Hero to Zero
“Look me over again and you answer that question for yourself.” He spoke as he wrapped one arm around the large man, moving his hand upward toward his chest to show the beautiful flower that bloomed in the presence of the hot sun. Khaori wanted the man to take a good guess knowing it might be difficult to place where he’d seen such a creature like himself. Fae’Norai often stuck together and closer to those they're familiar with most. Like, the Hytori. Those that did not follow Veratelle, escaped with the Hytori to a new home; a home to carry on traditions so he heard. Khaori could only assume that his kind is mostly rare to others outside Auris.
There's a chance the Siltori might recognize one if they see them, but he couldn't imagine too many were present in Daravin after hearing about the racism here. In his eyes, Daravin appeared to be a piece of the clockwork empire motivated to keep traditions alive and running.
An ear almost pressed to his back, Khaori listened to his story. It was a heartbreaking story, Khaori could not imagine losing his parents. He couldn't imagine living without them—a part of him would really consider suicide. A fae without a family is a fae without a reason to live. He had to admit, the man is strong for moving forward with his life. Still, there is a part of the story he did not understand.
“Why take on such a life? You are a big man, I'm sure you were a large child as well. You'd do better in a fighting pit.” Without warning, Khaori balled his other fist and gave him a good punch in the back.“You seem to have great bones too. How come you did not escape? Were you awaiting some sort of prince to rescue you?”
If the blonde could see his face, he would recognize the sarcasm on it.
“You can trust me, prince charming isn't real even for nobles. Politics are corrupt.”
The conversation seemed to transition smoothly. No later, he was asked about Auris. Instead of answering right away, Khaori sucked his teeth and laughed.
“Different and better than your world.” He started off as he debated whether or not to tell him about his life there. Khaori was getting to know the blonde better, what he knew was good enough in his opinion since he truly had no plans to become close friends with him. The fae did not know him enough to act like it either.“My life was much better than yours, I'll tell you that. So I won't be able to stay here with you and pretend to be a slave.”
The lord did not forget. He just did not feel like addressing the situation just yet.
He wanted to figure things out first.
1st of Searing, 120 AoS
There's a chance the Siltori might recognize one if they see them, but he couldn't imagine too many were present in Daravin after hearing about the racism here. In his eyes, Daravin appeared to be a piece of the clockwork empire motivated to keep traditions alive and running.
An ear almost pressed to his back, Khaori listened to his story. It was a heartbreaking story, Khaori could not imagine losing his parents. He couldn't imagine living without them—a part of him would really consider suicide. A fae without a family is a fae without a reason to live. He had to admit, the man is strong for moving forward with his life. Still, there is a part of the story he did not understand.
“Why take on such a life? You are a big man, I'm sure you were a large child as well. You'd do better in a fighting pit.” Without warning, Khaori balled his other fist and gave him a good punch in the back.“You seem to have great bones too. How come you did not escape? Were you awaiting some sort of prince to rescue you?”
If the blonde could see his face, he would recognize the sarcasm on it.
“You can trust me, prince charming isn't real even for nobles. Politics are corrupt.”
The conversation seemed to transition smoothly. No later, he was asked about Auris. Instead of answering right away, Khaori sucked his teeth and laughed.
“Different and better than your world.” He started off as he debated whether or not to tell him about his life there. Khaori was getting to know the blonde better, what he knew was good enough in his opinion since he truly had no plans to become close friends with him. The fae did not know him enough to act like it either.“My life was much better than yours, I'll tell you that. So I won't be able to stay here with you and pretend to be a slave.”
The lord did not forget. He just did not feel like addressing the situation just yet.
He wanted to figure things out first.
"I am like a Phoenix! I will rise again."
