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Post by Sir Terence on May 8, 2024 10:25:21 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
He was already leaving when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a crash attracted his attention towards the crowd once again - soon followed by what seemed to be an elderly man moving towards him with the tiny dragon under his arm. He was about to ask him, rhetorically, if he was trying to steal that dragon, but the man spoke before he could. He asked why he was familiar with Bahamut and, in some convoluted way, pointed out that he did most definitely not look like a civilian. And he was absolutely right.
Terence blinked a couple of times and then began walking, slowing his pace to allow what he tought to be an elderly man to keep walking by his side. "I am not quite sure what you meant when talking about Torensten, sir." he begun "But yes, I have met Bahamut and I have seen him fight countless times. He was the leader of the fraction of the Army I was enlisted in. The Holy Order of the Knights Dragoon of Sanbreque." Not to mention that said Bahamut was his lover, but that he would not reveal. "That said, I am aware that here things work a little... differently from what I was used to back in Valisthea."
He gave another glance to the tiny dragon, wondering if it was an actual living creature or some sort of magical creation, but then dismissed the question in his mind. He smiled gently at the man, trying without any form of success to ignore the fact that he was quite literally stealing in front of him. "May I ask for your name, sir? Mine is Terence. And.. if I may.. would you mind giving that back to its rightful owner?"
Terence chuckled at Yuna's words, but was soon forced to stop by a sharp pain in the chest. Nevertheless, he kept a smile on his lips, even if his face had reddened all the way to the ears. In any other situation, he would have probably just apologised and taken the blame for being so informal and close to his Prince, but at this point he was either living a dream or in a place that worked extremely differently from what he was used to, so he did not truly care about appearances - after all, they had just kissed in front of her, why should they deny it?
As she said she could tell he meant the world to Dion, Terence looked at his lover. "And he to me." He muttered with a soft smile. After a while, though, the figure of the giant popped into his mind and he revealed he was the reason behind his current state. He was worried that Dion might do something really dangerous, but hopefully he could talk some sense into his lover if needed. So at Yuna's question, after the blond explained what had happened in his perspective, he sighed and explained his own. "I'm glad she is safe, at least. I had just awakened when I heard that man telling that woman not to touch him. And when his hand reached for his weapon, I... I could not help it, I was there before I could think."
His gaze wandered among the two, then lost itself into the void soon after he looked away. He was ashamed of his failure. "That.. giant.." he muttered "He's among the most well-built men I've ever seen. And likely more than seven feet tall." Terence took a deep breath to try and keep as calm as possible. There was something about that man that unsettled him in ways he would have never imagined. "The moment I looked into his eyes, I knew I could do nothing more than buy that woman the time to attempt an escape. Even had I been in my best shape.. I do not think I could have done much more than that. He was.. overwhelming. And incredibly quick for his size. I've just barely managed to step back enough to not be cut in half..."
He shivered. That was no regular man. "Was he a Bearer, I wonder? A Dominant? An egi of sorts? Some kind of beast in human form?" He furrowed his brows and took another shaky breath, as deep as his wounds allowed him. "He lifted my whole, armored weight with one hand." His hand was trembling and he could not really control himself quite as much as he needed. His surprise, disbelief and fear were clearly painted on his face - until, a moment later, he finally brought himself back to the present, to his prince and the healer. "Sorry, I.. I'm usually much less of a coward." He muttered with an apologetic smile "For Greagor's sake, I'm supposed to be a soldier and I can't even.. I go to battle knowing I could die, but this feeling, this helpless.. fright... I've never felt it before."
Together with the fright, came another wave of shame. He felt like he had failed Dion as a knight. Like he had failed Dion as a partner and as a pillar to lean on. He was crumbling to pieces right before him and a stranger. He was not supposed to be that fragile. He was supposed to be the one everyone could lean on - the one Dion could lean on. Yet he was showing weakness and cowardice. He had been strong against the unbearable physical pain, why could he not be strong against simple fear?
Post by Sir Terence on Apr 26, 2024 17:15:22 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
When he finally raised his head after apologizing, Terence hesitated for a moment, blinking a few times. Why was the man so familiar, he wondered? There was something about the dark hair, the scar on his face, the clothing and just his overall appearance that reminded him of something he could not quite grasp. Looking at the wolf sniffing at his hand, Terence smiled softly. He was about to compliment the pet when the stranger’s voice reached his ears.
The man had recognized his garb, meaning he could have been from the same world as him. Then, as he asked whether he was one of Dion’s men, he brightened up and straightened his back out of sheer habit. “His second in command, yes.” he replied with a sincere smile. He was proud of his prince, and of being a dragoon, and of all the rest. Much less about his radiance and his deeds, but this he would not tell for the time being. “Are you from Valisthea as well?” He asked. While looking at the man’s pet again, something clicked within his mind and repositioned itself in the right place.
”Oh.” he muttered, moving his gaze back to the Bearer, ”Now that I think of it, you match someone’s description almost perfectly. Might you be Lord Rosfield, the Dominant of Ifrit?” he guessed. ”If so, the Prince has told me much and more about you, in the idle time I spent healing from my wounds.” About him, and his brother… but he did not dare mention him, not knowing whether they had been brought there together. He had no intention to put salt into a wound, if he could avoid it.
Post by Sir Terence on Apr 25, 2024 14:55:07 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
The autumn breeze gently brushed his hair as he quietly walked in the city. The streets were not quite as empty as he would have hoped, but Terence would not complain. He was strolling, lost in thought, when he heard a voice call Bahamut's name. Made curious by the sound and the crowd gathered close to what appeared to be a stall, he tried to approach the man behind the wall of people, but was instead pushed backwards by them as a roar resonated in the air. A roar quite similar to one he had heard before, although.. not quite the same.
"Behold, the power of Bahamut!" Shouted the man, and suddenly the crowd gasped as a dragon darted towards the sky. When Terence laid eyes on it, he immediately thought of his lover, just before realizing that dragon was... Quite tiny. He furrowed his brows, making his way among the crowd to see it from a shorter distance, and eventually looked at the dragon in sheer confusion. "Is this... it?" he muttered. The merchant looked at him in disbelief. "What do you mean, young man?!" he asked, walking closer "You can't just say that in front of Bahamut's power! He has been summoned among us! Show some respect!"
Terence furrowed his brows even more. "This can be an egi, at most." he replied. "Bahamut's roar is powerful enough to make bones shake and ears ring, it vibrates deep within the chest. And.." he took another glance at the dragon. "I.. I do not know if in this world he is supposed to be like this, but.. His wings are wide enough to cover the skies, so powerful they would send fully-armored soldiers flying if he was not careful..." As the creature landed, Terence was compelled to walk closer. "And his tail is so short.." he muttered to himself. This was nothing like the Bahamut he knew, nothing like Dion's fully primed form. He extended a hand towards the creature and furrowed his brows once again, but before he could speak he was pulled away by the merchant himself.
"What are you doing, young man? You're making people leave!" the man said behind gritted teeth in barely more than a whisper. Terence looked at him. "Apologies, I'm just used to something really different. He looks so..." he looked at the creature again before finishing his sentence with a muttered: "... Tiny". The merchant dragged him to a side. "Leave, boy. While I'm asking nicely." he said glaring, point at which Terence raised his hands in surrender, bowed his head and apologised, before walking out of the crowd without another word.
Post by Sir Terence on Apr 23, 2024 13:29:01 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
Three weeks had passed since Terence first arrived on Zephon. He had been assisted in almost anything by his lover, from surviving the wounds caused by a monster of a man to recovering from those same wounds, as well as months of depression, underfeeding and a complete lack of training. He was in a much better shape - still not perfectly fine, but at the very least he could roam in the city without worrying for his own health.
Dion was away, at the moment. He had accepted a request from a local orphanage and left the day before. He was probably still travelling, Terence believed. He lost himself in thought while roaming aimlessly in the streets, wondering when his lover would come back. That was until he saw a terribly familiar figure chatting with someone, apparently without a care in the world. He could recognise his inhuman build, the long golden hair, the dark attire, the red cape and most importantly his weapon. He had felt that scythe slash through his flesh.
A sudden shiver jolted down his spine as fear, strong as he had never felt before, overtook him. He was a soldier, but for some reason, he could not keep his emotions in check. He glanced at his own trembling hand, confused and taken aback by his inability to stay in control, by the overwhelming fear that took his breath away. He had never been so scared before, not even back at Twinside. Not in that same, paralyzing way.
He started walking backwards before he could even realize it and then, unable to fight it, he turned around and fled. He fled like a coward, walking faster and faster to the point where he was almost running - until eventually, he bumped into someone hard enough he lost his balance, staggered forward and eventually fell on his knees. Suddenly, shame fell upon his shoulders with the strength of a waterfall. He was a coward. Even now that he was supposedly far away from that monster, he could barely move. He looked at his trembling hand again, before finally realizing what just happened.
He turned to face the person he had crashed into and forced himself to stand. “I’m s-sorry.” he stuttered “S-sorry, I d-didn’t mean t-to..” He stopped talking, upset by his own stuttering. He was a soldier. Where had his self-control gone, for the love of Greagor?! He took a deep breath and slightly bowed his head. “Apologies, I did not notice you. Are you hurt?”
Post by Sir Terence on Apr 11, 2024 10:35:13 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
In hearing his lover ask for forgiveness, Terence shook his head slightly. "Don't." he replied "I could have stopped you at.. any given time. And I have." he soon added. He lost himself in thought for a few moments, until Dion's voice brought him back to the present. When he heard the prince call someone's name, he tilted his head to follow his gaze, laying eyes on the figure of a young woman with dark hair. As his face reddened up to the tip of his ears, Terence stared quietly at the girl. "Oh." he muttered in surprise, and then he tried to sit up - failing miserably. He winced, then laid back down with a whimper. Out of embarassment, he had forgotten his wounds for a moment.
"Forgive me, lady Yuna... I would stand and salute you properly.. but I appear to be... in no condition to do so." He then said slowly, with an apologetic smile on his lips. Then he turned to face Dion as he told him they were not in Valisthea. His eyes widened in surprise and confusion. If the place was not Valisthea, and magic could run freely, and the wielders of such an incredible power were not feared or subdued but respected and revered... then was he truly still dreaming? Was it all another wound for his soul to attempt to heal from? But his prince, he was there. Terence could feel his hand, his warmth, he could still taste their previous kiss.
His skin crawled as the man who almost killed him crossed his mind again. Remembering the look in his eyes - those terrifying blue eyes, cold as ice yet fiery as a predator's - made him shiver. "Great Greagor." he muttered, in barely more than a whisper, before turning to Dion with a deeply concerned expression on his face. He still spoke slowly, but his weakness could not stop or conceal his worry. "Is the civilian safe? Did that monster harm her?" he asked. "Had I not forsaken my training.." He was about to say he could have done better, but he hesitated. He wanted to believe that in better condition he could have beaten that giant, but he was fairly sure of the opposite being true. "No. I could not have stopped him either way... Not even in my wildest dreams."
He closed his eyes with a pained expression. "He was a monster. Nothing I could ever have handled... but.." He looked at Dion again. "I'm sorry... I could not bring myself to let her die... I could not bring myself to run... It would go against everything I believe in - everything I have always fought for." It was frightening to think that Dion might be furious at him because he almost died, but at the same time the knight believed he of all people could understand that feeling: having to fight a battle he knew he could not win. "I did not mean to worry you. I.. I thought your soul would never forgive me for.. for avoiding intervention."
Post by Sir Terence on Jan 21, 2024 3:28:04 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
He did not think for even a moment that there might be someone else in that room. There were only Dion and him. So when he felt his lover embrace him, Terence set aside any doubts he might have had until that moment, recognizing his Prince's touch and warmth.
Terence wanted to say that he had forgiven everything when Dion spoke, but all was forgotten in the very moment their lips met again. The exchange brought from their love blew anything else away - that was, until the pain started to be too much to bear once again. At first he just tightened his grip on Dion's shoulder, but eventually he was forced by that same pain and a sudden dizziness to let go. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tight with a pained expression, which he kept for a while before the pain subsided enough for him to bear it again.
He was ashamed of feeling so weak, but at the same time he did realize his life had been on the line -and probably still was. So, as soon as a little bit of the pain let him be, he tried his best to keep his composure and looked at Dion with a slight smile. "There is no need.. to ask for forgiveness." He said slowly, trying not to let his voice betray him and show just how terrible his body felt. "All was forgiven.. when you said.. 'never again'."
He knew this was all real, but one small part of him was still afraid it would all dissolve in the blink of an eye as soon as he looked away. But a moment later, in seeing Dion covered in his blood, he chuckled faintly. "You need.. a bath." He said, ad playfully as his weakness could let him, then he tried to reach for his lover's hand again and looked in his eyes. "But you're still a heavenly vision." He could not help it. Every time he looked at Dion it felt as if his heart could leap out of his chest. He took his breath away in the best possible meaning of the words.
For a moment, his mind flew back to their kiss, and then to the last time he had seen Dion without bloodstains, armour, and whatever other piece of clothing. Had he not be wounded.. But as soon as he realized to where his mind was drifting, he looked away, his cheeks slightly more colored than before. It was not the time, nor the place.
Post by Sir Terence on Jan 11, 2024 18:12:48 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
Terence tried his best not to be overwhelmed by emotions, even if he knew full well that this would not go any different from every single other episode of breathlessness he had faced before. That was until, much to his surprise, he felt Dion's hand. And then he heard his voice. And then he felt his lover's fingers thread with his own and then his forehead and his scent and his tears. It was all so different - enough for Terence to stop crying for a moment and just witness the events unfold in utter confusion.
Then he heard them. The words he had longed to hear ever since Dion had told him he would be left behind. Not now and not ever again. And these very words brought Terence to hesitantly use his free hand to cup the blonde's cheek. He gently rubbed it with his thumb. "Great Greagor.. It truly is you, isn't it?" He whispered. "My Dion." he went on as his hand slowly fell back down to rest. "My Prince." he continued, trembling, as his eyes watered once again and his voice cracked. "My love, my reason, my everything."
It took only one moment longer for him to throw himself on his lover's lips. He needed to feel him just as much as a breathless man would need air. Terence could not help but feel that Dion was the air to his drowning soul. And thus did he extend his hand again, letting his fingers run through his golden hair and then keeping him close by wrapping his arm around the man's shoulders. He would not dare let go of him until the pain from his wounds would be too much to bear. Even then, he would only wince and squeeze Dion's shoulder, perhaps a little (or more than a little) stronger than he had intended - for what strength he could use, at least.
He would not let go unless forced to. He could not bear another illusion, another separation. It didn't matter if this all felt different, it didn't matter if something deep within his soul was telling him this was all real. He could not bear to wake up and find out he had dreamed it all yet another time. He refused. He refused to let go.
When he opened his eyes, he could barely think straight. He remembered a fight that felt more like a one-way beating, then some blurred images accompanied by unbearable pain. And then Dion. He tought his lover had come to take him away, to bring him to their next life together. But now he was awake. In a terrible situation health-wise, that he could definitely feel, but awake. Which meant he was not dead. Which meant Dion had not truly come.
Then he saw him, right there, looking at him. And he could not help but chuckle. "I have gone mad. I have finally gone mad." He muttered to himself. His voice was faint, barely more than a whisper. "You are only inside my head, aren't you?" He looked away and sighed. "Why am I still alive, my love? I thought you would come to take me with you.. I thought we would finally be together.. And here I am, speaking to a ghost, when I've barely spoken to anyone ever since you..." He interrupted himself and stared at the ceiling, not really daring to move too much or finish that sentence. He could feel his eyes water, his vision blur. "Why must I live without you? Why must I bear this pain every day, every moment I breathe? ... But you would never forgive me had I chosen to take my own life, would you?"
Slowly, he sat up. The physical pain was much, but his heart ached more. "Why can't I be with you? Why must you linger in my dreams and thoughts and heart and-" he stopped, positioning a hand on his heart. It hurt. It hurt unbearably. To the point where he could not breathe. "Ah, not again.." he whispered, closing his eyes as hard as he could. He knew how this would go. He knew he would not be able to calm down, to breathe regularly, to stop shaking and crying. As his breathing gradually became irregular, he wrapped his arms around himself in the desperate attempt to calm down. He was alone. Alone, and cold, and afraid, and in pain and completely overwhelmed. And he only wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. But he could not breathe -even if he was taking in so much air he felt dizzy.