#v:golden age

[asktheskinner]

A Time’s Parallel

Melchiah sighed pleasantly. His lips curled a gentle smile with the brushing fingers of the lake-sweet air brushed on his clean skin. The coming spring was making the courtyard tree blossom beautifully this year, he couldn't help but stare. Every year, the children loved to play in their branch and risk climbing the well-aged heights despite the scolding of the stronghold nuns. A soft pepper of a chuckle coming to mind to the foreknowledge that Brother Zephon somehow manages to save the children each time, being the advocate of these childish games.

The boy was always a boy and perhaps, that is the innocence in his precious soul that saved him from his higher duties under the Lord-Guardians' commandments. Everyone had them, even Malek's young squire.

"Come along, Brother Rahab. We have to watch the new boys training!" A loud voice urged, still brimming of eager energy despite the hour. From his solitude of meditation, Melchiah looked on. The older man dressed in his simple robes of gentle gold and doe-white watched as Dumah, strong and stout with youth scarred by young man's battles, practically dragged the ever-patient Rahab behind him.

"Brother please," Rahab hummed - his voice was always controlled and careful, even on a friend's ear - but it edged of mature amusement, "We both know you just like to tease them on mistakes." Such easy observation made the somewhat younger knight huff with that characteristic little puff of cheeks and stiff thickening of the neck before it became a wild, ease smile to the raven-locked mane. "W-well yeah! To make them better. Its boring making spar with squires who can't tell a parry from a riposte." Rahab finally reclaimed himself with a quick halt of his walking boots and fixed at his outer blue robes, his scarred lips an easy smile. "It took me years to teach you." He remarked, making Dumah gag in the attempt of defence but his good nature couldn't bring even a white lie that Melchiah to be proud of. Then his violet eyes flicked over once before quickly gaining ground to change the subject with a wave, "Ah! Good 'morrow Father Melchiah. We didn't see you there, smelling the flowers again?"

"You didn't see." Rahab remarked with a brush of elbow as he approached into the courtyard for a gentle bow of respect to the cleric, "Good 'morrow, Father." Melchiah was lost a moment as he gave a gentle chuckle, "Please, it is little need for such formalities, Brother Rahab." The title given made the mariner bubble his gentle chuckle while Dumah struts over like a prize stallion, "Of course. Have our Lord given you a peaceful light today?" With a grip on his wood-creaking knee, Melchiah heaved himself almost gracefully. A misstep and both younger men were instinctive to try and catch him. Thank the Lord's grace, the cleric was able to easily adjust with a gentle palm of relent and smile of gratitude. "Yes, he has, Young Rahab. He has given me the vision of two boys who have grown to two noble protectors of His mercy and grace. I see our brotherhood's teachings in you and it brings me a ease to my heart that you two have been so eager to see our next generation."

This provoked a little smile of tease from Rahab and a glance of those ice-blues to Dumah's momentary stiffening and uneasy smile. Melchiah himself had a playful little smile on his lips and glint to his hazel eyes that matched the sun's kiss on his perfectly shaved pate. "Come, Brother Dumah. Let us see our sires."

"Y-Yes, Father Melchiah."  Dumah says, the same tone he always gave with Melchiah's playful little lessons. The older man waved his sleeved hand and let the defeated knight lead on while Rahab and he walked side-to-side, entering the hall's cool shade.

The peering light of the dying afternoon pierced at the heavily stained glasswork of the stronghold's windows. The three marched through with the smell of battle thick still and the hollering sweet to memories until finally Dumah in his warlike pride, threw the iron-brazen doors ajar with his armoured arms wide as if to take all of the glory of battle upon himself as the winds of slaughter blew at his quilted coat's tails like a pseudo cape and armoured claws clinching.

"Hahaha, look brothers!" He hollered out to promptly announce of their arrival to the battle between their vanguard forces and the desperate warriors of the rogue vampire's human protectors. All of them thralls from different parts of Nosgoth, dangerous and perfect sport for three clans. "See the blood that my clan and happily paint on this fool's precious courtyard! It makes a lord proud does it not?"

Rahab wipes the blood rolling over his curved scimitar along the sleeve of his arm, his voice muffled into a dark dreary through the slits of his jaded mask, "Our clans, Brother. See how the unity of our power trumps over even the elder powers that dare to deny our Father."

From the flank, Melchiah drifted under his brothers' shadow like a wraith. His death-mask a cracked visage of a beautiful white-gold angel after one of the traitor vampires dared to strike at him. His red-velvet quilted coat tattered in places but he remained strong and proud, his hands clenching and unclenched to fill the tightness of his arm-blades protruding from his clawed gauntlets. "Yes. Our clans have done well, my plan has worked as expected." The Sixth chimed in, the glare of his blighted yellow eyes glanced off under his double-layered hood.

“Now we are due of the prime traitor’s head for our prize.” Dumah growls, leaning forward with his eyes gawking at the foremost tower. “I am eager to kill him. Melchiah, aid our forces. Rahab makes sure the others do not escape.” Melchiah stiffened his shoulders and about to speak, he couldn’t let Dumah - of all people - to hoard the glory as he typically does. However, Rahab was quicker, “I suggest Melchiah perform the execution. This traitor has stolen a number of his dregs and flushed out the treacherous elements more than ours. He has insulted our brother, Dumah. Besides...” The immediate younger lieutenant said, “What greater glory to show them that our youngest is stronger than this pitiful rebellion while you down all of these sheep to have our clans sing of your unnatural power?”

Dumah was silent a moment and Melchiah was a little wary. The three observing the battle as Dumah leaned on the balcony’s edge, a moment before a loud murderous laughter rolled from his helmet. “HA HAHAH! Very well, Brother. I like the sound of that,” He growled with a gleam of his red-violet eyes and looked over at Melchiah, “You heard him, Mel. Do not disappoint me.” Without even waiting on Melchiah, the Third Lieutenant vaulted and pounced with a loud warcry to crash into a phalanx of soldiers with a savage fist’s slam! Men flying by the savage punches and uppercuts before he even drew his mace and axe. Melchiah hide his scold well before glancing over, “Thank you, Rahab.” “Do not thank me, brother. You deserve something. This is your clan’s victory.” Rahab noted, jumping on the balcony and made a elegant backflip to a higher level. Now alone...the Sixth snorted out to himself, “Yes. Yes it is.” And neither of them will take it from him.

[ericbrandonrp]

"I think you've made me a better person, though it was a rough transition. I matured quickly and learned greater empathy. I also learned to speak up for myself instead of just crying every time I got angry or sad. Though we both know that I'll always cry when it's YOU that's got me angry or sad. You also made me a mother and taught me to appreciate the smaller things in life."

Let’s see how characters influence each other. Send an ask to say if my muse’s influence has made yours a better/worse person.Extra points if you say what actions caused it and what has happened because of it.||  accepting

“…I hope with ‘small’ you don’t mean me d–”

“I mean…that’s sweet. Uhm…I didn’t know I had that impact on people.”

[ericbrandonrp]

"You've had enough, Eric. Why don't we go home and have some brownies and kisses, okay? I'll even run you a nice, warm bath and scrub your back for you. Doesn't that sound nice?"

After a night of heavy drinking, with my muse totally sloshed and unreasonable - what does your muse do to get mine to stop drinking and get them home?@dangerouslyxdirty  ||  accepting: NO

“I don’ wann’ go home. I wann’ stay he’. ‘ave a drink. C’mon, join me, huh? Le’s drink t’gether. Better than any bath, y’know.”

[ericbrandonrp]

"It's been a while..."

@dangerouslyxdirty

Her words echoed in his mind, but it was too difficult to process anything but the fact that the woman he had loved all of his life was standing right in front of him. Unable to say anything at all, Eric stared at Aiyana, watched her, studied her, as if he had never seen that piece of artwork before in his life. She was still as beautiful as on the day she left.Eric, however, felt like a simple bag of bones, barely any fat on his body. Since she had left, he had barely eaten, had barely lived. Just one useless day after the other, week after week. Month after month.And now she was standing right in front of him, and nothing came to his mind. All those arguments, all those reconciliations, had happened only in his head. Now they were gone with the wind.“...you look beautiful,” was all that managed to quietly get over his lips. Because it was true.

[ericbrandonrp]

Aiyana never thought you were useless or going nowhere. She always believed in you, even when you refused to believe in yourself. I have faith that there's still some of the young Eric left in you, and she does too. Maybe you have such a hard time presenting that Eric to her because part of you is still angry for her disappearing all those years ago.

“It wasn’t her fault, her father sent her away. If I act like an arsehole, then it’s around him. I am who I am, I changed, and so did she. Everybody does. Don’t tell me that young Eric is still there - he isn’t. He grew up - I grew up. That’s it.”

[ericbrandonrp]

She was scared, that's all. You've changed a lot, Eric, and sometimes it scares her and Adelina. They just needed some space. That temper is gonna get you in more trouble one day if you don't mind it.

“You think I like it? But that’s me. I can’t change it, it’s the way I am. People change, y’know, they grow up. And I did. I was always told I’d never make it in life, that I’m worthless and useless, but I did it. And I had to leave some things on me way up there.”

[ericbrandonrp]

It's okay. Aiyana misses you a lot too.

“…why doesn’t she lemme know? I…I want ‘er back. I’m gonna be her gutter rat ‘gain, if that’s what she wants…”

[ericbrandonrp]

👀 + do you miss aiyana?

Send me a 👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! || accepting: YES

“……I do.”