious to Timaeus that he didn’t even fathom for a moment that Sil couldn’t see them too.
“You are to remain in your room until further notice. I suggest that you use this time to reflect upon your past behavior and rectify yourself so you are no longer an embarrassment on our family name. You will have no access to alcohol, opium, or other pleasures during this period and if you are found with them, you will be turned out to the streets. Have I made myself clear?[/b]” His curt, blunt tone made it obvious that there was no room for argument, no chance that Timaeus was going to change his mind. Not when he was already at the end of a very frayed rope.
Finally pushing his chair back, Timaeus announced to the poor servants who had to witness the whole spat, “I’m afraid that I have lost my appetite. Send the remainder of my meal to my room. I’ll finish it there.” With this order, the servants scurried about to set the Baron’s food aside as the man turned to the poor cousin who had been trapped in the middle of it all and quietly said to her, “Roxana, if you wish to, feel free to join me. I’ll be able to better explain my decisions without certain distractions present.” The same invitation would not be extended Silanos who could enjoy his stolen meal before he would be escorted to what would now effectively be his jail cell. Before the boy could protest, the Baron gently squeezed the girl’s shoulder and took his leave from the room, abruptly bringing the whole volatile conversation to an end.
Timaeus didn’t understand why Silanos seemed to have such a difficult time accepting that the elder brother now held authority over the Valaoritis family. It was just so plainly obvious to the former captain as this power structure was the backbone of their society. The oldest male was the head of the house. They were the ones who made decisions on behalf of the family as a whole and led them through difficult times. It was also fully within their right to dole out punishments as they saw fit. Just like how it was the duty of the rest of the household to respect their leadership. Everyone in Greece knew this. This was the structure of every household from the greatest king to the lowliest farmer— there were no strangers to this system.
It wasn’t like the Valaoritis were an exception to this either. Their father and brother had each held the title of Varanos in turn with little strife from the rest of the family. So, why was Silanos suddenly having issues with Timaeus taking the helm? Granted, Tim knew that he was not exactly like the men that had come before him. He was not the effortless leader that his father had been nor did he have the diplomatic charm of Nicomedes. The Valaoritis Baron knew that he was more like the mountains that they called home than any other man that had come before him. He could be standoffish and cold at times. It also didn’t hurt that he ran the province like he had run the military unit— which equaled a hard iron fist and a low tolerance for mouthy recruits who thought that they knew better than him.
That was what Silanos had become in Timaeus’s mind ever since his return from Taengea. A loud-mouth greenling who had no idea how little they mattered in the grand scheme of things. The former captain knew this type well—he had seen plenty of them in his unit and even though he would never admit it out loud, he had actually been one himself until he grew out of the teenage bravado that marked his days at sea. Boys who were like this always thought that they were untouchable because of some bullshit reason—-such as their uncle being a lieutenant or they found faith in the rumors surrounding Tim’s family. Except now it wasn’t some boy who was a bit too big for his britches, it was his own brother. He didn’t know what it was that had possessed Silanos to start acting this way, but Timaeus was not going to give him a free pass because of their family ties or shared noble blood. No, if Silanos wanted to be a loud-mouthed brat then Timaeus would treat him like one.
If the younger Valaoritis thought that he was going to saunter back into Midas just to see Timaeus throw up his hands and let him continue in his childish ways… Well, Silanos clearly had another thing coming for him. The underworld would freeze over before that ever happened.
That much was made clear through the cold, hard glare that Timaeus shot the boy when he gave his pathetic excuses for why he had run away from Eubocris. Did Silanos really think that one measly sorry was going to cut it? That everything would suddenly be okay just because the boy didn’t want to spend time at home? Timaeus hadn’t been under the impression that his brother’s opinion mattered in this regard. As far as he was aware the boy had sacrificed that when he effectively sic’ed Vang on them all. This little stunt of his may have gotten him out of Eubocris, but Silanos was far from getting off scot-free in this fiasco.
However, Timaeus did have to recognize that once his brother put his mind to not doing something, it would be easier to wake Endymion than get his brother to do the thing. As the boy had made his distaste for the mountains more than clear, he would be lucky in the regard that he would not be forced to return. Tim would be a fool to do that after Sil had proven how adept he was at breaking out of the confines of their provincial manor. His brother just couldn’t spare the time or resources to set up the proper security measures to ensure that Silanos couldn’t do it again either. Timaeus hated it with every fiber of his being, as he had wanted to be rid of this pest for now, but Sil would have to remain in the capitol. Here at least Silanos could be kept under Tim’s thumb and he could feasibly do everything in his power to rid Sil of this rebellious attitude of his. That was something that needed to be done quickly… before the boy got them all killed with his stupid actions.
“You will do no such thing.” Timaeus said sharply, effectively cutting the boy off when he suggested that he could serve as Roxana’s escort while he was here. Like Hades, he would. Timaeus was never going to allow that to happen. That pretty confirmed that Silanos had lost his mind, but instead of saying something to that effect; a sly drunken smile crossed Timaeus’s face a different insult came to mind. The Baron was quick to share this, feigning a certain level of calmness that he didn’t currently possess, “In fact, I think I might have Roxana serve as your escort. How does that sound, brother?” This was the sort of commentary that would have brought the brothers to blows when they were younger but seemed innocent enough that they wouldn’t face punishment from their parents for their insults. Not that sort of thing would happen tonight. Timaeus wasn’t going to tolerate that behavior from Silanos.
In fact, Timaeus found himself to not be in the mood to tolerate anything else that was related to his younger brother. Not when he knew that Sil had some sort of sly comment hidden up this sleeve that would only further stoke Tim’s anger.
Quickly rising from his seat, he put one hand up to shush the boy before the Baron spoke again, “As you have so clearly pointed out, sending you to Eubocris was a mistake that shall not be repeated.” If Sil had some sort of false hope that he was going to be allowed to freely wander about as if nothing had happened at all, that was instantly dashed when the Timaeus summoned guards into the room for a special set of instructions. Once they were in the room, he was quick to dish this out while gesturing to Sil to make sure there was no confusion, “When he is finished with his meal, he is to be escorted to his chambers. He is not to leave without my express permission. Is that clear?” The guards nodded in response before the Baron dismissed them, letting any protests from Sil be ignored. They were lucky in that regard and Tim had an odd sort of jealously settle over him as they filed out, sparing themselves from his brother’s incessant whining. By gods, what Tim wouldn’t give to be free of this noise too?
Sensing that Silanos probably had some choice words for the elder brother given this change, Timaeus was quick to cut him off. “Shut it. I don’t care.” His words were terse and sharper than the edge of a butcher’s knife as his anger manifested. He was surprised that he was able to refrain himself from using any sort of profanity thus far, “The damage you have done could very well be irreparable and it would be an insult to our father’s memory if I allowed to you to continue down this destructive path you are so stubbornly set upon. You have to change.” This was the closest thing to a lecture that Silanos was going to get. All of the boy’s misdeeds were so plainly obvious to Timaeus that he didn’t even fathom for a moment that Sil couldn’t see them too.
“You are to remain in your room until further notice. I suggest that you use this time to reflect upon your past behavior and rectify yourself so you are no longer an embarrassment on our family name. You will have no access to alcohol, opium, or other pleasures during this period and if you are found with them, you will be turned out to the streets. Have I made myself clear?[/b]” His curt, blunt tone made it obvious that there was no room for argument, no chance that Timaeus was going to change his mind. Not when he was already at the end of a very frayed rope.
Finally pushing his chair back, Timaeus announced to the poor servants who had to witness the whole spat, “I’m afraid that I have lost my appetite. Send the remainder of my meal to my room. I’ll finish it there.” With this order, the servants scurried about to set the Baron’s food aside as the man turned to the poor cousin who had been trapped in the middle of it all and quietly said to her, “Roxana, if you wish to, feel free to join me. I’ll be able to better explain my decisions without certain distractions present.” The same invitation would not be extended Silanos who could enjoy his stolen meal before he would be escorted to what would now effectively be his jail cell. Before the boy could protest, the Baron gently squeezed the girl’s shoulder and took his leave from the room, abruptly bringing the whole volatile conversation to an end.