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Post by Sir Terence on Nov 5, 2024 12:24:38 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
Terence was unsure whether the elderly man was stealing or kidnapping that dragon, but nevertheless he chose to ask him to bring the creature back to its owner. Too bad the man did most definitely not seem to understand what he meant. Terence tried his best to keep in mind the person's odd name as he gently squeezed his hand, and then he gave the man a slightly embarssed smile. "No, I-" he hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. Then he settled on telling the truth. "I think you should bring the little dragon back..." but then he hesitated again. That merchant was clearly a fraud, to be honest, and Terence could not help but feel like both him and the man beside him were in the wrong.
"I know that man was probably a fraud and only wanted to make some money at the expense of ignorant and easily impressed citizens, but I cannot allow you to steal in my presence. I am a Knight, and I really cannot overlook this. I would never harm an elderly man, but..." He stopped, both in his words and in his steps. He really did not know how to put it in order not to sound intimidating, or irrespectful, and yet convince the man to give up on the tiny creature. Dion would have been so much better than him at handling the situation. "You should bring it back, sir Brambilla. It's on your honour." he eventually settled on saying.
Terence glanced in the direction the two of them came from, trying to look for a sign of anyone attempting to pursue them but, much to his surprise, apparently the merchand had taken advantage of the smoke to disappear as well. Terence sighed. "I supose there would be no point in bringing it back now.." he looked at the elderly man again. The more he tried to capture details about his appearance, the more Terence felt like something was off with him. "Well... do you know how to keep it, at least?"
Terence raised his eyebrows in surprise in hearing that Clive had spoken to Dion recently. “Oh, but they did. Lady Yuna is the one who healed my wounds. She is truly a skilled healer, perhaps the best I have ever had the honour to meet.” He revealed with a soft smile of admiration on his lips. He had quickly grown fond of the girl - and not only because she was helping him and Dion, but because of her undeniable charisma and sweetness.
That monster of a man came back to mind soon after, so Terence chose to warn the rosarian man of their presence. He would have told Clive that even Dion had fought with that monster, and almost fallen to him, but the shaking of his own hands made the soldier step back and ask to keep him company instead. Terence did most definitely not want to look like a coward, especially in front of a friend of Dion's, but he could not help it - he could only try to hide it.
He offered Clive a thankful and apologetic smile at his agreement. He probably noticed something was off and, if he had half the heart Dion pictured him to have, it meant he accepted because he somehow understood, at least partially. "Thank you." he muttered. "And please, just Terence is fine." Just a moment later, the man revealed he was looking for supplies in order to regain his freedom, a concept that brought a chuckle on Terence's lips. "I see your ways have not changed." he commented "But somehow, I'm relieved of this. I believe I can trust you to treasure D-" he interrupted himself and corrected his sentence "T-the prince." He was still not used to having the possibility to be open about the two of them and even if Dion trusted him, he was not entirely sure that Clive would understand.
"So, Clive, where to next? I'll follow you." he soon said to change the topic in a clumsy attempt to not let him notice his mistake.
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.
Post by Sir Terence on Jul 22, 2024 17:22:49 GMT -6
Sir Terence Beaufoy
Human | 28 | 5'9" x 160 | M | Soldier
Terence looked at Clive with an apologetic smile on his face. “Ah, of course. You may call me Terence, then.” He extended his hand for the man to shake and then, whether he had shaken it or not, he let it slide back down along his side. Seeing Clive curious, perhaps even worried about his Prince, the knight could not help but feel relieved. Dion had told him about his insecurities with the person now standing in front of him, but to Terence, it appeared as if those were only a matter of point of view. Perhaps it was only a matter of… breaking the ice? He would try to remember to speak about this with him whenever he would come back from his travel.
“I am aware, yes. We have been staying at the Rising Stones for the last few weeks, as I was healing from.. many things, I suppose. He’s found me on the verge of death and brought me there.” Instinctively, he tensed up at the memory of the monster that almost murdered him. “I.. happened to miscalculate someone’s abilities, and entered a fight I could not win in any possible way.”
He lowered his head in shame, closing his hands into trembling fists. “I am sure you can discern better than me when a person might be too dangerous, but.. if you ever happen to see a blonde man with blue eyes, probably more than seven feet tall, in noble garments, and carrying a scythe as a weapon… do not go against him.” He raised his head to look into the former nobleman’s eyes. “I have only met him once, but it was more than enough for me to understand he is at the very least as powerful as a Dominant. He lifted my whole, armoured weight with one hand, and wielded magic as well. Do be careful should you meet him. He-”
Terence hesitated, remembering only in that very moment that he had just seen said “dominant” sitting at a café with someone as if he was a completely normal person. A large one, but still. He was still in Provo and the mere thought of it was enough for Terence to feel a wave of fear wash over him. He tried not to show it, although he did look in the general direction he had come from while he was fleeing. “If.. if it is not a burden, Clive.. would you mind if I kept you company for a while?” he asked in the end, hiding his hands behind his back to hide their uncontrollable shaking.
He was scared -terrified even- but he would try his best to hide it.
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.
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?”
