(Entry for Alexois. This from his earlier days under his mentor, Jacques. It’s short since I’m having trouble thinking for this prompt. XD It’s a good prompt but hard for me right now.)
Alex sat on the stone wall looking down into the Brume. Here he was again where he swore he’d not come back to. Somehow he always found his way back here. Time after time. Even now as he trained under his mentor.
A part of him wanted to escape the lessons his mentor kept heaping on him. He was sick of the world. Could still hear his mentor’s cold words from the day before.
“There is no justice beyond the kind you make. Mercy is for the weak. So take your justice out on those fools and ignore their pleas for mercy.”
Alex wrapped his arms around his knees in a attempt to ward off the chill. Giving the people wandering wary looks. Not really fully paying attention. Just merely using this time to escape the next lesson.
Surely if the gods existed they wouldn’t have made him suffer so much. Mercy? Justice? For him neither existed. All there was… Was vengeance.
(Alexois is usually found over at @ishgardiansnow and I will blog this over there after. Posting it here for the sake of ease with the writing thing. Easier to keep track this way. This one is going under a read more just because it’s Alex.)
Alex paused by the mirror in the room he was given at Rillek Manor. So much had been happening. So fast. It was a ride going too fast that he was half tempted to abandon. Yet he couldn’t. There was no way he could leave Kohina. Not now.
Hand reaching up to touch the face in the mirror. Fingers pausing on the scar over the eye. Slowly moving to rest on the tattoo his mentor had placed upon his face. Crimson eyes drifting to the hair he had allowed to grow longer. He still remembered cutting his hair short when he went into hiding after trying to kill his mentor the first time. But hair wasn’t something he was changing now.
No this change needed to be deeper then the physical. Though the question he kept asking himself… Was he strong enough to change himself? To edit the man he had become to survive. He spent so many years of his life letting others shape him into the beast he felt he had become. Now he had to change again. At least if he didn’t want to hurt Koh.
She said she would leave if she had to. Yet a part of him didn’t want to force that onto her. Not without trying.
Aeri had tried to set him on a better path. One that might not lead to him dying. Then Koh came along and guided him out of the darkness. Yet he wasn’t sure he could change himself enough to be worthy of what her family wanted.
Could he really be something other then a monster?
Ulfarr’s words had stung the day they went out on his first chore. He wasn’t using his past as an excuse. That past had made him who he was now. He didn’t know how to be anything else.
Yet he knew he needed to try. Even face the nightmares he dealt with when he ended up sleeping alone. Small changes would even be a good start, If he could manage even that much. Editing the self was a hard thing when you spent most of your life using anger and pain as a weapon or shield.
Destiney sat in the chair before her desk. Had not slept yet since Soren had brought her home. Too much on her mind to sleep. Restless thoughts running through her head at an endless pace.
Her fingers lightly caressed the lime green stone with it’s carved surface. “Leon…”
Blue eyes shimmered slightly as she looked up. Expecting to see the ghost of the man she had loved at one point in time. Before illness had claimed him from her too soon. See that bright smiling face. Hear the soft thrum of the strings on his harp. Yet nothing appeared to her now… No hint of the soul trapped.
Had he finally moved on at some point and she hadn’t noticed? Somehow she doubted it. Though she wasn’t sure what had changed either. Was it because of this name that he didn’t appear?
A heavy sigh as she sat back and looked up towards the ceiling.
Kidnapped again… Frankly she was tired of being a victim. Especially tired of being bait to get to Soren. However it hadn’t be Alexois to take her this time. No this time it had been Aeri. The woman had been gentle and promised not to hurt her. She just wanted a name Soren was holding from Alexois.
Alexois… Somehow he just kept popping back up into her life. She thought it was over and done with when her family drama was done. Apparently not. Now there was the dilemma of this name.
Yet she had agreed to help get the name from Soren. Aeri had insisted Alexois was trying to be better. If she had turned down Aeri’s words without even listening… Hypocrite. That’s what she would have been. She tried hard to prove that Leera wasn’t a monster. So if she insisted now that Alexois was nothing more then a monster just because of his actions taken for this name… Unacceptable. It was a hard truth to bear though. To think that someone like Alexois…
She still remembered that leer on his face when he had Lance at sword point in Coerthas. Aeri insisted here was much more to the story then Destiney knew. Truths hidden in shadows.
Her blue eyes drifted to the name she had written down. The one she had argued with Soren to get. Then to the stone her fingers lightly danced over.
Raitmeaux Chassebel… Chassebel… Leonceault Chassebel. Alexois and Leon had been half brothers according to Soren. Raitmeaux had fathered them both to different mothers.
Soren had thought he was protecting her by keeping this name from Alexois. Because this name was a connection to Leon.. He hadn’t thought it mattered so he hadn’t told her. Kept the truth from her. Hadn’t thought it would affect her. Honestly it shouldn’t have. Yet it did. Because of Leon…
So many things Soren kept from her. As if she needed to be protected from the dark truths. Hadn’t told her of his bargain with Alexois for this name. Didn’t tell her how he had tried to kill Alexois over this name. Aeri had told her. Told her the way Soren was killing Alexois slowly and painfully. Soren had assumed what was best for her instead of being honest. At least until last night when she confronted him and used guilt like a weapon. Just as Aeri had told her to.
Her hands rubbed over her face with a disgruntled sigh.
Her words had been heated and honest. But they were words that Soren needed to hear. She was tired of being protected from the truth just because it would be a hard truth. Because he wasn’t honorable. At the same time he also still seemed to refuse to hear her.
“For once it’s not about you. It’s not that I believe you can’t handle it or that you are fragile or pure. It’s not that I think you need to be sheltered damn it. It’s how I see myself through your eyes… And what I see… I don’t like it, but I can’t change it.”
Soren… She knew her last words after that had been harsh. Almost cruel. But they were honestly how she felt. Raw and honest.
“How I see you? You couldn’t care how I see you when you chose her over me! I never asked you to hide who you are. It shouldn’t matter. Not that my opinion seems to matter much though.”
She rubbed at her wet cheeks. Somewhere along the line she had begun to silently cry again. All she wanted now was her life back to the way things used to be.
Yet now she had the weight of that name. The decision was hers. Aeri had promised. Had kept to her promise though she had been there to get that name for Alexois. Now it was Destiney’s choice. To possibly condemn this man to an ill fate depending on what Alexois wanted his father’s name. Why he went to the lengths he did to get it. Working for the Aurifore just for the sake of this name. Could she do that to Leon’s father though he had never talked about the man before?
“Twelve forgive me…”
Aeri’s words about Alexois having never been given a chance before. Never having the chance to be anything but a monster. Being used and discarded like a mongrel. How was it fair if she didn’t give him a chance… Maybe he just wanted family. All she could do was pray that she wasn’t sentencing the man to death. Leon’s own father. Hands reaching for pen and paper. Writing to Aeri with her answer.
Aeri,
Soren gave me the name. It has been… A hard choice on whether or not to give this name to Alexois. Twelve forgive me if I am making the wrong choice and condemning a man to death. You walked away when you seen what the name Leon meant to me. There is a story behind that name though I’m not sure it matters to anyone but myself. His name was Leonceault Chassebel. Apparently he was Alexois’ half brother. The name Alexois wants… Is Raitmeaux Chassebel… Leon’s father. As well as Alexois’ father. I only hope and pray that I am making the right choice in handing over this information. In giving Alexois a chance to prove he is more then the monster I seen.
((Consider this your warning if you read this post. Will contain blood and some pretty dark stuff. A bit of torture and abuse. Alex is not meant to be a nice guy. He’s a villain. So please read at your own risk. This is what took place between him leaving Aeri’s apartment Sunday afternoon and when he met her for drinks last night. Just from the screenshots I show doesn’t do justice just how cruel he can be as a bad character. I felt it time to give writing the darker side of him a shot. @aeritria for mentions.))
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