Silent castlewalls [Achilles]

Why so serious?

I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve

Tick tack, tick tack, his purple eyes followed the clock, from left to right while the sound of it hummed through his mind, from left to right, from right to left. It was the only sound in this empty big room this time of the night. It was nothing more than an a hollow tick working on his nerves. His fingers started trembling on the oak surface of the table before he pushed away from it, tearing his eyes loose from that clock to focus on other things. It had been a while now, he expected Faylice to arrive any moment now, that was the main reason he was awake, at night and days, to welcome her with open eyes. But to be honest, he was bored out of his mind.

Wandering through the castle was his new habit of the night, lurking on the few servants still away, slipping by the guards on the entrance of the castle. He had his fun, but it was out now. A bored Avanti was equally as dangerous as a hungry one. The balcony was his new favorite spot in all of Navarre, a view as far as his eyes could stretch, just tipping the treetops to lands beyond. His eyes rested on Thriumph his strategy board, with pieces neatly ordered and strategies behind each one of them. Avanti wouldn’t interfere with those kind of plans, ruling was even more boring than wondering a castle. And to be honest, after years of living that hiërarchie never kept standing. He walked over to a table against the wall and grabbed for a bottle of whisky, his favorite thing to drink, aside blood. Not attempting to take a glass he took the whole damn bottle to the balcony, sitting on the edge while his purple eyes rested on the tiny little houses. Ayana was somewhere there, he could feel it but she wasn’t the only thing he felt. Even that tall a guy could be silent, but not silent enough for Avanti. He tilted his head before he looked slightly over his shoulder inside the room. ‘Tell me friend,’ he started, pressuring that last words extra before he turned the bottle open and looked down to it. ‘I hope you were very quiet in your way in,’ he brought his bottle up and took a big swallow, squeezing his eyes shortly shut by the distinct taste tickling his throat. ‘the mortals are sleeping.’ He whispered, not so amused as it sounded to be. He hoped that Achilles didn’t made a mess on his way over, that he hoped but he didn’t said it out loud.

Achilles

Why so serious?

I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve

What would come was something big, Avanti didn’t had turned a king in ages. These days they were all good faithed and to loyal to even get tempted by the darked. Shame, they could so much more with that power. But Thriumph, he was different and he was the reason Avanti sat here locked up between castle walls because his presents needed to be a secret. If somebody would see Avanti talk with Thriumph that would immediately spread word and how long would it take for Larethian to figure it out, certainly after that guards traveled over to get Faylice back. It was simple math.

As Achilles walked in Avanti turned his head, purple eyes scouting over the giant walking closer. Achilles was one of a kind, the kind that even Avanti not fully trusted. There was a tremendous difference between the two of them, where Avanti was the slim build clean killer, Achilles was the brut that pulled everything apart. So he question was justified, Achilles had a way of making an entrance, Avanti just hoped it went unnoticed by guards and others. He frowned his eyebrows as Achilles started talking, looking down to his shoe. The slight word joke made Avanti chuckle, looking back down to the little houses. ‘The only kitten I own is somewhere down there. Don’t tell her I said that.’ He replied to the words. He knew how much Ayana hated to be called a cat, or worse, a kitten. She was a jaguar, a lethal one but Avanti could never resist on just calling her a cat.

Nice dreams … the immortal rolled his eyes on the words. He wished he could sneak in every dream, making them wake up screaming. As Achilles got on Avanti looked down to the bottle before he pushed his slim long body from the edge of the balcony. ‘It's the only thing we drink.’ He stood still aside Achilles and pushed the bottle against his chest, looking up. ‘You better get used to it. We hunt one time on the full moon, the rest of it we stay low,’ He pressured the words with a soft warning. ‘Can you do that for me Achilles?’ He asked rather cold, tilting his head without losing sight of the darkness in Achilles his eyes. It was critical that they didn’t draw attention, they would cover Thriumph on that one night but after that … they had to starve themselves. Knowing that Larethian would one day find out they couldn’t leave right away. What would be a rather big torture for the three of them. Avanti turned away from Achilles, looking back out over the city as the giant killer started talking. ‘Nothing is too exotic for us anymore, curse of living so long,’ he felt silent, looking aside. ‘we tasted it all already.’ He shrugged, looking over his shoulder into the room on the soft sound in the hallway. Avanti looked how Achilles got some puppyparts from his shoe. ‘No wonder I can follow you everywhere if you always leave a mess like that.’ He said, throwing a dark promesing smile over to his friend, if you could call this friendship at least.

Achilles

Why so serious?

I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve

His eyes traced the city while he did the best he could to not start laughing about his own words. He knew Achilles had to restrain himself to so Avanti focused on finding Ayana in the city rather than looking aside and start laughing nonetheless. Ayana would push them both from that balcony if she heard them laughing over her. It wasn’t something they did often, laughing with one another, they were often to serious for that. But Avanti needed it, he was too bored to even find the little bit of respect for his right hand, for her darkness he so much loved. Searching with his eyes he couldn’t resist a small chuckle, looking slowly aside to the third member of this cult, Achilles.

His words didn’t came without a warning and that look in his empty purple eyes. Achilles tend to be the brutal one of the three and despite Avanti believed him in his words, he still not liked the way how Achilles left the dirt behind him. Achilles presented the cruelty of this cult, so it had his purpose, but in times like this, he had to learn to clean up his mess. ‘An immortal king.’ He whispered, gazing back as Achilles walked inside for a bottle of his own. ‘Our acts won’t come without consequences.’ He brought the bottle to his lips and took a big sip. ‘So I need you on your best behavior and your worst if,’ he felt silent, looking back to the city. ‘if you know who comes knocking.’ The slight anger and disgust was to hear in his voice if he thought about Larethian. The conversation of three weeks ago didn’t go as planned and it made Avanti thinking, what had that powerful king all in store.

His eyes glued to the pieces of puppy he so casual smeared over that balcony. Offcourse Achilles had a good reaction on everything and his face fell neutral as he looked aside to the giant leaning against the balcony. ‘You leave a trail for hunters to find you.’ He reacted rather plat before some sparkle in his eyes turned to a little amusement. ‘At least I can follow that if I need to save your ass. Poor little boy, always in need of guidance and saving.’ Avanti finished, giving his partner in crime a promising look. ‘But your safe now.’ Avanti promised, a voice so condescending it looked like a father was talking to his son. If Achilles could find humor in his own actions, Avanti could to.

Achilles