xxxxxxxas gold fades to gray
xxxxxxxxxxxxblood wars // oneshot
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“You’re kidding, you’re ******** kidding- how could you think this was okay?!”
It still echoed in his ears, Ryker’s bellows refusing to leave and crashing about like thunder. His hand gripped his right shoulder and slide down slowly to the dull ache on his upper limb. The pain was considerably better than it had been an hour ago but nonetheless it still bothered him. He’d known to expect the redhead to take it badly, it was his fault for letting him hit him.
Dusty blue eyes glanced at the fireplace, trailing over the family photographs and treasures resting on it. His father had them put there, proudly displaying a heritage that Quin knew would weigh heavily on his shoulders the rest of his life. He didn’t mind carrying the Benett name, it came with great wealth and influence, something that the blonde would never be able to resist. After a childhood of luxury, it was impossible for him to cast those things aside.
“I had to, you know they’d never trust me if I hadn’t. I’m already on shaky ground-”
With so many other high profile pureblood families joining the cause, his parents had had no choice but to add their names to the list as well in order to keep their status. His mother in particular had a strong stake of her life invested in her socialite ways, to lose her entire lifestyle over this had been too upsetting of an idea to bear. His family had never been associated with dark wizards before but the pureblood side of the war was big enough that it was under debate who was evil and who was right.
He easily knew the answer in his heart already. The difficulty lay in convincing the rest of them.
“Does Wyatt know about this? You think he’d be happy with this, huh?”
“What choice did I have? I had to prove I was one of them!”
The words hung in the air. Not this, you didn’t have to go this far. He'd watched cautiously as Ryker’s head had jerked away to restlessly glare at anything but him and Quin could tell he was reaching that point past yelling and cursing to prolonged absences and returned owls. Storming down the hallway, the older keeper let a hand swing freely to cup and knock a porcelain vase from its place to the floor. Navy and white shards of intricate flowers scattered in an expensive mess and Quin flinched at the loss.
He’d always liked that Ryker wasn’t afraid to disturb or play with his luxury toys and trinkets but this was blatant rebellion against the sacred things of his life. The shorter man left a loud trail of noise behind him as he disappeared from sight, the way he always did. Quin’s hand went to steady himself on the fine velvet of the loveseat but his legs gave out and he sunk down onto it dejectedly. Ryker was always one for theatrics and tempers to an extreme level.
The worst was yet to come though as he had yet to break the news to the sweetest and most innocent of them all. A knot in his stomach began to brew to accompany the dull headache weighing down on him as visions of those big upset eyes swamped his mind before he could even think of Basil’s name. What Ryker brought in anger, the wand maker matched in tears and bitter confusion. The youngest of the group had never been good at coming to terms with things that hurt him and resorted in running away from them which would leave him with Ryker pushing him away while Basil avoided him. He didn’t even want to think about Wyatt.
They’d understand in time if he gave it to them, he was sure of it. It bristled him to think they didn’t trust him but they’d come out alright in the end. The lion sat stiffly for a long time as the natural light filling the room slowly dimmed, anxiously rubbing the black mark on his forearm still sore from the procedure. Pale fingers peeled away and a dark skull peeked out, a single tear of blood trailing beneath it.
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