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Ooh~ What about angst ( this time ) with Mevek and a canon character with the prompt "You didn't want to cooperate before, so what has changed in the past five minutes ?"

Characters: Gechutel K. Landegre, Mevek Agvain

Pairing: None

As always, her figure, her posture, her existence, is of exquisite perfection as she stalks down the castle halls. Her scroll is held delicately even as he wishes that he could clench his hands and make it wrinkle and tear. It is silence that accompanies him even as she wishes that her steps would echo off the walls and destroy the stone beneath her.

All Mevek wants right now is destruction, to be the fear that haunts others and makes them speak.

It's a worthy goal. Just not for him. He is kindness and joy and the comfort of a loving parent to Lukedonia. A symbol. He can't ruin that. Not for this momentary anger at least. Soon enough she will be calm again but until then she glares at the man who's come after her.

"What?"

Gechutel at least has the sense to be stiff right now. She feels the rough tongues of cats licking at her heels too and hates it. So because she's incapable of ignoring others. Incapable of living for herself. Because she's become little more than a tool to be used, she stands there as he talks even when he'd rather be home sobbing in his father's arms.

"Your.. proposal," Gechutel says slowly, as if she's a wild animal that will rip him to shreds if he speaks wrong, "If you softened it, it could come to pass."

She takes a deep breath; a quick one.

It's enough for the cats at her ankles to turn into sandpaper and so Mevek wonders if it will leave a scar. Most probably for most things do now. His skin is easy to pierce and hard to heal even with the truth that lurks in his aura and the truth that makes his people quick to recover.

"Gechutel," he starts out, politely because speaking in anger will only cause his self-hatred to smother her, "I already softened it before comin'."

"I... I'm sure but some aspects require more."

Mevek sighs and now there are chains of ice along her arms, curling tighter and tighter. There's pain, she's sure of that, but his body hasn't ever been his and he merely observes it happen as he speaks.

"You didn't want t' cooperate before, what's changed in five mins?"

That makes Gechutel's expression fluctuate and so do the feelings that assault him. It's too cold and she feel like she's burning to ashes and the wind bites at her while she drowns. Why can she never say the right thing?

"You know the lord doesn't approve of these things," he speaks with an urgency and she's not quite sure who he's trying to convince.

"She dont-" and the wind calms but returns worse when- "Gentilus wouldn't refuse if the majority agreed though. Y'all just can't cope with change. Not even good ones."

"That isn't the case," Gechutel says to her immediately even when they both know it's a lie, "The other clan leaders and I just don't want to overwhelm the people."

"You really believe that?" Mevek asks.

There's a smile on his face and Gechutel's moments away from flinching. That's fine though. He's seconds away from running away because he feels as if he's being strangled and he can't let his friend see the tears threatening to leave his eyes.

So before Gechutel can answer, she says, "I know why. Y'all've always been worked by fear 'n' apathy," and turns her back on him.

As the gold and stone of the castle fills her eyes once more, the distance between them grows. He doesn't follow her. He never has except for when Mevek was a child and even then it was only out of duty. They will be speaking normally again the next time they meet but until then she lets her tears flow.

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mevekagvain · 5 years

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RP verse Mevek shorts

He doesn't react when the door opens, or when he feels the bed dip, or even when father calls his name. Why should he? There is little worth in the world and even his dearest friend isn't enough. He'll be alone eventually anyway.

Then he hears that familiar cry and his eyes finally open.

“A... child?” He can't even recognise his own voice. So weak and hoarse. When did he last speak?

“Your younger brother,” father says, before smiling down, “Aren't you happy to see your elder sister Urokai?”

The small baby cries and clutches his father as tight as he can. His body aches as he moves, but he wants to see him. He wants to be close to this child.

“Was I, a crybaby like him father?”

He peers over the child, unable to look away.

“You were a joyful one, always laughing. Urokai is scared of everything.”

“Ah.”

He keeps staring at his brother's teary eyes. When he raises his hand to stroke his cheek he stops crying and giggles, grabbing onto it.

Oh. He can’t help his smile. Can't help the way his heart flutters, can't help the way he lets his father force him to hold his brother, can't help walking out of his room for the first time in centuries.

The Agvain gardens truly are beautiful, but not as much as Urokai.

“Sis?”

He looks down at his precious brother, and holds his hand tighter. He looks so small and fragile and he's not even of age yet. How can he be clan leader now? Why did father pass Dragus to Urokai? He would never do that so, what exactly happened to him?

“Yes honey?”

Urokai hesitates and stares at the gardens. The roses snap at the birds that fly close, and at anyone that tries to near them. He wanted to be alone with her, and she ensures of that.

“Will Dragus take over me?”

Her mask breaks and she can barely stop her tears.

She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't want to say that Dragus is an ever consuming being that makes his wielder hungry. So hungry. They're both children, her brother and the soul weapon, and they've both been forced into situations they shouldn't be in.

“Perhaps,” she says, and they stand there for hours.

“Ser Mevek! How are you?”

She laughs at that voice, Gentilus' son is an amusing man, though she really didn't need to know how he looked under his clothes. Nobody did.

Getting up, she puts her book down and tries not to tease Urokai for the way he trails after the Lord. He's pouting.

“Do you need something?”

“I do yeah! So I was trying to get Raizel to go on a date with the two of us but he keeps on refusing.”

The current Noblesse? He's much quieter than his mother, or even his brother, and even with her sense she wouldn’t know if he has romantic affection for the Lord and Urokai. The last time she visited him was a bit after Gentilus went into eternal sleep, and she only knows that he's afraid.

She understands the feeling somewhat. To kill one you care for is fearful, and even she had thought of it often in her position as Gentilus' chosen executioner of those who were to be sent into eternal sleep.

“If you abolish the rules in this society that only bring about negativity, and make his life easier he may be more open to a relationship.”

The lord stares at her.

“What.”

She picks up her cup and takes a sip. He asked for advice and she gave it so he cant complain.

Urokai rolls his eyes at her, “Sis you're full of shit.”

“Takes one to see one darling.”

“Again.”

Urokai swings Dragus at her again and she blocks it, pushing him away. He falls to the ground.

“Again.”

He gets up, flinching, and she wants to hold him but he needs this. It's only been three hours so far. It is an improvement from before though.

“Sis is this really necessary?”

Is this necessary? What sort of question is that? Of course it is with the choices he made. With how he decided to treat both men that he loved like tools and came onto this path. After the clan sacrificed everything for him.

“You're asking me that after choosing to betray Lukedonia? Do you really think that your strength is up to par with Lord Raskreia's? Much less Raizel’s.”

Her annoyance is somewhat cruel, she can admit that much, but how is she supposed to react? He has ruined his own life like this, and all she wishes to do is make sure that it doesn't get any worse.

Urokai seems taken aback and asks, “Ser Raizel is dead. Why mention him?”

“Dead?” She wants to laugh at that. Laugh until she goes numb.

“He isn't dead. If he was then a new Noblesse would have come into this world, but nothing like that's happened. Now continue.”

So they do, “Again" and “Again" and "Again”.

“You'll never reach my level Urokai–” and it's not a bad thing because she only is so strong because she's loved cruel things like fights since her youth– “You can't. You've never had any interest in such things, but if you can make me stumble, then at least you'll live.”

She's calmed down, but, not enough because she doesn't think her words through, and Urokai can't help but hate them.

“Why?”

She doesn't understand what he means.

“I know you don't enjoy this but you must train honey.”

He glares at her, eyes glistening, and she freezes.

“Why do you treat me like a child? Your children died a long time ago!” he shouts at her, and, how could he? Of all the things he could have said, of everything in the world, it was this. She doesn't stop her tears, and leaves when he starts to speak again, turning her back on him.

Urokai remains where he is, unable to think. He's done it again. First to Ser Raizel and now? His sister has never cried, not even when their father went into eternal sleep but he's been the cause of it. It's him who made her fall apart.

This time, he has the chance to apologise.

Dragus’ hunger thrums through him, and once again, he longs for death.

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