#leethality

[artsycervidae]

Chucks this at @leethality because I know they can appreciate a good insect pun. Love you, thank you for being my longtime mutual and for supporting me even when you don't go here.

Be careful Shinobu, you could take a guy's head off with a book that size.

[cryptocirclez]

Chtristmas gift for you

Leethal company boombox

waow holy shit boombox. forme. thankiyluuuuu merfy crhimmms

[pastadoughie]

gives u a leethal radiation dose cutely ^_^

i swoled unranium &now my eyebal feeals fuzy

[moodytoots]

leethality replied to your post: Someone scream at me to sketch, that book is...

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

You make a compelling argument. lmao

[lacnunga]

leethality replied to your post “i made a fucking terrible mistake- i reblogged a popular post that...”

Should be Settings> notifications then turn off the conversational notifications?

i just tried that so we’ll have to see if that works in the next few hours; should be pretty easy to check since there was a new comment coming in every few mins

[anxiouscervidae]

@leethality @eidolonshiva @heyneon @moodytoots thank you for the support! I will carry it with me for luck. ❤️

Nervous about my interview tomorrow

Leave me words of strength if you have any to spare please

[introverses]

Happy birthday mun :D

@leethality

//Thank you~! ^^

[knithacker]

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[raven-nyuugao]

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[ninbinary]

it is now the (i didn't bother to look up)-th anniversary of this post, during which i considered re-subtitling my blog "peristaltic leer goblin's humor niblets"

sometimes I think I should queue things...

..so they get posted at a time when anyone else is online, but then I remember the quality of the things I have to say (peristaltic leer goblin's humor niblets) and am like, "no, drop it on the porch in the hours when no one else is around and about; the wind will make sure it's gone before anyone looks out, which is as it should be"

[justauthoring]

A Song About Love

Request: Hi! Can I request a geralt x reader where the reader is an elemental and a slave to the king and had been Geralt first love who he thought was dead. So, when Jaskier and geralt are in the castle jaskier sneaks down the wrong door and finds her, telling geralt which prosides to geralt finding her and a really heartwarming/romantic encounter. The king finds out they are escaping and she reveals her powers and saves both of them which leads to a romantic smut of the reader and geralt. Requested by: @dark-night-sky-99​ Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader Word Count: 1, 634

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Truthfully, he’d just been wondering to occupy his time.

Thinking back now, he should’ve just stayed by Geralt’s side. But, he’d never been one for listening and sometimes (he couldn’t help it) his curiosity got the better of him. Plus, the King was an ass from what he could tell and Jaskier had no real want to be around his insufferable self for a moment longer.

So, instead, he elected upon the idea of sneaking down into the dungeons of the King’s castle and exploring an area he certainly was not allowed to. An area Jaskier is positive that if he was found in, the King would -- quite possibly -- have his head.

The thrill of danger had never stopped him before, however. He followed a damned Witcher on the daily, after all.

And your door is just too tempting not to peek in at. Oddly enough, it’s the first room he’s seen in this dungeon beside the cages. It’s clearly designed differently, but if the bar on the outside gives Jaskier any clues, he imagines it to be no different that the cages that surround it. Maybe a little more... what was the word?

Fancy.

Fancy for a cage that was.

It was also considerably more barred than anything else in that dungeon. There was not just one bar, but a multitude of them. As if whatever was on the inside was powerful enough to break through one metal bar... Whatever was on the other side of that door was clearly dangerous. It filled Jaskier with an immeasurable amount of excitement.

There’s a little window to peek in at. Jaskier takes it upon himself to slide the slate open, leaning up a little on his toes to peer inside. He’s not really sure what he expects to see. But a frail looking woman is certainly not on his list.

Jaskier’s brows twitch in curiosity, watching you for a moment. You don’t really notice him, your back turned to the door, head dipped down. There’s a soft hum leaving your lips, and something glows before you. But Jaskier can’t properly see what it is. It’s a red and orange hue of sorts, but your frame is covering him from seeing anything more.

Biting his lower lip, Jaskier leans back with the intent to open the door. But as he does so, a voice booms;

“Bard!”

It causes him to jump, instantly assuming he’d been caught until he turns his head and finds the familiar yellow eyes of Geralt. He instantly calms at the sight, shoulders sagging with relief as the Witcher bounds up to him; quickly and urgently. “Geralt, I--”

“We shouldn’t be down here.” He says sharply, cutting Jaskier off. “We should go. Before your idiocy gets us caught.”

“But--!”

“No, buts. Lets--”

“Geralt?” 

It’s a new voice. A softer, weak and somewhat raspy sounding voice. Instantly, Jaskier’s head snaps back towards the door, staring at the now shut slate as Geralt turns to it in confusion. For a brief moment, his narrowed eyes flicker back towards Jaskier who races his head in surrender before he leans forward, pulling the slate open.

Your eyes peek through.

“Is that really you?”

Jaskier takes note of the way Geralt’s shoulders instantly tense. But not in the same way they did when there’s was danger nearing, it was... different, somehow. His entire stature changes as your eyes remain on Geralt’s only, having to push yourself up just to see through the slate. 

“Y/N...” Geralt’s voice is low. A hum, almost. Jaskier is sure he’s never heard the man sound quite like that before.

“It is you,” even if he can’t see you, Jaskier can sense the small smile that grows on your lips by the tone of your voice. “I... I thought i’d never see you again.”

Geralt doesn’t say anything. Jaskier takes it upon himself to. “You know each other?”

Instantly, your eyes fall on Jaskier, fear flooding your gaze. It settles uncomfortably in Jaskier’s stomach and he frowns, loosing the chestire grin and softening his gaze in hopes of showing you he means no harm. Geralt just simply glares at him, stepping back and beginning the tedious work of unlocking all five bars that keep you trapped on the other side of that door.

When the door is open, you’re in nothing more than a tattered dress with a cuff connected to a chain against the wall around your ankle.

Instantly, you fall into Geralt’s arms. He holds you carefully, keeping you steady and returning the embrace for a moment before pulling back, eyes flickering across yourself in search of injuries. Jaskier think it’s to be pointless; anyone could tell you’re worse for wear by one look into your gaze. You looked... afraid, frightened even.

Scuff marks cover your entire self. Dirt is stuck to your cheeks, your hair a tattered mess. As you wobble on your feet, Jaskier’s eyes is brought down to your ankle, where burn marks reside from the cuff. You look tired, skinny (unbearably so -- like you haven’t been fed in days) and most of all, you just look... sad. That’s the only word Jaskier can find to describe the expression in your eyes.

“We’re getting you out of here,” Geralt says firmly, pulling back to lean down, grabbing the chain gently in his heads.

“You can’t. He’ll -- the King -- will have your head. I... I already tried to escaping, I don’t want to--”

Geralt stops you with one look. “I will free you from here. If I had known you’d been here, I would’ve came a lot sooner.”

Jaskier’s brows furrow; “I mean no offence, my lady, but... why would the King want you?”

You frown up at the boy, hesitant. A nod from Geralt assures you it’s okay and with a shaky breath, you race your hand, your fingers stretching outwards as the same red and orange hue glows. It’s fire. You’re conjuring fire from your very own fingers.

“Oh,” Jaskier frowns, “you’re an elemental.”

You nod.

With one tug of his brute strength, Geralt manages to free you from the chain. The cuff was still locked around your ankle, but none of you have very much time to dwell on it. “The King, he’ll... he’ll come down soon,” you explain, voice shaky. “He will... if he finds us, i’ll never get away. He already put fire-resistant metal bars on the door, I... I don’t want to be stuck here forever, Geralt.”

Geralt glances at Jaskier, who nods, not eager to be on the reciprocating end of this King’s wrath. With that Geralt turns to you, taking you into his arms and rushing forward, his steps quick. Jaskier follows closely behind, his head consistently turning behind him in fear of being caught.

And for a while, nothing happens. The three of you actually manage to make it outside, just by the gates. But, the King and his guards are already there, waiting for you.

“Witcher,” the King boasts, “I do believe you have something of mine.”

No one says anything. But the look in Geralt’s eyes is deadly.

“I’m afraid i’ll need her back before you can leave.”

With a glance around, Jaskier realizes just what kind of trouble you’re all in. You’re completely surrounded, a guard at every corner, and even the Witcher himself wasn’t that good to defeat every single one of them. A sinking feeling erupts within Jaskier and for the first time, he wonders if he’ll actually make it out of this one alive.

Geralt tasks him with the job of keeping you safe while he valiantly fights off any guard that comes his way. But, he is overpowered eventually. Jaskier watches with fear in his gaze Geralt is knocked down to his knees, a grunt of pain leaving his lips as he slashed across the chest.

In the next second, you’re ripping yourself from his gaze.

“No!” Your voice booms, interrupting everything and creating a domino-effect of silence. Jaskier is nearly knocked off his own feet at the power behind your voice, stumbling backwards. He watches with wide eyes as you position yourself directly before Geralt, protecting him with your body, hands held out before yourself.

“You know it’s futile, witch.” The King laughs, “I will never let you go.”

“I am not your toy,” you growl, voice leethal. It’s so different then the feeble tone Jaskier had heard you speak in moments ago. You are so different then from then. Something within you has changed and even having only known you for no more than twenty minutes, Jaskier feels as if this was who you were. Before you were... broken.

“I never was.”

A wave of fire leaves your hands, directed towards the King. Just the King. A wave of heat hits Jaskier in the face, making his skin grow hot. But he barely pays mind to it, amazed at the sight before him.

The King falls to his back. His guards rush forward with the intent to protect, enact revenge, anything, but a swipe of your hand as them screaming in pain as their skin burns and they’re knocked back.

Eventually, any guards remaining realize; maybe it’s just not worth their life. They flee within seconds.

You stand there for a moment, chest rising and falling rapidly, before your legs wobble beneath you. You sway for a moment longer and then, you’re falling.

Geralt catches you swiftly in his arms.

There’s a moment of confusion, exhaustion, you blinking slowly up at Geralt before your lips curve up into a soft smile. Your hand rises slowly, falling on his cheek. “You found me...”

And Geralt just smirks; “I told you I would.”

And Jaskier can’t help but think, this will make a song that’ll go down in history.

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Let me know what you thought?

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

Leethall’s Resolve: Family Problems Part 16

Written by @Leethal_SASBDB

Leethall entered the bedroom he had been granted after he was finally let out of the medical suite at the brotherhood compound. The room was pale-blue and stuffed with antiques and exquisite furniture that made him want to hang himself. He had never been one for the stuffy shit, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t the antiques driving him up a wall. It was what his life had turned into. He had started work at ZeroSum, waiting tables to help him get his temper under control, as per the King’s demand. His boss was a shadow and the sheer terror the dude infused into Leethall was enough to keep him shackled while on the job. Regular training sessions with the trainees and private lessons with Tohrment also kept him more calm than anything had previously. His aggression had some natural outlets and he could actually feel his fighting abilities improving, even if he still kept to himself. That had to stop now, though. After his last training session with Tohrment, the brother had demanded that Leethall made good on the Queen’s demand of him trying to become a member of their family and show up to Last Meal. Leethall stepped into the bathroom and threw his sports clothes into the laundry chute before taking a long shower as he tried preparing himself. This was the part of his punishment he dreaded the most. The training was exhausting, sure, but he got his aggression out of his body and became a better fighter. The waiter job was irritating, but at least he got to see Mehgan once in a while which was what pulled him through. But the whole family bonding thing… Not his deal, not by a longshot. But he had accepted his punishment and even his Mahmen had wished he found himself a proper family. This was going to be difficult though. Leethall remembered how unwanted he had been growing up. A bastard child born of a female society claimed was rejected by a brother. The vampire society had made it clear he was unwanted and unwelcome and he had happily obliged the moment his Mahmen had passed onto the fade. After he completed the grieving, he had bolted since nothing tied him to his Mahmen’s family. He also had a sneaking suspicion they were happy he was no longer their burden. With a groan he stepped out of the shower, catching an eyeful of himself in the mirror. Fuck, he really looked like his maternal father, didn’t he, bruises from Tohrment’s interrogation aside. Same jawline, face contours even the eyes were the same. His hair color was from his Mahmen but the rest was all his father, even he could see it. A mixture of emotions ran through Leethall, the initial ones being hatred, vengeance and aggression. But it was only fleeting as the shame in him bubbled up. He remembered Mehgan’s words about releasing the anger towards Rhage and Leethall had already decided she was right. Mouthing off and throwing punches had so far only gotten his ass beaten several times, on top of his flipping his lid in front of Mehgan, the last person he wanted to be aggressive in front of. Man, he really had already fucked himself over, hadn’t he? He needed to try harder and that started with showing up for a meal, as much as he’d like to pussy out. The feeling of being unwanted was one he wasn’t particularly looking forward to and he had a feeling the entire brotherhood would be more than happy to skin him for having mouthed off to Rhage on several occasions, not to mention the medic with the goatee and face tattoo. But he had to try, unless he wanted to face repercussions from ignoring his punishment from the King and Queen. He got dressed quickly, in a grey long sleeve and a pair of slacks, the shoes being dress-shoes #Fritz had provided for him. Once he was out his room, he found a little dark corner he could be in, staying out of the brotherhood’s way as they all made their way to Last Meal. The dining room was slowly filling with plenty of voices, among them Leethall could hear Rhage having a grand time with his family. An urgent need to simply retreat to his room started swelling. What the hell was he doing trying to achieve anything? He didn’t belong and given how he had acted, he sure as shit would not be welcome at their table, there was just no way! A large hand landed at the base of his neck, giving it a firm squeeze and @TohrSASRP ‘s baritone voice filled his ears. “Don’t start pussing out, kid. Apologize when you get the chance. You just stepped out of line and fucked up. Rhage does it all the time, so he won’t hold it against you as long as you start dialing down that attitude” he said, his voice oddly gentle as if he tried to encourage Leethall to actually enter. It wasn’t long before Tohrment stepped away from him and headed into the dining hall, Lethal followed a bit behind him, if nothing else, then because he knew he would never muster the courage to go there otherwise. Leethall found an open seat by the edge of the table, thankful no one was sitting around him. He listened to all the conversation, the cheeriness, familiarity and the warmth. Immediately he was back in his memories with his Mahmen’s family. The feeling was the same, the feeling of being secluded and cut off from everyone at the table, only this time around it was his father’s family, not his Mahmen’s. He caught a glimpse of Rhage at the other end of the table, the male so attentive to the human called Mary. The male was gentle with her and when he wasn’t sending her tender looks of affection, he was looking at everyone else with joy on his face. It made Leethall want to bolt right out of the room and go punch things, but he forced his ass to stay in place, even if he hardly ate anything. When the meal finally came to a close, Leethgall was the first out of his chair and up the grand staircase in the foyer. He retracted to his room and got out of the clothes, collapsing onto the massive bed, only to end up staring up at the ceiling. As he laid there in the darkness he recounted all the shit he had pulled ever since he had woken up at the brotherhood compound. Everyone he had mouthed off to, insulted in hopes they would simply kill him and get it over with, but they hadn’t. Instead they had… Well, trapped him was one way of putting it, but in a sense they had taken him in, hadn’t they? Rhage had said it once, no child of a brother was to be abandoned. And the guy had honestly tried a few times and gotten nothing but shit from Leethall. Leethall bit his lower lip, taking in the pain as it was still busted from Tohr’s fist saying ‘Haydee-Ho’ to it just a few days prior. He needed to make all of it right, and try to start fresh. And that meant eating gravel and being a proper male about things. He needed to offer Rhage a rhythe for all the shit he’d put him through over the course of a few days and maybe the goatee medic as well, for busting up his medical suite. It was just about the only thing he could think of to properly clear the air.

[mary-luce]

All Hands on Deck: Family Problems Part 15

*@Rhage_SASBDB came to talk to me before his nightly rotation in downtown Caldwell, apparently @TohrSASRP obtained some interesting information after his session with @Leethall_SASBDB. Females are going missing in Caldwell and it’s been confirmed by a few sources both in and out of the city. My heart constricted knowing the ordeal we dealt with almost a decade ago with Lash. Was it going to be a repeat? Though there have been no bodies left for us find … so what was the Lessening Army doing with the poor females. 

Rhage inquired about the capacity at #SafePlace and I recalled that we had several rooms available after a few of our females found jobs and were able to afford their own living arrangements. I had to remind him though that #SafePlae only allows for females and children. He nodded as stated that there were plans to create an alternative for the males of the family in the need should arise. 

He hugged me tight and told him that when I leave the manse and arrive at #SafePlace to text him immediately. He was always so anxious since he could not locate me by blood echo like the rest of the Brotherhood could with their shellans. I understood his anxiety about my safety. As always, I made my promise to him. He kissed me reverently and left to meet up with his partner for the night along with some trainees.

We didn’t even have much time to talk about Tohr’s session with Leethal and if he was fine. Of course, since we weren’t speaking in the underground clinic … everything must have been fine. I started to worry again about how Leethall was doing. @Beth_Marklon mentioned to us about what Wrath @LordOfTheManse and her had decided. I felt it was fair and that it was sneaky of her to try and help with their father/son relationship. I was grateful. I knew it was eating Rhage up inside even if he wouldn’t admit it.

I pulled up my laptop and started to confirm what rooms were available and what #SafePlace could offer in accommodations. Marissa, Rhym and I needed to plan a new intake process if an emergency arises. I took out my cell phone and texted the group to meet up an hour and that we meet with Beth, @BellaRAhgony and @ChosesnAislinn as well, who take shifts at #SafePlace. All hands on deck … it looks like the whole manse will be joining the new warfare against the Omega and his stinking army.*

[moodytoots]

@leethality what makes my blood just boil even more is i cant even be mad at anyone but myself ME im the one who drops and dips from work at a sobbing phone call bc our dickweed fiance that we were told FROM THE BEGINNING WAS BAD WITH SO MANY REDFLAGS TED BUNDY IS LAUGHING to CONSOLE SOMEONE WHO WAS BROKEN UP WITH VIA TEXT and then have the audacity to think 3 days notice to take me to a preventive medical procedure would be ok, bc truly it isnt her fault that id dip from work for that four years ago for her and then expect the same kinda shit nah its my fault for being readily available to drop and do for anyone i get that expecting anyone given 3 days notice of this would find it difficult to call out of work and thats not sarcasm but god damn if my rejection sensitive dysphoric ass isn't gonna have a breakdown about it bc i dont have a spouse or even a parent that can help me out with shit like this fuck

[lacnunga]

leethality replied to your post “i wanna listen to all of critical role but there’s just so much of it”

me too ;_; idk how to even start...that's so many thing

i mean we should be happy bc more stuff but sometimes its overwhelming

[beth-marklon]

Consequences Leethall’s Punishment: FamilyProblems Part 12

Written with @WrathTheKing and @Leethall_SASBDB.

Leethall: Leethall was pacing in the hallway he had been lead to, a pair of closed double doors ahead of him. It didn’t take a genius to know what was behind that pair of doors and Leethall had often thought about how it would feel to be outside them, awaiting whatever harshness was inside. Yes, the office belonging to the King of the race was indeed one to be feared, if one was facing judgment. The King’s word was final, after all with no room for appeal, pleas or anything in between. To sum up, everything he was charged with, he could start with tracking and killing lessers outside the Brotherhood’s knowledge. Highly illegal and very frowned upon. Next up would be smashing up the medical suite he’d been stuck in and last of all, running his mouth to more than one member of the Brotherhood. All very serious charges, though Leethall had a sneaking suspicion he’d be alive once he got out of the office behind the closed doors. The question was just how many limbs would still be attached to his body and somewhat working once the King was done beating him to a pulp, and whether or not the Brotherhood would join in on the said beating. Had Leethall prepared a defense? Of course not. He owned his actions like any male should, facing whatever consequences they brought, even if that meant he’d need more medical attention than when he first got to the Brotherhood’s hell hole. And to top it off, they had even revealed the identity of his father, the Brother Rhage, the biggest of the bunch who suddenly was ready to admit he wronged a female many years ago. Just about 76 years too late and just about 24 years after her death. Leethall caught the eye of his reflection, seeing how his own blue eyes matched those of Rhage. Hell, he really did look like that fucker, didn’t he?! But no matter. What mattered right now was the fact he was about to face the King’s judgment, sealing his fate for the foreseeable future, if not the rest of his life. Leethall hoped for the beating and then him being hurled out of the manse at warp speed, even if it was close to sunrise. It was far better than anything else that could happen to him at this point.

Beth: *I paced back and forth on the beautiful rug in front of the fireplace as Wrath sat on this throne behind his desk. #George relaxing on his dog bed next to him. Leethall was scheduled for a command performance in a few minutes and I knew that Wrath was contemplating what to do with the kid. Kid … he was older than me. Even after the last few years, it was hard to swallow sometimes how long vampires live. I mean centuries.*

So what’s the plan exactly Wrath? Put him in the training program so he can fight against lessers properly and then what? He still trashed the medical suite and he’s not dealing well with finding out about Rhage. Perhaps we can do something to help?

Wrath: *Rubbing my eyes after deep thought. I motioned for Beth to come to sit in my lap.  As she did I placed a kiss upon her lips.* “I have come to a decision. He will be enrolled in the training program after he serves a probationary period of 90 days at ZeroSum where he will learn the patience of waiting tables. Once his probation is over. V, Butch or Tohr will be in charge of his development. How does that sound?”

Beth: That sounds fair. He should be enrolled as a trainee, he is a son of a Brother and he definitely has the drive.

Waiting tables at a place like Zero Sum is a great idea. The Brother and the Shadows can keep an eye on him and he learns patience and humility.

I also want to somehow tack on that he needs to spend time with Rhage and the family. Perhaps we inform him that his room is in the Manse is mandatory forcing him to move in with us. He spends time with the family at meals and in turn … hopefully with Rhage. I know he’s worried and family is family.

*I share another kiss with my hellren and suggest we go ahead and call Leethall into the room. I get up from Wrath’s lap and stand beside him to keep up appearances.*

Leethall: Leethall kept on pacing as he waited, silently grateful for being alone outside the double doors leading to the office of the king. He took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down but his heart was insisting on beating at about a million miles per hour. Not exactly optimal, but there was no helping it. A sudden odd sensation at his left shin made the young vampire jump a little, moving away from what turned out to be a black cat rubbing against his shin. The cat didn’t seem to care and simply followed the escaped leg and rubbed up against it some more, closing its eyes halfway. Leethall heaved out a soft sigh and leaned down, softly stroking the beasts’ head. “Trying to calm me down? I wish it was that simple to do” he mumbled softly.

As a pair of doggen opened the doors and motioned for Leethall to enter, he nodded shortly, staying completely silent as the cat waltzed into the office ahead of him. Leethall followed, still not saying a single word. If he did start talking, he’d end up mouthing off and just pile onto the shitload of trouble he was in. Better to keep his flap shut and just accept whatever came. It was a good decision, especially concerning the female that stood by the king’s side. Breathtaking, especially for a half-breed and the red ruby on her finger suited her. A good match to the king, who looked even more menacing than the stories claimed. Despite the blindness of his king, Leethall bowed to both of them, keeping his head down and his mouth firmly shut while the cat sat by his left leg, as still as anything as it looked towards the king and queen of the race. Leethall didn’t want to offend and this was how he would go about that. With his head down and his jaw clenched as he received judgment.

Wrath: I saw Leethall coming into the study to receive the punishment for what he did to the clinic and going to hunt for lessers without permission. Leethall also had an attitude about him.  I breathed through my nostrils pretty heavily. Beth was rubbing my back keeping me calm.

“Leethall I’m going to cut to the chase. You’re hereby prohibited from hunting in the streets and you’ll serve three months at Zero Sum serving tables until you can learn some way to control your anger. I’ll be speaking with Trez and ask him to keep an eye on you and access your attitude. You will also be joining the training program effective immediately. Do you have any questions?”

Beth: *Wrath was quick and to the point and brash. I inwardly sighed. Scribe love him.* We would encourage you to really consider what we’re offering you. You need the training and the backup. Besides the alternative … would be unpleasant, to say the least. You will have a full free room and board here in the manse. We have plenty of space and … it would give you an unexpected opportunity to get to know Rhage and Mary.

I know this is a lot coming your way but think of it as a sort of latitude to get out your anger in a safe environment and learn how to destroy our enemy. Most of all you will not be out on your own anymore. We protect our family.

*I could clearly see the skepticism in his face and his anger so I pulled out the big guns.* Think about your mahmen … would she have wanted this for you? Truly? I can’t imagine a mahmen wanted her son out in the world alone and fighting with little skills when he could instead learn from the best and be protected all day here at the manse and most of all have /support/.

*I’d hope that keeping here inside the manse instead of the bunker would help out his relationship with Rhage. It was pretty low to pull the mahmen card but after learning he is Rhage’s son … he was family and I’ll be damned if I didn’t do everything in my power to keep him as safe as possible. I can play dirty.*

Leethall: Leethall could feel the King’s powerful voice resonate in his head. Say what you will, but the male knew how to demand respect just by being present and once he started speaking, he’d make a snake-pit seem hospitable. Leethall was grateful the King didn’t waste time beating around the bush and was rather surprised by the seemingly mild punishment issued by the King.

Once prompted if he had any questions, he finally spoke up, while still keeping his head down. “No, my Lord,” he said while mentally preparing himself to get out of the room and head back into the medical suite and change into his regular clothes and leave as soon as the sun was gone. However, when the Queen spoke, Leethall could feel his freedom slipping further and further away. Being banned from fighting and waiting tables were one thing, but what she was explaining was chaining him down and trapping him in the one situation he didn’t want to be in.

He finally lifted his head and looked to the royal pair, chaining his temper down completely. “With all due respect, my Queen” He stopped and thought of his next sentence carefully, considering the fact he was already trying to back out of his own punishment. “I’ve hardly earned any sort of protection, so I would much prefer death,” he said, making sure he was polite and not making demands, though that would surely be a shortcut to the death he would want.

As soon as the Queen continued, she brought up the one weakness Leethall had. His late mahmen and her wishes in regard to him and his current fate. Damn, this lady did not kid around. A very good match for the no-bullshit attitude of the King. “She would much prefer this for me”, he answered leaving out the parts where she had requested he accepted a family if he ever was offered one. “She would want me to aid in protecting the race most effectively” he merely said and tightened his fists, keeping his feelings on a tight leash as he has ever since he was very young. “Very well… I accept my punishment fully, though I have one question. Once my probation is over and my training complete, will I be permitted to leave should I not wish to remain?” he asked and looked towards both the King and Queen, hoping this answer would at least be in his favor.

Beth: *My small triumph is quickly dispelled as Leethall asked his question. What exactly is the definition of training complete? In my own head, I thought that the trainees went into the program to perhaps one day be Brothers. Wrath would surely take in their attributes and endeavors into account just as he had with Qhuinn. It would take at least a couple of years …*

So be it. After the /official/ end of the training, you may leave us if you so choose. *Hopefully after spending time with the trainees and with the family … he’d change his mind. I know we have changed others. We’re family here and he’s a part of it whether he likes it or not. I smile sweetly and put my palm on Wrath’s shoulders and gives a little squeeze before he’s about to stake his own opinion on the matter and try to use the bulldozing etiquette he is fond of using with the Brothers. This deserved a female’s touch.*

Deal?

Leethall: Leethall listened to the Queen’s reply, noting she placed a hand on her hellren’s shoulder, possibly to tell him she would like this to be granted for her sake. A request the King was most likely going to grant given how much she obviously meant to him. He bowed towards the couple, showing them the adequate respect.

“In that case, I accept my punishment with no objections nor pleads,” he said. He pondered over the term ‘official’ used by the Queen but quickly decided not to put too much thought into it. For now, he’d need to settle into his new cage and just endure the torture it would be to have to play family with a group of people he, at his very core, never wanted to have anything to within any sense or form at all. But it couldn’t be helped, he needed to simply roll with this and just get it over with. Stiff upper lip and whatever other bullshit people told themselves to get through the hardships of life.