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[attr=class,bulk] When Yuna stepped aside, she had intended to give Dion a moment with his friend who had just regained consciousness before she returned to dealing with his wounds. And what a moment it was. With the first words out of their lips, the summoner was taken aback by how raw and desperate their affection was. They almost spoke as if they were lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years, but Yuna quelled that thought with a blush. Perhaps they were just being emotionally vulnerable and were extremely comfortable with each other. In fact, it was refreshing to see this kind of male friendship! She shouldn’t make assumptions just because-
Oh. Oh they were kissing. Nevermind.
Out of everything that she’d seen while operating the clinic so far, Yuna was not equipped to deal with this. Her face felt as if it was the approximate color of a tomato, and she wondered if she should say something or just tactfully slip out of the room and give them a few minutes. The decision was made for her when Terence’s injuries caught up with him though, and he broke everything off with a wince. That seemed to make Dion remember himself as he apologized for not taking his wounds more into account. He then stared at Yuna looking mortified as if he’d only just realized she was still there. Well. This wasn’t the most awkward introduction she’d ever had, but it was certainly close.
“Is that…the word for it on Valisthea?” She asked curiously as he introduced the injured man as his knight. She then clasped her hands together and gave Terence a respectful bow. “It’s an honor to meet you, Sir Terence. Please, don’t strain yourself. I’m just so glad that you’ve regained consciousness. I can already tell you mean the world to Dion.” And perhaps even more than the world. She’d never seen a couple before that made her ache with Tidus’ loss quite so much. These two had something extraordinarily special.
No one had called her ‘Lady Yuna’ as Terence had in a very long time. Maybe not since she’d left Spira and woken up on Zephon, so the familiar title had her smiling more genuinely at Dion and the injured man. In cases as serious as Terence, she normally wanted to work alone so she could focus, but she had a feeling these two would absolutely refuse to be separated. She couldn’t even bring herself to ask, so instead she brought over a chair and offered it to Dion. “You can stay at his side if you promise to both sleep tonight.” And preferably not with both of them in Terence’s sick bed, but that may have been asking too much from what Yuna had seen thus far. Well as long as they both rested, she supposed it didn’t really matter if they were cramped.
With Dion set up at his bedside, Yuna took up residence across from him and started back on healing Terence. “Cura,” she murmured with an outstretched hand as she let her magic wash over him. She mostly left the other two to speak, but she was startled into asking questions herself at the revelation of exactly what had happened to him. “You were attacked…here? In Provo?”
[attr=class,bulk] Terence looked as abashed as Dion felt. His dark eyes landed on Yuna and with a sudden realization, his ears reddened the way they always had whenever shame overtook him. Dion couldn’t help the fondness in his gaze at its familiarity. Any other time, he might have brushed Terence’s hair behind his ear and teased him lightly for his ease of embarrassment.
This was not one of those times.
For now, he must try to regain what little dignity still remained for him in the eyes of their healer. Then there was the matter of Valisthea…
Terence’s eyes widened at the news of their arrival in this strange place. Dion offered him a sympathetic look of his own, taking his hand and stroking the back of it softly. He could not tell what tormented his knight’s thoughts though Dion could guess. He had experienced the same news himself, after all, and it had sent him into something like depression. His own lack of purpose, his own powerlessness in the face of Valisthea’s fate, had so nearly crushed his resolve. Now Terence was beside him again, and he hoped beyond hope that he might protect his knight from suffering the same crippling blow.
After a moment, Terence muttered the lightest of curses before he locked his eyes on Dion’s, urgent and anxious. ”Is the civilian safe? Did that monster harm her?”
Dion stared back at him. His blood ran cold. ”That monster…” He could have only meant his attacker. Bahamut stirred within him, whispering his unspoken wrath upon the unjust, but Dion silenced him again.
”She is safe. I swear it.” Dion tightened his grip on Terence’s hand and offered him a weak smile. ”There was a woman beside you. She blamed herself for your wounds and offered her gratitude that you would shield her from them.”
No matter how Terence disparaged himself for his perceived weakness, he had always been strong of heart. He had proven his courage time and time again, and it came as no surprise that he had risked his own life in protection of another.
This monster though…The attacker. Dion would inquire further once Terence had fully healed.
”You did well,” Dion said gently. ”You acted bravely to defend the innocent. I could not resent you if I tried.”
Why did Terence insist on apologizing for his injuries when Dion had acted with far less regard for his own life? When he had left Terence on a mission they both knew to be tantamount to suicide?
He looked back at Yuna as she spoke, insuring him that he could stay at Terence’s side so long as he promised to sleep for the night. Dion gave a short, tired laugh. ”I shall try,” he said. If she was scandalized by such blatant displays of affection, she did not show it. In fact, she was smiling.
Dion’s fondness for the healer swelled within him. Most would not have been so approving. Her heart was a gentle one indeed.
He took the chair she offered gratefully, falling into it with a short sigh. In the heat of the moment, he had nearly forgotten his own exhaustion. His bond with Bahamut had been severed and now reforged. He felt like a wounded soldier learning to walk again, struggling with the dragon’s light as he had when he’d been nothing more than a child.
It was a strange feeling, frustrating and yet not entirely unwelcome.
Yuna began her spells again, imbuing Terence with her healing magic. She too seemed alarmed at Terence’s claims.
”I found him outside the city proper on a road near the farmlands.” Fatigue had crept into his voice. Now that he could finally rest, he could no longer keep it at bay. ”He was only semi-conscious. The people there were kind, but could offer him no aid. They claimed he would be lost, and I…” Dion winced at the memory of that pain, that panic. ”I could not retain my composure. Bahamut’s will overtook me.”
He kept his eyes down, shifted slightly to one side. He could not stand to see Terence’s concern nor his guilt. He would doubtless object to Dion’s sacrifice, hastening the curse for Terence’s sake.
”His wings were swift and Yuna acted quickly on our arrival. If I had not acted…” Dion shook his head. ”You still live. Your wounds will heal. I could ask for nothing else.”
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?
[attr=class,bulk] Sir Terence started laughing at Yuna’s question of whether or not a ‘knight’ was how that kind of relationship was referred to on Valisthea. She took that as a no, and her cheeks felt a bit warm even as she laughed a little too. “I guess not then. Was it your job to protect him? We call those guardians on Spira, so forgive me for not knowing the word…” Yuna had worked out fairly quickly that Dion was an important figure in his own world, so it would make sense for him to have guards. She still wasn’t sure how to reconcile him being a prince with him being Bahamut, but that was something she felt that she should ask Dion about privately. Obviously he was too concerned with Terence right now to explain anything to her.
After Dion had gotten settled in a chair, and Yuna had returned to casting healing magic on Terence, they both explained what had happened from their point of views. The prince had apparently found him horribly injured and had flown him here after turning into Bahamut. That was…a lot considering the religion she’d grown up with, but Yuna did her best to keep things professional and practical. “Did anyone who could identify you see that? You have nothing to worry about here of course, but I’d worry that the government of Provo might make trouble for you. The aeons are viewed as gods on Zephon…” He’d encounter the same problem if he ever ended up on Spira. Yuna honestly wasn’t sure what the people would make of a living Fayth. It had just never been seen before.
Terence’s side of the story was honestly chilling. He painted a picture of a horrifying beast of a man with unrivaled strength. Yuna was so startled by his deep anguish that she forgot for a moment that she was supposed to just be healing him and listening to them talk. “Over seven feet tall? I can’t say I’ve heard of him…” As soon as the words were out of her lips though, she realized that wasn’t entirely true. Her eyes shifted over to Dion, hesitating as she hoped that her next question wasn’t true. She knew how much it would hurt him if it was. “Dion…The second time you were brought here injured…” She had a feeling that she didn’t even need to finish that thought. Yuna hadn’t been the one working that day, but Monori had told her about it. The aggressor was from the other white mage’s world, so Monori had known all about him. Zenos. He was supposed to be a giant of a man. That…really didn’t bode well. Especially since he was apparently still lurking around Provo.
For now though, Terence’s deep guilt seemed to be the more important issue.
“You saved someone else’s life, and very nearly at the cost of your own. I can’t think of anything more selfless than that. You’re certainly no coward, Sir Terence.” Yuna did her best to at least try to reassure him as she cast another Cura spell on him. His external wounds were healing nicely, but she had a feeling that what they couldn’t see was hurting him more.
[attr=class,bulk] Dion felt immediately foolish for his own self-centered worries. Terence was weakened and traumatized. He did not seem to care nor notice Dion’s confession, too lost in the moment of his attack to chide him for something so trivial. Dion reached out and took Terence’s hand, hoping that this small gesture would provide him some comfort. There was little else that he could do.
Yuna, unaware of the burden of a dominant and his eikon, expressed concern over his exposure as Bahamut. Dion smiled wryly. ”I believe that I left quite the impression,” he answered. Thankfully, the dragon’s wings had been swift, and the people below hadn’t the time to notch their arrows.
Come what may, he had no regrets. Bahamut had gifted him the strength to spare Terence’s life. If that made him a monster in the eyes of the public, then he would bear their animosity with pride.
What was done was done. He could not reassure a fearful populace. He could not erase Terence’s pain.
He could only hold tightly onto Terence’s hand, leaned in close enough to bring him some modicum of comfort. He listened with thoughts racing and rage brewing within his heart. His eyes were locked on the opposite wall. He did not speak until Terence had finished his tale, and even then he kept his silence.
This man…This monster...
He had dared...
Yuna spoke, bringing Dion’s suspicions to light. His grip tightened on Terence’s hand.
”I will end him,” he said simply. His jaw was set. His darkened eyes saw only the monster which still haunted Terence. A feral beast of a man, hulking and monstrous, wielding dark magic and a wicked scythe.
If only Dion had had the strength…
If only he hadn’t failed...
”He is a threat to all who stray upon his path. I shall face him once more and bear judgment upon him.”
Post by Sir Terence on Jul 21, 2024 5:04:11 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
Terence nodded at the Healer's words. "Let us say that yes, I was his knight and in charge to protect him and to fight for our people. But.. As you might have noticed.. we were not only bound by duty to stay at each other's side." he glanced at Dion, unsure whether telling her was a good idea, but as his lover seemed to trust her, so would he.
Soon after, he was taken over by the memory of the helpless massacre that man bestowed upon him. He lost himself in something akin to a stream of consciousness, speaking his thoughts aloud. Only when he heard that Dion had met the man before, he started to realize the implications. His lover had met the monster and survived. He had been brought to that same place, injured. Which meant he had been defeated?
Terence gave the healer a half-hearted smile, that was supposed reassure her that he was not feeling as bad as she may think. Problem was, not even he believed it. He was about to thank her for her kind words when Dion broke his silence - and as soon as he did, Terence felt all the blood in his body run cold. "No." he whispered. "No, you won't." he then said, forcing himself to sit up. He cupped the blonde's face in his hands and tried to make him look in his eyes.
"I will not let you go, not this time. Not now, at the very least." he said firmly, his pain completely forgotten for a moment. "I have seen the monster fight, and I have the feeling he has not used a third of his strength against me. If you were brought here wounded after fighting him, then he must have been even more terrifying and skilled than I thought." He took both of his lover's hands in his and brought them to his own chest. He could not stop himself - he would not, for any reason, let him go.
"My prince - no, my love. I am not asking you this as a soldier, or as anything else. If I have to get on my knees I will do it, but I beg you. I beg of you, stay with me. I have forced myself to let you go and take responsibility for Bahamut's rage, I have forced myself to survive when all I wanted to do -for Greagor's sake!- was die. To fulfill my promise to you about the girl, to honor your memory and never let go because you would never forgive me. To bring flowers to your tomb as often as I could so that your soul could see how much I still cared. To tell you about my days."
He wiped his tears for a moment, then squeezed his lover's hands. "No, I have not found you again, just for you to go and risk your life avenging me. I cannot bear it, Dion. I know you are a dominant, I know you are a thousand times stronger than me, I know you are resilient and have His power at your side. But I can't bear it. I can't bear to see you come back in my same state. Victorious, surely, but gravely wounded. I cannot bear to see you injured and much less think that you could die against him, or to see you on the verge of death and be constantly reminded of what I've passed in these last few months and-"
The more he spoke, the more fear overcame him, to the point where he started throwing out words one after the other like a stream without any means to stop himself, until the fear became too much and he could not breathe anymore and he threw himself onto Dion and held him as tight as his body allowed, like his life depended on it. "Please, please, please, please don't go." he begged in complete panic. He was weak, he would disappoint Dion by showing this weakness, he kept failing him as a pillar to lean on, but before all of this he could absolutely not bear the thought of losing him again.
Dion nearly started in surprise as his love cupped his cheeks and angled his gaze until they were intertwined. Terence had never been so forward before. He had voiced his concerns, yes. He had attempted his persuasions, but never this. Never had he so directly pleaded for Dion’s inaction.
Dion could only stare at him, unable to so much as look away from the pain in his love’s eyes. He felt that pain infect his own and reach down deep until his throat had constricted and his heart ached. Was this Terence’s true self, so long hidden behind a facade of duty and expectation? Was this how he had always felt when he had watched Dion take to the skies against each new opponent as he stood helpless but to wait for his return? Dion’s eyes lowered. It was his only defense.
”Terence…” he said again because it was all he could say. ”You have my heart. Of course you do. But I-...”
He could not finish. Any excuse felt hollow in the face of Terence’s pleading.
How could he deny him all which he asked? How could he so forsake everything he believed in?
Terence lowered his grip and instead took Dion’s hands, squeezing them tightly. It was a grounding sensation. A sharp reminder – ’I’m here.’
Never before had Terence so tested him. Never before had his love and his duty so conflicted. Dion could not raise his eyes. He could not look within Terence’s to see the agony which Dion had so caused him. How long had Terence felt as such? How long had he suffered?
In one desperate, final plea, Terence threw himself forward, heedless of his injuries, and clung to him like a life raft in a turbulent sea. ”Please, please, please don’t go,” he begged, and Dion wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly. Though Terence was far broader than him and possessed greater raw strength, Dion held him as though he could protect every ill which might befall him. He held him tightly, protectively, as though he were the knight, and Terence his prince.
Dion pressed his forehead against Terence’s and closed his eyes. ”You know my burden,” he muttered. It was hard to speak through the pain in his heart, but he soldiered on, emboldened, perhaps, by the comfort of Terence’s embrace.
”Would that I could serve you half as well as you deserve.” He brought a hand up to gently stroke Terence’s cheek. ”I make this oath to you. I shall not face him on your behalf, and I shall not do so alone.”
Dion lowered his hand and finally pulled himself away if only slightly. ”This gift, such as it is, has granted me strength possessed by no other. This is not my kingdom, it’s people not my own, yet I have strength which they do not. I cannot rest while they face such danger. I cannot betray my own virtue.”
”When last I faced him, I had not yet recovered from my injuries. I was granted mercy on the brink of death, it seems. By Greagor’s grace I was not left to perish alone, and instead, I was brought here to Yuna’s capable hands. This place…it has weakened my gift. I fought him without Bahamut’s light. Not as a dominant, but as a mere dragoon.”
Dion took an unsteady breath. He would not divulge the insanity and bloodlust he had witnessed that day nor the feral glee which had lit in the fiend’s eyes. Dion could not forget what he’d seen, but he would not burden Terence’s nightmares any further.
”I have since reconnected, but His power is weak and ill-controlled. It feels as though I am still a child, training with the astrologers while you try not to chide me for working too hard.” His lips twitched into a small smile. That small memory allowed him the strength to straighten in his seat and carefully guide Terence back to a resting position.
”I will regain my strength. I will entreat my allies for aid. I no longer stand alone.”
Post by Sir Terence on Jul 25, 2024 12:25:17 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
He would not listen. He had no will to listen to excuses or apologies. He had no strength to stop talking and build back the dam that had just broken. Dion would not look in his eyes. Was it out of guilt, or disappointment? He did not mean to let it all out, even less so in that way. But hearing that he could up and go die again destroyed his every form of self-restraint. Unable to let it all out, overwhelmed by his own emotions, he eventually just threw himself on Dion and prayed for him to stay. His body could not speak all the thoughts inside his mind, so he would have to enable Dion to feel them. And feeling his arms surround him, he understood that, at least, the message had gone through. But he dared not hope his prince would follow his wishes completely.
Forehead to forehead as countless times before, Dion spoke. He caressed Terence’s cheek and vowed not to face the monster on his behalf. To not fight him alone. As if that was the problem. But Terence knew - he knew he could not ask for more than this. So he kept quiet as Dion spoke Terence’s thoughts aloud. He was strong, and with power came responsibility. And he would not betray what he believed in, not even for him. And Terence could understand. It had always been that way. His duty first, his lover a close second. And that would have to be perfectly fine, Terence had accepted it long ago.
What he did not expect was for Dion to say that he had fought the beast as a dragoon and not as Bahamut. That his gift had been weakened. At the same time, this worried him terribly and made him feel incredibly relieved. Worried because with less power, he would be more vulnerable. Relieved because less power meant he would be forced to be more careful, at least to some extent, and probably that the Curse would not hit him as hard as before. He kept quiet. He could feel there was something Dion was not telling him, but he would not pry. It was not the time, nor the place, and he trusted that the prince would hide something from him only for a very good reason. He smiled softly, remembering the old times when they were still in training.
After Dion fell silent again, Terence sighed. “Thank you.” he let out in barely more than a whisper. “I know I can ask no more of you. I know that no words or actions would dissuade you and that sooner or later you will go and find him no matter what. I know, and…” And it was not what he wanted. He sighed again. “... and I thank you because..” because he had tried to look for a solution that would make him happy too. Rationally speaking, Dion was doing his best. “.. Because what you offer is a good compromise. I know you will go, just.. Not now. And that is enough.” Truth was, if he had any say in it, Dion would never face that giant again. But as always, he would let him go.
Great Greagor. Just how selfish could he be? Why was it all always about him? No, this was about Dion, not him. He was only a disappointment. He had the one job of supporting him, and he had failed miserably at it.
“I’m sorry.” he muttered, lowering his head. “I’ve always tried my best not to clip your wings because you need that freedom. If even I would take your freedom, then I would be no better than your father. I was supposed to be strong. I’ve always done my best to be strong, to be the pillar you could lean on, the one person you could allow yourself to be weak with because I would be strong enough to take all that you would give me. I-” his voice cracked for a moment, but he tried not to show it too much and went on as if it had not happened. “But this time, I..”
He squeezed the side of the bed as hard as he could. “I feel… I-I’ve failed you. You say that I’m strong, that you cannot resent me… but why don’t you resent me? I’ve put you with your back to the wall, I’ve forced you to retrace your steps and vow. I have worried you. Disappointed you. Made you suffer. Why else would you not look in my eyes?” His lips curved into a bitter smile as he raised his head to look at Dion. Slowly, he would build the dam back up. “I’m sorry, I should not have been this selfish. Don’t listen to the fear speaking through my lips, it was but a moment of weakness. If what you wish and think to be best is to go as soon as you've recovered, then you should do so, I have faith in you, and trust you. Just, please be careful.” He should go, forget about him for a while and eventually come back. Alive, possibly. He could bear it. He must bear it.
