Log: Complete
When; Monday, May 14th. Afternoon.
Rating; PG-13 for mild violence
Characters; Joshua [ apostleofhope ] and Fakir [ sword_and_quill ]
Summary; Joshua requests a private chat with Fakir to find out the truth about the Ex-Knight's relationship with his sister, Rosette. And Fakir tells him exactly what he doesn't want to hear.
Log; Joshua wasn't quite sure what he was feeling at the moment. Anger, disgust...fear. He couldn't believe that he had been so slow to figure it out. But that crazy girl a week ago had said something about Rosette....with a...knight...?
Ex-knight was a good enough lead.
Hands clenched, Joshua was quiet as he walked down the narrow hallway to his room, expecting Fakir to follow behind. The teenager didn't want to discuss this where others could hear, and since it was the middle of the day, he expected everyone to be busy. Rosette apparently busy with that Count planning the food eating contest... Joshua really wasn't thrilled with the idea, but when his sister challenged him, it was hard to say no.
Still, that was something that he would deal with later. For now, he had business with a certain dancer.
Once he reached the small room he was staying in, Joshua opened the door and stepped in, waiting for Fakir to enter before he briskly shut the door.
The entire situation set Fakir off-guard, somehow. It was too sudden. And he wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone - except for Autor, who he planned to confront later.
The ex-knight felt like he was wasting valuable time that could be spent focusing on other issues. What was this guy's problem, anyway? He couldn't call his sister childish? Fakir frowned slightly at that thought. He wouldn't really stand for it if anyone picked on Rue about something, either.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Fakir assumed a neutral and slightly irritated stance after entering into the blonde's room, attempting not to outright glare in annoyance. "Alright, what?"
Joshua was used to Fakir's brisk attitude, and considering the poor deeds Joshua had commited to everybody in the Opera House in the past, he felt the coldness was well deserved...but that didn't stop him from centering an angry look on the other boy.
"What's your relationship with my sister?"
Did he even want to know? He wasn't really sure, but he had already asked, and there was no backing out now.
To say the question took Fakir by surprise would be an understatement. His green eyes widened, his confident stance and posture faltering, arms dropping from their cross position.
Had Rosette told him? But she'd been the one who insisted the last person she wanted to find out was her brother! Hadn't they both firmly agreed to put it behind them and forget about it?
And why now of all times? He had enough to deal with already!
Swallowing, Fakir attempted to clear his throat, refusing to back down from the other boy's gaze. What was he supposed to tell him?
"Acquaintances, I guess," he offered quickly, re-crossing his arms.
The loss of composure told Joshua more than enough, and he felt his gut twist. This...jerk and his sister had...? His sister?
Gritting his teeth, Joshua stepped closer, blue eyes glittering as he tried to stay calm. "You guess? And what about you and that Ahiru girl? I thought you were a couple or something."
Fakir held is his ground, though he could easily tell his reaction and response had set the boy off even further. Just bloody great. It wasn't as though it was his fault, anyway. It was a curse.
Goddammit, just who told Rosette's brother about it? He didn't want to deal with this!
"We are," he stated simply, but firmly, eyes narrowing in irritation.
Fakir had felt enough guilt over this already. He didn't need it all over again. Not now.
He couldn't get mad. He couldn't... Maybe he was misunderstanding. Maybe this was all wrong. Fakir seemed like such a straight-laced guy, even if he was a jerk.
So he had to be straight, and stop beating around the bush, and he tried to keep the venom out of his voice when he asked, "So if you're with Ahiru, and Rosette's just an acquaintance..." He couldn't... Joshua couldn't keep his cool.
Reaching out, he grabbed the front of the other teen's jacket, knuckles turning white from such a tight grip. "...then why did you sleep with her?!"
Even though Fakir had been ready for the blond to make a move, the action had happened too quickly for him to counter it. Again his stance faltered, but he swiftly raised a hand to where the other boy had seized his coat, attempting to pry the grip off.
Irrationally, Fakir felt his anger building all over again - anger over everything that had been happening lately, all rolling together into one furious ball.
"I didn't want to!" he shot back heatedly. "It was a stupid curse day! And your pushy sister wouldn't bloody leave me alone!"
It wasn't his fault. It wasn't. He told her to go away. She beat down his door. She started it!
Fakir had said the exact opposite of what Joshua had wanted to hear, and without thinking, he shoved with all his might to slam Fakir back against the door. He was far too furious to even notice that Fakir was trying to dislodge his grip.
"Excuse me?! My sister's no harlot! She would never do that with anyone before marriage! She might be a tomboy, but she's God-fearing, and she would never disgrace herself like that, cursed or not! You took advantage of her! Admit it!"
The ex-knight winced when his back hit the solid barrier, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. He still kept a firm grip over Joshua's hold on him, prying against it more force.
Joshua acted a lot like his sister - rushing in without thinking. Getting mad about stupid things! No, it wasn't stupid, his mind challenged him amidst the boy's angry accusations. He has every right to get upset about this.
But Fakir didn't want to listen to reason. Not even his own conscious. He grit his teeth, pulling against Joshua's tight grip. "How would you know!?" he countered venomously. "You weren't even there! She got awfully touchy after barging into my room. I tried to push her out and she persisted--"
But his voice cut off before the rest of his words could form. Fakir couldn't deny that he had given in and made the first move.
There was nothing to think anymore. Joshua's mind was blank and numb, and he was quite positive that he was suddenly seeing red. Quite suddenly, his grip went slack, allowing Fakir to shove that hand with marvelous ease.
But the other fist was already flying, and he didn't even feel it when it cracked against Fakir's jaw, knocking him to the side and right onto the ground. "Is that right?! Did she force you?! Someone who used to be a knight? Give me a break!"
Dropping down to his knees, he swung again, not satisfied until he saw blood on his knuckles. "She wouldn't have done that! And if she had, you could have stopped her! You're not only an adulterer, but you dragged my sister into your disgusting hobby! She gave her virginity up to some bastard who only thinks of her as some acquaintance! That wasn't how it was ever supposed to be! She was supposed to stay pure! No matter what I-- No matter what I turned into!"
Fakir had been too preoccupied with the grip on his jacket to even see - or prepare for Joshua's punch before it struck and sent him reeling to floor. But the shock subsided when he felt the throb of pain and tasted blood in his mouth.
"What the hell are you do--" he sputtered out furiously, but barely had time to blink, much less defend himself before the fist came again, striking a second time. Fakir vaguely registered each of the blond's accusations and his angry words, a spot of guilt in his twisting inside of him.
And still, still he refused to let himself feel that way all over again. He'd never, ever cheat on Ahiru on purpose! He'd fought the goddamn curse! He really had! And all he wanted was to be left alone that day! If Rosette had listened to him, like she should have, everything would have been fine!
He wanted to yell every word of it to Joshua and get it through the boy's raging head, but all that managed to escape his mouth was choking cough.
He had just been about to strike again when he heard the cough, and his fist froze, trembling in rage. Slowly, he lowered it, knuckles cracking as he flexed his fingers out.
Joshua would not apologize. It was Fakir who had sinned, and obviously tricked Rosette into doing something so outrageous. "If there was anywhere better to go, I'd take Rosette away from here so that she didn't have to keep living under the same roof as you."
Standing up, he grabbed a fistful of Fakir's jacket once more. Without his illness to stop him, Joshua was able to feel his adrenaline rush like this and not worry about losing his breath and collapsing. He could almost feel...like he used to. With the horns. A tiny fraction of that strange...power...
After making sure the other boy was standing, he dragged him over to the door and opened it up, but stopped just short of throwing him out. Instead he held him on the threshold and stepped close, close enough so that he could look him in the eye and growl just under his breath for the other to hear. Somewhere inside his eyes that old demon and apostle hybrid sparked to life, and his lips twisted into a sneer.
"I don't care what you used to be...or what you are now. To me, you're lower than dirt, and I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty if I need to. Touch my sister again...ever...or insult her...look at her funny...say her name wrong...and nobody will be able to recognize your face when I'm through with you. Are we clear?"
Finished, he flung Fakir away from him before slamming the door in his face.
Fakir stared at the door for a moment after Joshua had thrown it shut, wiping a sleeve against his bleeding mouth as he glared at it in silence. Maybe he'd deserved that on some level, but even if that were the case, he didn't like whatever that...look was that had been in Joshua's eyes. The blond still wasn't completely stable.
He felt a brief flash of fear blossom inside against his will - fear for the people he cared about. Whenever someone was pissed off at him, they all tried to take it out on someone he cared about.
...Would he be able to protect them if Rosette's crazy brother were to snap all over again?
As he stalked away, irritated, bloodied, and guilt-ridden despite his attempts to quell it, Fakir hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Rating; PG-13 for mild violence
Characters; Joshua [ apostleofhope ] and Fakir [ sword_and_quill ]
Summary; Joshua requests a private chat with Fakir to find out the truth about the Ex-Knight's relationship with his sister, Rosette. And Fakir tells him exactly what he doesn't want to hear.
Log; Joshua wasn't quite sure what he was feeling at the moment. Anger, disgust...fear. He couldn't believe that he had been so slow to figure it out. But that crazy girl a week ago had said something about Rosette....with a...knight...?
Ex-knight was a good enough lead.
Hands clenched, Joshua was quiet as he walked down the narrow hallway to his room, expecting Fakir to follow behind. The teenager didn't want to discuss this where others could hear, and since it was the middle of the day, he expected everyone to be busy. Rosette apparently busy with that Count planning the food eating contest... Joshua really wasn't thrilled with the idea, but when his sister challenged him, it was hard to say no.
Still, that was something that he would deal with later. For now, he had business with a certain dancer.
Once he reached the small room he was staying in, Joshua opened the door and stepped in, waiting for Fakir to enter before he briskly shut the door.
The entire situation set Fakir off-guard, somehow. It was too sudden. And he wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone - except for Autor, who he planned to confront later.
The ex-knight felt like he was wasting valuable time that could be spent focusing on other issues. What was this guy's problem, anyway? He couldn't call his sister childish? Fakir frowned slightly at that thought. He wouldn't really stand for it if anyone picked on Rue about something, either.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Fakir assumed a neutral and slightly irritated stance after entering into the blonde's room, attempting not to outright glare in annoyance. "Alright, what?"
Joshua was used to Fakir's brisk attitude, and considering the poor deeds Joshua had commited to everybody in the Opera House in the past, he felt the coldness was well deserved...but that didn't stop him from centering an angry look on the other boy.
"What's your relationship with my sister?"
Did he even want to know? He wasn't really sure, but he had already asked, and there was no backing out now.
To say the question took Fakir by surprise would be an understatement. His green eyes widened, his confident stance and posture faltering, arms dropping from their cross position.
Had Rosette told him? But she'd been the one who insisted the last person she wanted to find out was her brother! Hadn't they both firmly agreed to put it behind them and forget about it?
And why now of all times? He had enough to deal with already!
Swallowing, Fakir attempted to clear his throat, refusing to back down from the other boy's gaze. What was he supposed to tell him?
"Acquaintances, I guess," he offered quickly, re-crossing his arms.
The loss of composure told Joshua more than enough, and he felt his gut twist. This...jerk and his sister had...? His sister?
Gritting his teeth, Joshua stepped closer, blue eyes glittering as he tried to stay calm. "You guess? And what about you and that Ahiru girl? I thought you were a couple or something."
Fakir held is his ground, though he could easily tell his reaction and response had set the boy off even further. Just bloody great. It wasn't as though it was his fault, anyway. It was a curse.
Goddammit, just who told Rosette's brother about it? He didn't want to deal with this!
"We are," he stated simply, but firmly, eyes narrowing in irritation.
Fakir had felt enough guilt over this already. He didn't need it all over again. Not now.
He couldn't get mad. He couldn't... Maybe he was misunderstanding. Maybe this was all wrong. Fakir seemed like such a straight-laced guy, even if he was a jerk.
So he had to be straight, and stop beating around the bush, and he tried to keep the venom out of his voice when he asked, "So if you're with Ahiru, and Rosette's just an acquaintance..." He couldn't... Joshua couldn't keep his cool.
Reaching out, he grabbed the front of the other teen's jacket, knuckles turning white from such a tight grip. "...then why did you sleep with her?!"
Even though Fakir had been ready for the blond to make a move, the action had happened too quickly for him to counter it. Again his stance faltered, but he swiftly raised a hand to where the other boy had seized his coat, attempting to pry the grip off.
Irrationally, Fakir felt his anger building all over again - anger over everything that had been happening lately, all rolling together into one furious ball.
"I didn't want to!" he shot back heatedly. "It was a stupid curse day! And your pushy sister wouldn't bloody leave me alone!"
It wasn't his fault. It wasn't. He told her to go away. She beat down his door. She started it!
Fakir had said the exact opposite of what Joshua had wanted to hear, and without thinking, he shoved with all his might to slam Fakir back against the door. He was far too furious to even notice that Fakir was trying to dislodge his grip.
"Excuse me?! My sister's no harlot! She would never do that with anyone before marriage! She might be a tomboy, but she's God-fearing, and she would never disgrace herself like that, cursed or not! You took advantage of her! Admit it!"
The ex-knight winced when his back hit the solid barrier, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. He still kept a firm grip over Joshua's hold on him, prying against it more force.
Joshua acted a lot like his sister - rushing in without thinking. Getting mad about stupid things! No, it wasn't stupid, his mind challenged him amidst the boy's angry accusations. He has every right to get upset about this.
But Fakir didn't want to listen to reason. Not even his own conscious. He grit his teeth, pulling against Joshua's tight grip. "How would you know!?" he countered venomously. "You weren't even there! She got awfully touchy after barging into my room. I tried to push her out and she persisted--"
But his voice cut off before the rest of his words could form. Fakir couldn't deny that he had given in and made the first move.
There was nothing to think anymore. Joshua's mind was blank and numb, and he was quite positive that he was suddenly seeing red. Quite suddenly, his grip went slack, allowing Fakir to shove that hand with marvelous ease.
But the other fist was already flying, and he didn't even feel it when it cracked against Fakir's jaw, knocking him to the side and right onto the ground. "Is that right?! Did she force you?! Someone who used to be a knight? Give me a break!"
Dropping down to his knees, he swung again, not satisfied until he saw blood on his knuckles. "She wouldn't have done that! And if she had, you could have stopped her! You're not only an adulterer, but you dragged my sister into your disgusting hobby! She gave her virginity up to some bastard who only thinks of her as some acquaintance! That wasn't how it was ever supposed to be! She was supposed to stay pure! No matter what I-- No matter what I turned into!"
Fakir had been too preoccupied with the grip on his jacket to even see - or prepare for Joshua's punch before it struck and sent him reeling to floor. But the shock subsided when he felt the throb of pain and tasted blood in his mouth.
"What the hell are you do--" he sputtered out furiously, but barely had time to blink, much less defend himself before the fist came again, striking a second time. Fakir vaguely registered each of the blond's accusations and his angry words, a spot of guilt in his twisting inside of him.
And still, still he refused to let himself feel that way all over again. He'd never, ever cheat on Ahiru on purpose! He'd fought the goddamn curse! He really had! And all he wanted was to be left alone that day! If Rosette had listened to him, like she should have, everything would have been fine!
He wanted to yell every word of it to Joshua and get it through the boy's raging head, but all that managed to escape his mouth was choking cough.
He had just been about to strike again when he heard the cough, and his fist froze, trembling in rage. Slowly, he lowered it, knuckles cracking as he flexed his fingers out.
Joshua would not apologize. It was Fakir who had sinned, and obviously tricked Rosette into doing something so outrageous. "If there was anywhere better to go, I'd take Rosette away from here so that she didn't have to keep living under the same roof as you."
Standing up, he grabbed a fistful of Fakir's jacket once more. Without his illness to stop him, Joshua was able to feel his adrenaline rush like this and not worry about losing his breath and collapsing. He could almost feel...like he used to. With the horns. A tiny fraction of that strange...power...
After making sure the other boy was standing, he dragged him over to the door and opened it up, but stopped just short of throwing him out. Instead he held him on the threshold and stepped close, close enough so that he could look him in the eye and growl just under his breath for the other to hear. Somewhere inside his eyes that old demon and apostle hybrid sparked to life, and his lips twisted into a sneer.
"I don't care what you used to be...or what you are now. To me, you're lower than dirt, and I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty if I need to. Touch my sister again...ever...or insult her...look at her funny...say her name wrong...and nobody will be able to recognize your face when I'm through with you. Are we clear?"
Finished, he flung Fakir away from him before slamming the door in his face.
Fakir stared at the door for a moment after Joshua had thrown it shut, wiping a sleeve against his bleeding mouth as he glared at it in silence. Maybe he'd deserved that on some level, but even if that were the case, he didn't like whatever that...look was that had been in Joshua's eyes. The blond still wasn't completely stable.
He felt a brief flash of fear blossom inside against his will - fear for the people he cared about. Whenever someone was pissed off at him, they all tried to take it out on someone he cared about.
...Would he be able to protect them if Rosette's crazy brother were to snap all over again?
As he stalked away, irritated, bloodied, and guilt-ridden despite his attempts to quell it, Fakir hoped it wouldn't come to that.