Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 13, 2009 11:38:38 GMT -5
I went to Mandrake House after my night with Anixiel, a plan in my head and started for the place I had not been to since I had been bought out by Valerian House. I was not sure how to feel, after all, my place in Valerian House was correct, even if everyone did not see it, and yet with the thought of Landis, I felt bitter and enraged. It was worse than going to L'Roche's by a hundred fold, for while in the small, toy shop no one could speak for my identity, Valerian and Mandrake knew each other intimately and I already had a soiled reputation as it was. They would know me, despite the fact that I had not associated with them, nor had a reciprocal with one, even though it had been suggested several times to teach me how to 'yield'. Ironic, that that was the canon of my house and yet they thought I needed to learn it. They were my peers, which made it all the harder. I practically knew what they thought of me, someone who had grown up with them and yet loved the lash more than holding one. To be equal with them, then under them. I know that Valerian House is not... 'under' any house, per say, but still, all the same. Those in Mandrake House had been my friends.
I pushed through the door with fresh faces looking at me and many that I remembered. They had been my friends, once and I knew what they thought, the question of 'why' and I was still looking for that, myself. I ended up asking a younger adept for Landis' room and followed after him until I was there, in front of it. I knocked, I wasn't sure why, before I opened it, fury in my eyes towards a man I had not seen in years, six years my elder.
"Landis," I snarled, remembering our last confrontation well. He had told me that perhaps I belonged in Valerian House, instead of Mandrake with all the mischief I caused and pranks, just to be beaten. I was so infuriated by that comment, even though he had been right. I think I was more angry at the latter than the former. "I want your hands off Anixiel. She's mine, do you hear me?" I snapped, remembering how tall he was and had a double take, before I strode up to him, fearless. "Just stay away from her or I swear I'll make you pay."
He was taller and stronger, surely, for he wielded a whip while I was under one, but that was an advantage, I supposed. If this got into a fight, getting hit would be nothing to me.
I pushed through the door with fresh faces looking at me and many that I remembered. They had been my friends, once and I knew what they thought, the question of 'why' and I was still looking for that, myself. I ended up asking a younger adept for Landis' room and followed after him until I was there, in front of it. I knocked, I wasn't sure why, before I opened it, fury in my eyes towards a man I had not seen in years, six years my elder.
"Landis," I snarled, remembering our last confrontation well. He had told me that perhaps I belonged in Valerian House, instead of Mandrake with all the mischief I caused and pranks, just to be beaten. I was so infuriated by that comment, even though he had been right. I think I was more angry at the latter than the former. "I want your hands off Anixiel. She's mine, do you hear me?" I snapped, remembering how tall he was and had a double take, before I strode up to him, fearless. "Just stay away from her or I swear I'll make you pay."
He was taller and stronger, surely, for he wielded a whip while I was under one, but that was an advantage, I supposed. If this got into a fight, getting hit would be nothing to me.