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~Summary~ Brilyan Sorose, a wizard, and X (your character) have been best friends for many years now. They live in castle alone that belonged to a woman who adopted both of them and that they thought of as a mother. The pair realize they've fallen in love and X proposes, Brilyan accepts and the wedding is set. The night before the wedding, Brilyan enters X's bedroom late at night and finds him in bed with a village girl. Rather than apologize, X is belligerent and Brilyan, in heartbroken rage turns X into a hideous troll. When X demands to be changed back angrily, still not apparently remorseful, Brilyan puts an obedience collar on him, forcing X to obey his every whim and say only, 'yes, or no, Master.' Two years pass this way when Brilyan activates the Bond, (sort of a pre-marriage togetherness thing) by being the unfaithful one this time when he kisses a man named Giacare. X now has his body back and goes to Brilyan's room, taking Brilyan's magick for his own by way of the Bond. Also, due to the nature of the Bond and Brilyan's spell, even after taking her powers, X is forced to take troll form at night, while being himself during the day.~

~~The world is Ioron, (think of a Lord of the Rings-ish world, but with many more major races and magick-users) The story takes place in a castle in one of the twelve kingdoms of Avaria (Avaria is the most magickal part of the world, covering one-fourth of Ioron itself. (Ioron=Earth) (If you didn't understand any of this, don't worry, it's helpful but not necessary <3) ~

~Prestory~
Brilyan Sorose is a wizard of unknown origins. He has lived with an old witch named Moregna all his life for as far back as he can remember, being the other's apprentice and aiding her. When he was nine years old, he chanced upon a boy: X. (Your character, give him a name) The boy was half-frozen in the snow and he managed to bring him inside, nursing him back to health and saving his life. The boy was eleven years old, alone, and fascinated by magick. A perfect addition to the castle-home.
Years past as Brilyan and X grew up as playmates and helpers to Moregna, with Brilyan learning the magick while X was taught all sorts of fighting tricks and even swordplay. He'd been confident he could beat the 'old lady' as he called him, and was soundly beaten everytime. Moregna was a mother to them both, and well loved by them both. When Brilyan was twenty and X twenty-two, Moregna decided to leave the castle in their hands, much to their sadness. She left, and the two were alone. As time passed, Brilyan and X realized that there was more than close friendship to their relationship..they'd fallen in love.

They spent all of their time together, happy and adoring each other's company. X couldn't use really any magick, but he didn't begrduge Brilyan his power in much the same way Brilyan was fine, even proud of, X being the skilled swordsman..so it came as no surprise when X proposed. Brilyan was overjoyed and said yes, and X was so happy he picked Brilyan up and twirled him in his arms, ending the night with both of them laughing and hugging each other on the floor. Several months passed and finally the wedding was a day away, That night, late though it was, Brilyan was beside himself with joy and went to his love's room..

When he opened the door, he found him in bed with a village girl and for a moment X didn't even notice Brilyan had entered and continued, only realizing when the servant girl gasped that Brilyan had entered. X quickly leapt up and put clothes on as Brilyan ran from the room. X had betrayed him the night before their wedding. X entered his room, coming to him and trying to speak to him, watching the man he loved as his heart broke before X's eyes..his own heart breaking in kind. Anger at himself warred inside of him, and anguish at the pain he'd caused his beloved. He'd been nervous about getting married..and the village girl had seemed so nice..but in reality..he was just thinking about himself and he knew it, which further angered him as he made his first mistake: he didn't apologize or show his remorse. Instead, at Brilyan's mention of being with the servant girl, X gave a response he hated himself for, "So? I am the Master of the Castle, am I not?" He would be, once married to Brilyan, and it never crossed his mind how serious it was, not at first..but he didn't know how to apologize. And that was when Brilyan cast his spell.

He called on the binding power, (The Bond) one that was traditionally taken about a week before a wedding to ensure faithfulness..since a partner failing to stay faithful didn't deserve the blessed union of a Bond. Therefore, he called on his own powers and the Bond, using them against X. Brilyan cast his spell and aimed at X, who realized something was happening and tried to protest, only to feel his body wracked with pain. Things were shifty and changing..and in moments, where X had stood was now a troll, hideous and repulsive. The skin was wrinkly and wart-covered, hairy in several places too, especially along the head and hands. His teeth were pointy yellow fangs, and his nose was long and crooked with beady black eyes..he was a terrible thing to look at, and he was X.

Seeing himself in a mirror, he looked to Brilyan in horror, before making his second mistake: demanding in anger alone that he turn X back. Even after the spell, X still did not apologize..he still cared only for himself in Brilyan's opinion. So using the Bond, he crafted a collar that formed around X's neck and clicked, a slave's collar..it was a sign of low class, basically making X look like any other dumb, troll used for labor since they were unnaturally strong. The collar made it so that X had to obey any command he gave, he could not refuse..and he made it so that X could not speak but to say, 'Yes, Master', or 'No, Master", in his raspy, growling troll-voice.

X felt dread for himself, and sad love for the other as he realized Brilyan meant to keep him this way. He commanded X to clean his bedchambers and then left as X was forced to do the work. When Brilyan came back later, he commanded X to get out and so he did, though he stopped by the door and intended to come back in..only to hear Brilyan crying inside. Remorse came to him fully as he'd had more time to consider his actions..but by then it was too late.

Two years passed in this manner, Brilyan as a cold, demanding master and X as a subservient troll. People he knew from the village came by occasionally, seeking Brilyan's magickal help on this or that..but they never recognized him, they treated him like garbage..like a..troll. And then Giacare came along. He was a wizard of some sort, an exotic traveler who'd befriend Brilyan at a magick fair and began visiting regularly, much to X's growning anger. He loved Brilyan of course, and was certain from the few times he'd caught her crying that Briyan still loved him..but he was bitter now too, surely what he'd done didn't merit two years as a malformed slave? And then, having to watch the man he considered his husband flirting and happy with another man..he was tempted to throttle Giacare.

And then something happened. One night, Giacare stayed over later than usual while X sulked in his bed, Brilyan having somewhat mercifully allowed him to stay in his own bedroom. X fell asleep as Giacare and Brilyan progressed beyond words, kissing each other passionately before Giacare left and Brilyan went to bed. Despite everything, he refused to sleep with another as X had done to Briylan...meanwhile, X's collar snapped and he woke with a start as the sun rose. To his shock, his body was changed, a troll no more..but himself again! And the collar that forced him to obey all of Brilyan's commands lay shattered..and moreover..he could feel from the Bond why this was, it was Brilyan..she'd been unfaithful. Though he wasn't sure just how unfaithful she'd been. Part of that hurt deeply, but the other part was happy, finally he was free.

He made his way to Brilyan's bedroom, hoping he hadn't woken up yet..that wouldn't fit into his plans. When he entered, he stared at him a moment before calling on the Bond since Briylan been 'unfaithful' and thusly the magicked worked against him this time as nearly every bit of his magick entered X. Brilyra awakens to see X beside his bed, feeling his powers gone..

~Prestory End~

~This is where the story begins~

Obviously, they both love each other..but Brilyan is heartbroken over what X did, and X is heartbroken at all of the actions of X, X meanwhile is furious that Brilyan trapped him as a reviled slave for so long, being mocked whenever he stepped outside or called monster..though he did have to admit, if Brilyan had caught any of those people instulting or attempting to abuse X..he threatened or physically forced the others away angrily, refusing to let anyone besides himself torment X.

X now has all of Brilyan's magick and therefore nearly unlimited power..feel free to take any liberties. He can also make an obedience collar for Brilyan if you want. Brilyan isn't the type to be afraid and will still try to be 'in control' even though X has all the power now. X should be thinking along the lines of tough love, knowing that Brilyan won't believe him if he's totally sincere at first and loving, but nor will he respond to total coldness or anger. And as stated, X thinks of Brilyan as being his husband already, despite the fact they are not technically married.

~Story will involve re-falling in love, breaking X's spell, some villian-ness-this isn't all that can or must happen, just a guideline~

~Brilyan is mine and X is yours except in flashbacks, otherwise feel free to do anything with any character or just stick to X~

Rules:
1. No cybering, this will have physical scenes but they needn't be graphic.
2. Please be as literate as possible, at least five sentences a post and nothing like "x superman dawes went to the movies and dawes said hey i like movies and superman laughed cause superman is awesome"
3. X is either a seke leaning towards seme or full seme, NO UKE. NOOOO! *hisses*
4. Have fun!

Profiles: Yours:
Name:
Age: 25
Race:
Personality: (one-word traits, and must be a seke leaning towards seme or full seme.(And it would be nice if he had a temper <3)
Biography: Previously Stated.
Abilities: Himself:
After taking Brilyan's powers: Everything he can do.
Appearance: (You can include a picture of him in his true body, and one of him as some sort of troll, or goblin thing (the latter is optional) also, decide if he's one of the large, monstrous sized trolls, or one of the little hunchbacked troll types)

Name: Vaan (his birth name is Xiang Pyrr Llend)
Age: 25
Race: Half-human, half-divine (Not a demi-god, but close to it)
Personality: When he’s ‘freed’: Vicious, cold, possessive, unkind, blunt, angry, twisted, surly
Truly: Kind, gentle, protective, absent-minded, stubborn, loving, very openly affectionate, thoughtful, courteous
Biography: Previously Stated.
Vaan has no memory of anything prior to Brilyan saving him from the cold. According to Moregna, the shock of being brought back from the verge of death affected his mind somehow. Despite assurances that he would eventually remember who he was, Vaan still has no solid recollection of anything, except for the melody of a lullaby someone used to sing to him.

Vaan would also like to make it perfectly clear that he was drunk the night Brilyan found him with that girl. He would also like to point out that he hadn’t really done anything to her when his lover walked it, except touch. Unfortunately, Vaan drunk is not a smart Vaan and so...things got a little out of hand. And Vaan has never had the chance to explain this to Brilyan, and he hasn’t much bothered trying to talk to him otherwise. His confinement in his troll form has made him a little...bitter. There have been people who both verbally and physically abused him, outside of Brilyan’s notice, but Vaan doesn’t know that. He believes that they did it because Brilyan said so.
Abilities: Himself: Skilled with various weaponry and he has some magickal skills, but their combat oriented (e.g. conjuring a weapon)
After taking Brilyan's powers: Everything he can do.
Appearance:
Normal:


Troll:


Mine:
Name: Brilyan Sorose, (Brill-E-in- Sore-ruse)
Age: 23
Race: Elf/Wizard
Personality: After Cheat: Cold, mocking, demanding, uncaring, smirking, sometimes crying when she thinks X doesn't notice.
Truly: Warm, curious, playful, tempermental, affectionate, goofy, stubborn, loves to laugh, enjoys teaching and children, imaginative.
Biography: Raised by Moregna, the old witch, he was taken in as an apprentice and eventually took in X as his apprentice after saving him. Moregna eventually decided to leave, entrusting the castle to Brilyan, a true magick-user. When he was nineteen, and X was twenty-one, X proposed to Brilyan..and several months later, the night before the wedding day, he caught X in bed with a village girl. (X, loving only B wouldn't sleep with another male) Heartbroken, and being given not even one sign of remorse from the other, he transformed his former lover into a troll and any pity he might have had ended the moment the other bade him angrily to change him back. Then he took away the last bit of free will X would have had with him. Two years later, he has lived with X as his troll-servant all of this time, meeting a man by the name of Giacare. After kissing him, the binding spell deemed it unfaithful and took his spell off X..more or less.
Appearance:

Name: Laelira (?)
Age: 10- (unknown-she's bound in girl form with those memories, is actually seventeen) (*subject to change..*still brainstorming*..)
Race: Fae (Elven, or fairy...royalty?)(If fairy then heir to the High Court, governs the Seelie and Unseelie Courts)
Personality: Thoughtful, affectionate, playful, curious, protective, fierce, stubborn, enjoys music, charming.
Biography: Laelira is a Fae princess, lost to her kingdom when she was kidnapped and bound by a wizard named Gregon, (the villian of the story..muwahah!) he was intending to keep her but she escaped and he has been unable to find her. She will be released from her form if someone with magick blood gets a drop in her mouth, (if X does it then it will make her half and half, sometimes kid sometimes older because X isn't technically magick) *still brainstorming*)
Appearance:


Name: Giacare (Sh-Car-A) (except the Sh has a J-ish sound)
Age: 27
Race: ?
Personality: Fierce, protective, charming, witty, kind, caring, mischevious, easily amused.
Biography: Was taken from his younger brother when X was ten and he was twelve, which was perhaps why X didn't recognize Giacare after fourteen years..and vice versa. Both brothers have a necklace with an Avarian rune, the necklace is a half and spells out their respective names, when put together-the necklace reads 'brother', which is how they'll figure out they're brothers.
Biography: X was taken from Giacare when he was kidnapped by a Snorm King. Snorm's being a band of troll-like creatures that hunted magick users and worked them like slaves..thankfully, after only three years of that Below (Ioron equivalent of Hell) he was liberated and returned to his homeland..but his brother he could not find. He has never stopped searching, but it's hard to keep up hope..A tip led him to a wizard, Brilyan Sorose, who he has become rather fond of to his surprise..but his affections for him romantically are for the sake of his brother, X already has a true love, Silyera.
Abilities: Wizardy
Appearance:

Waking up had become something that Vaan came to dread over the two years he was trapped in his hideous form. Did Brilyan even know what he had done to Vaan? Did he know about the abuse he had suffered from at the hands of the people that came here? Probably. He wouldn’t be surprised if Brilyan had been the one to urge them to do it. His husband wouldn’t let Vaan speak to him properly, wouldn’t speak to him properly. Only orders and cold words. Wasn’t two years enough time to be trapped like this?

Vaan twisted in his bed, frayed and torn sheets wrapping around his body. But something was different today. He felt...smaller, strangely enough. When he opened his eyes, there were strangs of red and black by his face and a pale, human hand where his green claw-like one should be. He sat up, confused and shocked, and saw that everything was different. His feet weren’t dangling over the end of the bed as they usually would. Instead the legs that he hadn’t seen for so long. And the collar he often wore shattered around his neck. Vaan blinked several times before he struggled out of the sheets only to the fall off the bed.

As he struggled back up, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He was himself. His old, normal self. Long hair, black at the roots before melting into red, and ice blue eyes were wide. A red mark in the middle of his forehead that he’d had since before Brilyan had saved him. Brilyan... Vaan closed his eyes. What had Brilyan done, to make this happen? He was happy to be human again but it hurt to know that this was only because Brilyan had been unfaithful. Why couldn’t it have been Brilyan’s choice?

As soon as he could, he dressed in the only clothing that he hadn’t destroyed in the first month after he changed and started towards his husband’s room. If that man, Giacare, was still there, he was going to rip him apart. He stopped for a moment at the door and exhaled slowly. When he opened the door, he relaxed at Brilyan being alone. After staring at his husband after such a long time, eyes soft, he opened up the Bond and began pulling at Brilyan’s magick.

His hand clenched when he was finished taking the other’s magick. The soft eyes turned cold as he straightened. “It’s good to see you too Brilyan.” Vaan spoke softly. His expression was impassive as he spoke. Nothing like the soft gentleness from two years ago. “Or were you expecting that man, Giacare?”

Brilyan was...beautiful. The same as he remembered. Being a troll had twisted his view of the world. Despising that which he loved, despite how deeply he loved, for two years had been painful. He hadn’t been able to even look at Brilyan, despising and loving him at the same time, so he didn’t. And Brilyan didn’t seem to mind him not looking at him, so it was fine. Now that he was human again (and sober), Brilyan was back to being beautiful, back to being the perfect man who could do no wrong.

But he had done wrong. Brilyan had done something with that...man. Why did he have to do that, and why with that man? Two years had passed... Vaan couldn’t help but wonder sometimes why Brilyan hadn’t done this sooner. Why hadn’t he found someone else to love? For a moment he thought that maybe the wizard still had a love for him. But maybe Brilyan’s had just been waiting for the perfect someone to take his place, which didn’t made him feel better. Then he mentioned Giacare again and...well...Vaan snapped.

Vaan moved right up to Brilyan’s and slapped him, icy blue eyes burning with anger and hurt. Brilyan valued another man’s opinion. His husband thought this Giacare wouldn’t allow this? Vaan wouldn’t allow this. He did not want Brilyan thinking about another man, ever. That he returned to being human just because his husband had been unfaithful...but didn’t know how unfaithful... Did he understand what that made him feel like? Vaan was going to kill Giacare once he got his hands on him and he didn’t care if Brilyan hated him for it.

Immediately Vaan grabbed Brilyan’s shoulder and shoved him back down onto the bed. One hand pushed down on Brilyan’s neck and the fingers of the other tangled in the violet hair. “And why wouldn’t Giacare allow it? Tell me. What did you give to him that you can speak like that about him? What did he give to you?” Vaan towered on top of him. All of that rage and jealousy he had towards the other man was getting vented onto the man below him. Teeth clenched and set as his eyes narrowed. “Why does my mistake merit two years of servitude while your unfaithfulness only resulted in a good night sleep?”

Vaan was utterly and completely enraged as he looked down at Brilyan. The desire to kill Giacare was overwhelming, and he was going to do it too. But first he had to deal with Brilyan, explain to him, for once, what happened that night. Would his husband listen though? Vaan frowned a little... Hadn’t someone told him about being able to share memories through a Bond? Could he do that with the magick he’d taken from Brilyan?

Even as he considered the idea, the words coming out of his husband’s mouth were enough for him to want to slap him again. Blue eyes narrowed and his hand tightened on Brilyan’s neck. He’s planned on acting towards Brilyan as Brilyan acted towards him, but all that anger about him and that man flirting, whether or not he was there, wouldn’t stop.

And Brilyan’s pretending that it was nothing important angered him even more. Had Brilyan even felt his drunken semi-but-not-really infidelity (Vaan didn’t think touching was an infidelity) as Vaan had felt Brilyan’s unfaithfulness that morning? Vaan set his mouth into a thin line, tamping down in rage. “Only kissed? Really? What kind of a kiss? There are several types. Did you kiss him as one would a friend? Or as a lover? Did you pour passion and need into it? Were you trying to seduce him?”

Vaan sighed and sat back, lifting Brilyan with him easily before bodily shoving him back down. “Do you really think I enjoyed your mercy? I have hated you, Brilyan, since the day you changed me.” He stood, off the bed, as if he didn’t want to be close to him. “I would rather you have let me rot in a pond. At least I would have not had to be around you, incapable of telling you of the truth of what happened. Not that you’ll ever listen. You seemed to enjoy have someone to order around and your actions cast doubt over your feelings for me.” Vaan picked through the hazy memories, which were more emotions by the end of it, from that night and pushed them to the forefront of his mind and sent them through both the Bond and the magick he’d taken from his husband.

Blurs and shapes...the pub in the village... Laughter and celebrations as Vaan announced that everyone was invited to his wedding tomorrow. That was...the fifth time that night he mentioned it. Someone told him that after he fell off the table. Someone else said he looked a mess. But he didn’t care. Too happy. He was getting married to the man he loved. Loved...

After he lost count of the glasses he drank...he thought he saw his husband-to-be... But it was blurred... Not right... Stumbling words falling from his mouth... Skin brushing and touching as Vaan stumbled back to the castle with the person he thought was Brilyan... Clothes shed... Falling into bed... Wondering why the other was just standing there... Being joined in bed by the other... Touching...thinking something was wrong, but he couldn’t place what... Being almost kissed before seeing another Brilyan... Confusion (and a little excitement, but he was drunk and completely in love with Brilyan) at there being two Brilyans... Not understanding, getting angry at not understanding...

“For that,” Vaan spat out the word, his anger showing again, “for that, you changed me. I’m sorry I’m an idiot when I’m drunk. You know I’m an idiot when I’m drunk. But I’ve been wondering about some things now. Wondering if you felt my mistake as I felt your unfaithfulness, through the Bond. Was it the power of the Bond that you used, Bril, or your own magick? Gods know you have enough power to change anyone without being Bonded to them.” Vaan’s voice turned cold, his expression dead save for his angry eyes. He loved Bril, he really did. But if the other really didn't care for him anymore...

Maybe (just maybe) Vaan was focusing a little too much on the act of unfaithfulness that had returned his true body to him. But Brilyan even looking at another person made Vaan go into an extremely violent, possessive rage. He loved Brilyan. And he didn’t believe his husband when he said it was only a simple kiss. Why did he feel Brilyan’s own betrayal so strongly through the Bond if it only was a simple kiss? Something more had to have happened between the two magic users.

Anger spiked inside of him again when he thought of the man that had touched his Brilyan. Why had Giacare come here anyway, come to see Brilyan? Had he thought to court and win Brilyan’s heart? Vaan wouldn’t allow it. Brilyan was his. HIS. He’d been unfaithful and would suffer the consequences, but Vaan was not going to leave Brilyan because of it. He would just been the cold master this time, and perhaps a little cruel as well. His husband couldn’t be coddled. He needed to know the consequences of his actions.

Vaan did his best not to react to Brilyan’s reactions of his memories. Because of what had happened between them, the little bit of doubt that he had about his husband’s feelings for him affected how he was seeing Brilyan now. He wasn’t able to believe him anymore, not like he used to. Having two years worth of memories of a cold master when all he wanted was his loveable Bril back had been terrible. Worst when the villagers found and abused him. There had only been one time Brilyan had intervened, when one had gone too far and stabbed him. The one time that had made him think his loveable Bril was still in there. But then the abuse continued—less violent, but still very hurtful—and Brilyan seemed oblivious, though Vaan doubted his husband didn’t know that the villagers had been abusing him still.

He almost leaned into the touch when Brilyan touched his cheek, but stopped himself and instead stepped away. “If everything could be solved with words, then we could go back to getting back to being married. Do you think that we can really go back to being that loving couple with what you’ve done to me? Or is that you don’t understand what I’ve said? I have completely lost faith in you, Bril.” He flexed the hand he gathered Brilyan’s magick in. “Maybe it would be better if you had something that made you a little more...obedient. Then I wouldn't doubt you anymore...”

Detached eyes stared down at Brilyan but Vaan mind went back to Giacare. He really couldn’t help it. He didn’t like how happy and flirty his Bril had been with Giacare. Wait...why had Brilyan been so sure that Giacare would even know that he took his husband’s magick? That Giacare would not allow it? The man wasn’t coming to the castle again today? He was definitely going to kill that man if he was coming back today. Definitely going to kill him.

Why was Brilyan flinching every time Vaan told him how he felt about the way they had lived their life these past two years? Did he want him to lie about how he had been feeling? He didn’t think lying about how he felt would make the problems between each other go away. He would still feel anger, doubt and bits of hate towards Brilyan despite his love for him. And Vaan couldn’t live that way, hiding the negative emotions and going back to being his soft, gentle self.

He closed his hand, listening to his husband trying make up with him and reasoning his way out of his actions from before. He didn’t like the excuses coming out of that mouth. It was like seeing Brilyan in a new light. Forcing flaws forward where previously he hadn’t seen any. Making Vaan face the fact that his Brilyan was not as perfect as he had once seen him to be.

Or maybe just the strange mix of absolute love and pure hatred he had for his husband when he had been a troll was affecting how Vaan saw him. “I don’t care why you did what you did, Brilyan. I know you knew what you were doing. You just said that you were using your own magick to change me. Being heartbroken did not take away your capacity for reason. You didn’t want to see the state I was in, only what I had been about to do to.” The memories of that night were hazy in Vaan’s mind, but he did wonder why Brilyan hadn’t questioned the slur in his voice and his stumbling over words. He’d been too drunk to even stand that night; he argued everything from the bed, beside the person he had thought was Brilyan.

Vaan froze when Brilyan hugged him, apologizing again. He looked down at the other, feeling completely unused to the closeness. Eveything he wanted to do—to touch and hold Brilyan, to kiss him and make his husband feel uniquely cherished—were the things he couldn’t do if he was to continue with his plans. He had to do this, not for revenge but to make Brilyan really understand what he had done to Vaan.

Hands reached up and gently pushed the other away. Face impassive, eyes detached and devoid of any emotion as he stared down at Brilyan. “Because this is your castle is why you’ve stayed for so long. Because I have obeyed your words, I couldn’t leave this place. I have hated you for not letting me die when you had the chance. Why did you bothering saving me a second time?” That single act of kindness from when he had been a troll, and how Brilyan acted afterward, made Vaan see the other as one only wanting a kept slave, not a husband. Vaan wondered how Brilyan saw him now, as he glared down at him. Brilyan had effectively put an end to their future together, but what would he think of what Vaan had planned? That it would end their future together completely? Did he care, or did he want that...other man instead? “It will take a long time until I can forgive you, Brilyan. Until then I will keep your magick and you will abide by my rules.”

More excuses were falling out of Brilyan's mouth. Vaan sighed and shook his head. He couldn't believe that his husband thought that he would leave him. Vaan hadn't anywhere to go. All he knew was Brilyan and Moregna. His past was a blank and his name wasn't even his own. He'd known the other all his life, he couldn't just leave him, couldn't stop loving him. Didn't Brilyan remember that Vaan couldn't remember anything?

It really hurt him, that Brilyan thought he would leave or keep being drunk and mistaking others for his husband. What was worst were the words spoken in reply to his condition. He'd said he would give the magick back, something his husband had never done for him. After saying those things and then asking about the rules Vaan had wanted him to follow...he couldn't take it. "Aren't they none of your concern?" He snapped coldly. He had wanted to let Brilyan have the chance to prove himself, but those words hurt him. It sounded a little like how the other had been when he was the cold master. Brilyan's words only made it clear to Vaan that he cared more about his magick than he cared for Vaan.

Vaan turned and left the room, lips pressed into a thin line and fighting the urge to cry. He loved Brilyan. He really did. Why couldn't Bril see that? What was he supposed to do? Vaan's stride turned angry as he walked away from Brilyan and his room. He wouldn't leave (where would he go?), but Brilyan wasn't getting any more chances. He couldn't give Brilyan any more chances.

He'd created the collar.

Vaan hadn’t actually been planning on creating an obedience collar. He had thought, since Brilyan knew him best, his husband would have known what rules he would have lain down. Not to be so cold. To trust Vaan. Not to see other people (especially Giacare) with those happy eyes that made Vaan think he would rather be with them. And they could have said that they were enjoying each other’s company and would like some times to themselves, as newlyweds often did. Then Brilyan wouldn’t have to worry about people coming around to bother them. Unless he told the villagers that his troll was Vaan. Then...it wouldn’t work.

Those arms around him still felt awkward. He pushed the arms that were hugging him off again and turned back to Brilyan. The icy blue eyes seemed to shine a little and he didn’t say a word at all initially. Then he leaned, almost as if to kiss the other. If he just gave Brilyan one more chance...but... “That was your chance Bril. You’re not getting another.” The cold voice almost wavered and he sighed softly, just staying there for a moment. Longer than a moment. Though he really ought to leave.

He needed to leave Brilyan right then. He needed to not be around his husband. If he stayed here, with Brilyan, he would break down and give him another chance. He needed to figure out how to make the collar without screwing up. This...was going to take a while.