Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150505163801/@comment-5543592-20150506000208

Dacian woke up with a groan, and stretched out in the bed.

“Good morning.”   A voice next to him whispered.

He opened his eyes and was greeted by Kay’s face, inches from his. Dacian sat up quickly and glanced around the room. He was at the Bellamy estate.

“I’m home?”

“You certainly are.”   Kay reached across and brushed her left hand through his hair.

Dacian widened his eyes and gasped. “Kay! Your arm…”

She furrowed her brow in confusion and looked at him with an amused expression. “What about it?”

“It’s… okay.”

“Of course it is. You fixed it, remember?”

Dacian stared at her, dumbfounded. He glanced towards the door. “Is this real?”

“I think so.”   She said with a smirk. “You want to get up?”

Dacian nodded slowly. “Yeah.”   He steadily rose from the bed, and glanced around, looking mildly terrified. She confidently took his hand and led Dacian down the hall, where they collided with someone.

“Dacian!”   His father greeted him jovially and clapped the lich on the back.

“Father.”   Dacian greeted him in return, not quite as warmly.

“You headed into court today?”   He father asked.

Dacian looked confused, but somehow found an answer. “I think so.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Excellent!”   Sir Bellamy said. “I just want you to know how proud I am of you. You’re the best son a father could have.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian’s eyes instantly started to water. “Thank you.”   He murmured, with that, Sir Bellamy gave Dacian a quick kiss on the cheek, and departed.

<p class="MsoNormal">This was apparently all very familiar to Kay, although Dacian was certain this wasn’t a daily occurrence, and he was lead down the hall, towards the entry hall. Something collided with his leg and Dacian glanced down to stare at a short, green-haired boy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Jean-Claude.”   The words found Dacian’s mouth somehow, having never crossed his mind. “What are you doing running about?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I just woke up, father.”   There was a pause, and the room seemed to darken. “As you should.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian twisted about in the chains, snapping out of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fuck!”   Screamed Dacian. “Medea!”   He roared.

<p class="MsoNormal">Mannimarco watched Dacian passively, turning the amulet over and over again in her palm.

<p class="MsoNormal">“See anything you like?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian took heavy, ragged breaths, like he was worn out. Thirst was raging through his body like a fire now. Water was all he could think about. Which was odd, because he swore he’d had something to drink recently. He limply hung his head, and didn’t respond to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Just tell me where it is. Spare yourself.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian didn’t react to her, completely ignoring Medea.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Very well.”   Said Medea with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. “One more time…”