”I can’t believe he’s done this.” Ian’s mouth went tense as he sat on the subway with Ruven’s unconscious body leaning against him, blood dripping all over his jacket. He hadn’t even put one on Ruven, since, you know… That’s not exactly what he had been thinking just before he left. Ian was sure the unconscious elf couldn’t feel the chilly weather anyways. Several people had stopped Ian by now asking if the lycan needed any help. He looked like hell himself. His eye was already swollen and bruised as well as his nose all crooked and out of place. Odin had really hit a sweet spot where his eyes just wouldn’t stop watering no matter how much he tried. Everyone thought he was crying. Ian grabbed his cellphone glaring down at the screen, almost praying it would have a text from Odin saying how sorry he was about this all.
But there was nothing. Odin didn’t even care, did he? He just did his job and sent them off to deal with the repercussions. They were trying to ******** help and all Odin could do was lash out and physically ******** assault them. Ian had no warnings, no countdowns, no explanation or hints as to what the ******** was wrong with Odin. About why he was freaking out about silver.
The stop before the one closest to the hospital, Ian stood up and got Ruven back on his shoulders as he struggled to get to the door. He hopped up, adjusting Ruven on his back before stepped off and limping down the street. Subways were much faster than ambulances, so the lycan knew it was best to hand deliver the elf himself. He would need some treatment anyways. Ian had no idea what he was going to tell his father tomorrow at work. He felt humiliated because he knew nobody would believe him if he said he’d just been mugged. Everybody would know what Odin had done to him without a word needing to be exchanged.
Ian entered the hospital and quickly moved towards the counter. ”Hey hey. I have an emergency. He’s really hurt I dunno if he’s okay. What can I do?”
”I’ll get some nurses to bring him to the emergency care unit. You’ll have some paperwork to fill out there.”
”Yes okay. That’s fine. Yes.” And Ian didn’t need to carry Ruven on his back any longer once he was given the help the woman promised. It took a while to fill out the paperwork since Odin wouldn’t text him back giving the slave’s identification number, but the woman had someone working on the elf scan his chip to get his slave information for the lycan. Once Ian finished he sat in the waiting room a while trying to catch his breath, and only then realize he was missing his usual company. So out his phone went once more. He put up a text for Acacius.
RECIPIENT: ACACIUS GRIFFITH Hey. I’ve just arrived at Brookeview Hospital. I need you to meet me here. Odin has really hurt Ruven and I don’t really know what’s going on I think I’m in shock. I need to wait here until he’s better though. I can’t leave him. I’m gonna need to see a doctor too. I might have to call in sick to work tomorrow.
Then Ian slowly closed his phone and placed it into his pocket after double checking that it was on vibrate so he’d be able to get messages again. The lycan slowly rubbed his temples as the numbness in his face wore off. The cold weather wasn’t there to hide his pain. He just felt swollen and defeated and hurt.
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"Everything is fine. I just gotta check on Ruven and Odin real quick. Don't wait up for me."
No, everything is not fine. Acacius's fingers shake uncontrollably, he feels sick to his stomach, he can't stop pacing his bedroom and glancing at his phone where it lies on his bed. How the ******** was he supposed to just relax after Ruven called Ian? That stoic elf never calls. It's always just texts using the minimal words possible. For Ruven to call, that was the first red flag for Acacius. And for Ian to insist he go to his lunatic brother's apartment alone! If the circumstances were different -- if Acacius wasn't just a slave -- he would have done more to prevent his best friend from going there. But, as it seems, the world has other plans for them.
As soon as his phone chimes, Acacius spins on his heel and fumbles to pick it up. His fingers shake as he tries to unlock the screen, cursing under his breath. It's not long before the elf's eyes go wide and horror sinks heavily into his stomach making it hard to breath. He's paralysed for a moment. This can't be happening. That ******** deplorable b*****d couldn't have-- But, actually, he definitely could and would. Acacius wants to doubt the legitimacy of this situation, wants to not believe that this is happening every fiber of his being. But he can't. Ian wouldn't lie to him about something so serious. The elf wastes no time in throwing on whatever clothes he has lying around; he doesn't even bother to put on proper shoes, just a pair of moccasins meant for the house.
One panic attack-inducing subway ride later, Acacius is sprinting to the entrance of Brookview Hospital. He hurriedly weaves between people, muttering insincere apologies as he bumps into several on his way. The elf whips around, his wide eyes searching desperately for Ian. His chest burns and his heart pounds wildly in his ears, but he pays no mind to his own pain. Ian needs him. Ian is what's important right now. Acacius could have lost an entire limp and that still wouldn't be as significant as Ian's safety.
"Can I help you?" A nurse approaches the frazzled elf, concern creasing his brow. Acacius wants to dismiss the stranger and race through the entire building on his hunt for his master. But that will take forever, and even in his panicked state the blonde is able to register that. So, he nods and explains his situation in as few words as possible. The nurse leads Acacius down a few halls until they come to the ER's waiting room. During their short trek, the elf continues to fidget and glance about anxiously, not wanting to accidentally miss Ian passing by on a stretcher or in a wheelchair.
When they enter the large room, it doesn't take long for Acacius's eyes to hone in on a familiar red head, and his legs work without him ordering them to. "Ian!" he calls once he's a few feet away. The elf squeezes through a crowd, earning more annoyed scowls, but none of that matters. He just needs to get to Ian. "Are you alright? Holy s**t-- you don't look too good. Have you seen a doctor yet? Are you still bleeding?" The questions just spill out as Acacius closes the distance, the worry obvious in the furrow of his brow and how his hands still shake and his eyes start to water. He moves to sit next to Ian, but never takes his gaze off his master. "Your eye...your nose..." Acacius whispers, lifting a hand to push back some of Ian's hair. He takes in a deep breath and reminds himself to stay strong, stay calm. With his free hand, he reaches up to catch any traitorous tears. "Goddamnit, Ian, I was so scared," the elf murmurs before flashing a relieved smile.
But, Acacius knows this isn't over. No, it's far from over. This is just the beginning. Odin did this to Ian, and that won't be kept secret. Everyone will know. And Odin will pay for this. Acacius knows he has no power over Odin's punishment, but if it was up to him, that worthless werewolf would be rehabilitated into a slave. It's people like Odin that the Slaver Division was created for: the disgusting slime of the world that have no better use than to fetch groceries and clean toilets. No, Odin is even lower than that. He doesn't even deserve life if all he's going to do with it is hurt others. However, those are thoughts that Acacius pushes deep down. This isn't the time to express his aggression towards the other Cypress. He needs to be here for Ian.
i hope this is alright!!! sorry for holding up the roleplay for a bit emotion_sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 7:07 am
Ruven knew where he was and what was going on to a degree; but he wasn't really all there. He basically drifted in and out of consciousness a few times. First he was on the floor watching the brothers fight. Next thing he knew the cool air touched his face and he realized that he was on Ian's back. Then there was a nurse or two above him that seemed to be murmuring something way too quietly for anyone to hear. That's the last thing he saw before he was out like a light. At least he was getting taken care of at a hospital.
It wasn't until it was all over that he came to for real. The elf felt a bit groggy; but the pain wasn't there. He figured that he must have been drugged up at the moment. Ruven took his time to get a good look at the plain room that he was placed in without actually sitting up. His neck seemed okay since there wasn't anything there to stop him from moving it. His face probably looked absolutely horrible though. There was definitely a wrap going around his head: it was most likely a measure taken to keep his jaw in place. That meant that attempting to speak was a bad idea. It didn't really matter that much since he wasn't the most talkative person in the world. That and there were other ways to go about it. Slowly, he lifted one of his hands to examine the damage as gently as he could. It seemed like his nose and jaw were broken and needed time to heal--at least from what he could tell. That one eye was still swollen; but it seemed a bit better than before. He decided not to force it open any more than was necessary. There was also a big band-aid that covered the gash on his cheek.
Ruven didn't make it known that he was awake because he just didn't feel like dealing with people and wanted to collect his thoughts. At some point, which was only about five minutes later, a nurse came to check on him. Since they knew he was awake they went through the typical questions and enlightened him on what they had to do and how to take care of himself so that he would recover correctly. There was no questions about how it happened though. That was to be expected since their focus was on someone's physical health. After answering and showing he understood with simple nods, they told him that his friends would be able to see him soon and left.
He wasn't friends with Ian and whoever else that was out there; but he wouldn't have corrected them even if he could speak. Why was it plural though? There was no way that Odin came to the hospital. That just wasn't his style. 'Oh Acacius.' Of course the other elf would come as soon as he heard what happened. He'd probably only be worried about his master until he saw his fellow elf. It didn't matter. Ruven just wanted to know what would happen next. Would Ian rat out his brother or protect him? He'd probably have to convince his slave if it was the latter. The blonde didn't seem to like Odin at all--probably because of how he treats his brother. Would he have to recover at the apartment? The doctor said that he wanted him to stay overnight just to make sure everything was going well; but after that he was free to return "home".
While in thought something occurred to him. The stupid s**t he spit out in anger as things got considerably worse. Did either of them hear or understand him? It might depend on when his jaw was actually broken. Well, he probably had to bring it up at some point since he could get more detailed information on the system that was provided and other such things. Come to think about it, he could probably use this beating he incurred to get more out of Ian in particular. He was the brother that was always so concerned about others after all. That kind of "talk" was for another time though.
LOCATION: At the hospital with people. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Ian didn't know how to stop all his thoughts. When his father saw him he wasn't sure what the man would say. He really put a lot of stress on professionalism. Ian's father believed that they needed to look in control, content, and proud around clients. If Ian showed up looking like he was the type to get into bar fights how were his clients supposed to trust him? He was worried his nose would heal all bent out of shape and he'd be ugly. He was worried Ruven would report Odin. ********, at this point Ian was afraid he'd have to report Odin. What if his therapist or someone from his group meetings or his probation office came round asking about new blood stains and bruises on Odin's knuckles? What if everything worked out fine this time and nobody got in trouble or badly hurt in the long run and Odin ended up killing one of them the next time?
"Ian!" He probably looked sheepish before turning around since he knew exactly how Acacius would feel when he saw the redhead's busted up face. Hell, even Ian was feeling all off and bad about it. It was difficult. ”I'm fine. Really. No, I haven't seen a doctor yet." Ian smiled to try and make sure Acacius knew everything would work out in the end, but it was difficult for the lycan since his confidence and reassurance was a front. He was faking it. All of it. His hand slowly went up as he felt for his nose. ”I might have to see a plastic surgeon about this if it doesn't heal well." He muttered gently touching the swollen bruised up mess sitting in the center of his face. ”Never thought I'd need a face lift before I hit the age of 25." He chuckled slightly trying to add an awkward layer of humor in the air as Acacius shifted Ian's hair mentioning how scared he was.
I mean seriously, you ever have to joke about your shattered face before?
”It's alright, really." Ian said again. ”I just... I don't understand why-" Ian and Ruven had tried to help. Odin was killing animals again. The last time Odin had done that as a child he was so well behaved at home. It was what got out all his angst and frustration. Odin was killing things and still didn't have the slightest handle on his anger problems still? Was he ******** killing people? No he couldn't be. There was no way. It had to be animals. It was ******** up either way but... It got hard trying to come up with excuses for someone who seemed to share the same brain makeup as a serial killer about things like this. Ian wanted to believe so badly that there was a reason for the all of this. He pulled away from Acacius and tugged on his cellphone looking for missed messages. A text explaining. Anything. But his phone was empty. A sigh left Ian's lips.
"Excuse me, Mr. Cypress." A nurse came over to the two and Ian's head lifted. "We'd like to keep your slave over night to be sure he's well monitored. If you'd like to stay in the room overnight with him, you may, but it's also fine if you'd like to come back tomorrow." Ian glanced over at Acacius.
”Is he okay? Can I see him?"
"Yes you may."
Ian followed the woman down the hallway and they were lead to the room where Ruven was in bed all bandaged up. They had given him some blood since the male lost a lot and wrapped up his injuries nice and tight. He looked like s**t even though he was cleaned up a lot. Ian glanced at Acacius again. It was almost as though he was looking to his slave for guidance or some type of reassurance before approaching the bed. The nurse left them alone to carry on with his busy work and Ian slowly crossed his arms. ”Ruven I'm so sorry man." His brows lifted, it was impossible not to pity the elf. His injuries were so awful it felt traumatic just looking at the male. ”They're keeping you over night," Because of course Ian had no idea the male had already heard. ”And we'll stay in here and have a slumber party if you want... But if you need some quiet we can go back home and come get you tomorrow." By 'go back home', Ian really meant he'd see a doctor and make sure his nose could heal back properly. It was hard to put his nose as a priority when he knew he could simply have it re-broken and re-set in the future. One night couldn't make that big a difference anyways, surely they could re-set it and all that tomorrow. ”You can stay with me as long as you want or..." Ian knew all the options. Surely, Ruven must've too. Ian knew he could try to convince Ruven not to, or offer to pay him of. But that was a scandal, wasn't it? How the ******** could he get his family involved in a scandal before he even took over the family business? He couldn't be doing shady s**t just to try and protect his brother.
”I mean I would understand, if you reported him to authorities." Ian had to choke back the words after he spoke them. ”We can have you taken way and placed with someone new if that's what you want." Which is exactly what would end up happening if Odin went to prison again: Ruven would end up back in a slaver's shop. ”But you can stay with us for as long as you want too if you prefer that." He leaned forwards slightly. "I've got a very nice loft and it's a guest room that you could use and this beautiful sight onto the city. Especially from the roof. No. I'm rambling. s**t. I'm sorry." He quickly ran a hand through his red hair before turning to Acacius and giving the injured elf some space. ”So just let us know okay? Whatever you ********. Ian. Stop wording it like you're trying to manipulate him or pay him off or some s**t.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2016 11:25 am
Something thick and acidic bubbles uncomfortably in the back of Acacius's throat, and he swallows hard to keep it suppressed. No, he can't break into tears right now. He needs to be strong for Ian. The elf has lived with the lycan long enough to be able to discern the signs of uncertainty and weariness in him. Try as Ian might, Acacius will always be able to read all the subtle messages in the way his smile looks pained, how his eyes are bloodshot, the way he won't make steady eye contact. If the blonde couldn't decipher his own master, what kind of slave would he be? A useless one, that's what.
At the half-hearted joke, Acacius just kind of shakes his head, sucking his lower lip between his teeth to keep it from trembling. He can't even force out a soft chuckle in response. Ian just...he looks really ******** up. And not just his face. There's a sadness to his posture, a look of utter defeat that makes his slave's heart ache. The elf hasn't seen his master this distraught in so long; never to this degree, either. When Ian pulls away to slip out his phone, Acacius's eyes immediately follow his to the screen that lights up -- he's looking for a message or a call from Odin. "Ian, it will be okay," the elf interjects, reaching a hand out to cover the phone screen. He opens his mouth to say more, but isn't swift enough to formulate something better than, 'Odin is a ******** psychopath and you shouldn't worry about him. ******** him. Let him die for all the s**t he's done to you.' Yea, Ian wouldn't have appreciated that.
The arrival of the nurse is a welcomed distraction, but Acacius keeps his focus on Ian. When the woman finishes speaking, the elf can't help the confused crease of his brow. 'Your slave?' Oh, right. Of course it wouldn't be wise to give the full story, especially not when you're the heir to a billion-dollar business. And your brother is on probation. Acacius clenches his hands in frustration, resisting the urge to correct the nurse: 'No, I am his slave. That is his criminal brother's slave.' Everything was going just fine until Odin showed up in Ian's life again. They could be at home right now, watching some B movie on Netflix. But no, here they are at the hospital, cleaning up Odin's mess so he doesn't have to get his hands dirty.
After they're led down a few more hallways, the pair find themselves in Ruven's room. Acacius has to slap a hand over his mouth to keep a surprised squeak from escaping him. The other elf...he's absolutely destroyed. The blonde has only ever seen stuff like this on the television, never in real life. And even when it was through a screen, Acacius would find himself repulsed, despite knowing that it was all fake. But, this scene, right in front of him, it's all real. Acacius stands close to the door in stunned silence, blue eyes blown wide as he just stares in horror. At first, the elf doesn't even register the words spilling from Ian. His mind is still trying to process that all of that blood and bruising and the bandages are real. This whole thing is real. When Ian mentions reporting Odin to the authorities, that's when Acacius's mind finally stops reeling. Acacius had totally forgotten that Ruven is technically an innocent bystander in all of this, that he has no personal ties to Odin or Ian to keep him from going to the police. Convincing Ian to turn in his own brother would be near impossible, but getting Odin's reluctant slave to do it would be a piece of cake. Without hesitation, Acacius steps past Ian and takes a seat next to Ruven's bed.
"Ruven, please do what you feel is right. Don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to," Acacius urges in a hushed tone, leaning close. At this proximity, the blonde can smell the faint metallic stench of blood and antiseptic, and his distaste shows in the wrinkling of his nose. He's reminded that he's talking to someone that was probably just on Death's doorstep, but all he can concentrate on is removing the disease that is Odin from his precious master's life. Acacius, despite his better judgement, reaches a hand out to place over Ruven's battered one, as gently as possible. "You didn't deserve any of this, okay? Just remember that. Odin is-- I mean, you're a good person. You didn't do anything wrong," Acacius goes on, maintaining eye contact with Ruven. He knows that Ian is right there and can definitely hear his murmuring, but he's desperate. Acacius just can't stand to see this path of destruction that Odin causes. And the fact that Ian puts himself in harm's way for that a*****e... If no one else will put a stop to it, then Acacius will. But, of course, he can't do it personally. Ian would feel betrayed. So, the elf has to convince someone else to do it for him.
They were both so selfish. Sure the blonde was obviously horrified at what he saw and Ian seemed concerned; but that meant nothing. Acacius was probably just shocked at the sight and nothing more. They might have done some things that would be considered as "bonding moments"; but they weren't friends and the blonde did not care about him. Ruven knew that because he only had eyes for his master. That was all he truly cared about. The other elf might have appeared to be generally obedient, nice and caring; but in reality he was obsessed and selfish. Some might say that Acacius was compassionate and just being protective because he cared about his master. That was why he did everything for him; but that wasn't true. His real feelings were always written on his face if you took the time to look and his actions dripped of selfishness. The blonde wanted nothing more than to have Ian to himself and used the 'I'm just doing this to help my master' guise. At least that was what Ruven had gathered since meeting him. That's why he didn't bother trying to befriend the other and kept their "relationship" as strictly business.
As for Ian, his body language put off a bad vibe and if anything was apparent it was the fact that he pitied him. His apology was overwritten by those things. Then he listed off the options that were available. The more he talked the more it sounded like he was trying to bribe him in a not so sinister type of way--probably because he really didn't want his brother to go back to jail. Of course bribes like that would never work on him for so many reasons: one being that he wasn't one to do illegal things while another had to do with the life he came from. Ruven didn't crave to have what he lost; after all, that part of his life was in the past and nothing would return it to how it used to be. He accepted that when he realized that he was being put into the system. If he were to tell someone that they might not believe him since he was set on finding out what really happened. As of right now he just wanted questions answered and that was it. He knew that proving his innocence this late in the game wouldn't change his slave status; but it wasn't about that. Ruven just wanted to know why it turned out the way it did. At the same time he couldn't help but feel betrayed and angry.
Acacius started off much like his master did before pushing for what he really wanted in a subtle way. Although in his case it almost made him want to crack a smile that was on the verge of a smirk. Of course that didn't happen; but Ruven found it amusing that the other elf was acting like he knew him. A good person? No one has called him that before and yet he really hadn't done anything ilegal in the past. During the incident he might not have done anything "wrong" but he definitely made some bad decisions. Regardless of the fact that he thought Odin should be turned in and pay for his sins, Acacius might not get his way.
The whole time he let them talk while he stayed silent. That was probably more because he wasn't allowed to move his jaw though. It probably didn't help put the other two at ease since he kept a blank look on his face the whole time. The less he moved his damaged areas the better.
After a moment of silence, Ruven moved his arm to grab the pad of paper and a pen that was set next to him. If he had to shake off the blonde's hand then he did. Then he focused his attention on the paper as he wrote out his response to everything. He knew that they wouldn't be all that satisfied with the answer; but they would just have to deal with it. When he was done he placed the pen in his lap and flipped the pad around so they could read it.
I'll think about it. Tonight I want to rest alone.
His penmanship was quite exquisite and easy to read. When he felt like they had plenty of time to take in what he wrote he placed the pad face down on his lap. No matter what was said after that he gave them a slight nod of the head when they left. Ruven could finally truly relax for the first time in what seemed like forever. After all, he didn't have to think much about what he was going to do or say the next day. Nothing they could have said would have swayed him anyway.
-------------------------------THE NEXT MORNING-------------------------------
Ruven had a good night sleep and woke up refreshed despite the condition he was in. He was looking forward to what was to come; after all, if he played his cards right he could get some information that he has been wanting. If he could turn last nights events into a great positive for himself then it would all be worth it in the end. All he had to do now was wait for Ian and his slave to come back; although he already told the staff that he wanted to see the Lycan alone first. Having the blonde in the room was probably not beneficial for him.
At some point his wish was granted and he began. Ruven already wrote out what he wanted to say for the most part. He even put certain things on separate sheets in order to leave pauses where he would have if he was actually talking verbally. It might have been easier to use his phone to text; but Ruven lost it. Since the staff didn't have it that meant that it might have fallen out of his pocket while in the apartment, hallway or even on the way to the hospital. Of course he wasn't all that concerned since he never left anything that would be considered strange on there.
I've made a decision.
He started with his first piece of paper: like before he waited long enough for Ian to read it before he placed it on his lap and moved on to the next one.
I won't report him.
There was a "but" that he purposely waited to show with the next piece of paper.
But I need you to help me with something.
Then came the next one.
I need you to find out why your company's system failed to work when my parents spent all that time and money to have it implemented.
The information that Ruven just revealed probably brought up so many questions that he was definitely not going to address right then. He pretty much pointed out the fact that his parents, whether they were alive or not, were rich. They had to be in order to purchase some type of protection package from the Cypress's. It also implied that something terrible appeared to have happened and that it was all because of the system that was put in place. Regardless, the elf didn't give the other much time to respond before he showed the next piece of paper.
Can you do that for me?
If there was some type of mention of at least trying then he would have accepted that and told Ian the company's name since that was all the other should really need.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 9:40 am
Anger was something Ian never struggled with, but he had always been younger he had been exposed to the worst of it. Odin was a terrible example. A violent brute who had no self-control. Ian, on the other hand, was always the type to carefully address his emotions as they came up and dealt with them in healthy outbursts. He never had the silent streaks Odin did while you could feel the pent up anger growing inside him just by looking at the guy. As time went on, things changed. Ian was training to take over the family business and had to put hours of his time into learning the trade as well as the ins-and-outs of what he'd be in charge of one day. It was tiring having to put so much of his effort elsewhere. He didn't have much me time lately, meaning it was impossible for him to find time to deal with his emotional pain when he needed to memorize another list of enchanted security cameras they offered and which packages each one included.
Where the hell was Ian supposed to find the time to deal with Ruven and workout regularly and keep himself happy and do well at work? He couldn't. If you put your focus in one place, you had to be taking time away from another one of your hobbies. That was how life worked, you had to choose what deserved to be on your priority list and give them each different amounts of attention until you accomplished what you needed to from them. It made him sick. The terrible tug and pull at the center of his stomach branching out to his limbs making him feel uncomfortable and uneasy. It was some form of pain or anger. No, frustration must've been a better word for it. Ian was frustrated. Was this how Odin felt all the time?
That night, Ian set a doctor's appointment and had his nose cleaned up and re-set before they put thick bandages over his face telling him to take it easy. One of his fingers was sprained as well, but that needed nothing more than a simply wrap to the finger next to it. His swollen eye would find a way to heal on it’s own. ”I can’t make it into work today.” Ian said with an unsure tone behind the statement.
”Why not what’s wrong?”
”I’m under the weather. I may need the week off.”
”A week!? You can’t take a week off from work!”
”Look a few days then.”
”Ian this isn’t school you cannot ditch work whenever you feel like it! Sick days are spent keeping things together at home, working through the phone. You don’t just stop working..”
”No I know. I’ll still do a lot of studying today just I can’t come in. Okay?”
”I specifically made the accountants finish up last week early so they could see you today!”
”Dad! I’m sick!”
”Yes and these men stayed extra time just so they could walk you through today! You want me to make them pull ahead two weeks in a row and see you when it’s convenient!? Do you know how unprofessional that is of us!?”
”I’ll do a video chat with them and they can lecture me about stuff like that!”
”Ian you are a professional! When you say you’ll be somewhere, you be there.”
”Please. Just make it tomorrow. I’ll go tomorrow. I won’t skip all week but christ just give me one day.”
”Fine. I’m not happy with this.” And Ian’s dad hung up leaving him sitting on the edge of his bed with his hand pressed against his forehead. ********. Why did his dad have to make work so stressful? He acted as though every little thing Ian did was a direct pointer as to what type of businessman his father was. Which… He knew was true to some degree, but Ian was still a goddamn kid. Only 24. He was still working near the bottom ranks of the company. He didn’t understand why his father was treating him as though he were already running things. After the lycan finished getting ready and traveled to the hospital, the two were told Ruven wanted to speak with Ian alone. But why? s**t. He was going to talk to him about Odin. It wasn’t that hard to see why Acacius never liked the guy. Most people who didn’t interact with werewolves often didn’t know how to take Odin. They had nothing but hatred for the male if he was in a bad mood the first time they met him, which was how things always seemed to go with Acacius. He came into the picture right after Odin left and refused to talk to any of them for forcing him to move out of the house. The werewolf was always rude on visits and angry. Acacius only got to watch his brother steal money for drugs and show up wanting and wanting and taking and taking. ********. Why did Odin have to do that? Why couldn’t he just give a good impression every once in awhile. Things wouldn’t be so complicated for Ian if Odin just put in a little effort to join civilization every once in a blue moon.
Ian never knew what to excuse for Odin’s genetic mutation, and what to force the werewolf to take responsibility for. When Ian walked into Ruven's room he was frigidity, carefully tapping his fingers together like a nervous habit. When he was staring down to see I've made a decision all he could do was part his lips slightly and try to see what Ruven would do with his brother. I won't report him. ”s**t." He finally let out the deep breath he was holding in. ”Alright. Alright. Thank you." He wasn't sure why he was thanking the slave. That couldn't have possibly been the correct thing to say in a situation like this. When the page turned Ian's eyes scanned over the words. Of course he wanted a favor. Why wouldn't he take advantage of the situation?
The favor wasn't anything Ian was expecting though, so as his eyes went farther down the next page anyone within the room would've been able to visibly seen him opening them wider and wider as he went. ”... Failed?" Ian asked immediately narrowing his eyes. So many things were revealed at once that he never would have known. Ruven used to have wealthy parents, which obviously meant he wasn't a slave. They died and it might've been their fault. If their company set things up wrong which lead to a murder, that could absolutely ruin them and everything his father had built from the ground up. So many questions were forming in the back of Ian's head as he had to look away and take a moment to himself. How ******** awful must it be to lose both your parents? ”I'm sorry." Ian immediately said, unable to empathize with that type of pain. He'd never had anyone close to him die. One of their aunts passed away from cancers when he was a teenager but he'd only seen her a couple times a year. The woman was never a significant piece of his life. ”Do you know like... How...?" He didn't make sense. Ian wasn't even able to gather his thoughts and by the time he looked back up at the page he saw Ruven was asking if he could help.
”... Yes." Ian answered pretty quickly. He felt as though it was his responsibility if Ruven was blaming him. If something terrible happened under his watch. ”How are you..." He froze a moment, his head tilting just slightly. ”Why are you a slave?" Perhaps the male went on a crazy streak after his parents died and wrapped up one too many petty crime charges so they saw no other course of action for the degenerate who had nothing to offer society. So many questions were circling around Ian's head. ”What failed? What did they have?" He needed to stop himself from shooting out a million questions at once. Ruven wouldn't have even been able to answer since the male was still only using a pen and paper to speak with him.
Ruven took in the reactions the other gave him while ignoring what was said in response. He was taking it like the elf thought he would. Ian seemed concerned about how he got put into the system while worrying about how the Cypress system failed. He might have been thinking that it was indirectly his fault; but Ruven felt like it was just a piece to the puzzle in reality. After all, the system did not frame him. There had to be an actual person behind it. Hopefully he could find some information to aid his search for the truth.
Knowing that Ian would want to know the details, he already wrote down some of the information. It was something he wasn't going to reveal at first; but if the other was going to help figure out exactly what happened then he would have to know. After all, anyone could probably look up his family name and find a news article about the tragedy. That's the main reason why Ruven decided to address the reason why he was a slave first.
I was framed for murdering my own parents and destroying their company.
He didn't bother to go into detail about how the building was destroyed and the fact that other people died. For now, that should suffice. Writing everything down probably wasn't the best idea. Of course he was going to get rid of the notes; but still. That's why he decided to end it there for now.
Let's discuss this later.
If Ian really wanted to get a head start then he could look up his last name--he was a salve after all. The elf didn't really have any privacy. If someone wanted to find out about his former life it shouldn't be that hard.
I just want to get out of here.
Ruven was going to leave it at that; but he suddenly remembered the fact that he might be taken back to that crappy a** apartment. That's why he quickly added the next bit.
To somewhere more comfortable.
He could have been more specific; but Ruven figured that the other knew what he meant. Using his masters name probably wasn't the best idea since he could say that he got into a fight with some random thug or something.
LOCATION: At the hospital with Ian. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 6:48 am
Hearing that Ruven was from a family owned business was awful. It hit Ian where it hurt because he was from a similar family. A large company his grandfather had built from the ground up and one day it was supposed to be passed to him. If someone came and destroyed that all Ian had no idea what he’d do with himself. Before Ian had a chance to go on about how sorry he was, Ruven was showing him a new line of text that was asking for them to address this all at a later date. His head nodded sternly. He understood.
”Yes, of course.” Ian turned his head and glanced over his shoulder. The hospital was a busy place without much privacy. Nobody was listening in to the simple conversation. But it was difficult not to be a little worried. If Ruven was some loose end then… It might’ve been possible he was supposed to be dead too. From the few things he’d heard it didn’t seem like Ruven was scared for his life. Ian would try to be worried for him so he never would have to think about things like that.
By the time Ian’s head shifted back to Ruven he saw that the male just wanted to get out of there. You’d have to be insane to want to set up camp in a hospital after all. The air was crisp and cold, the people were all busy and most nurses seemed uncaring about most individual cases. ”Yeah. Of course.” He’d speak with a doctor as soon as possible about getting Ruven out of there, but Ian froze seeing Ruven didn’t want to spend time at Odin’s anymore. ”No of course. I would never force you back there.” Ian promised.
”I can bring you home with me. I’ve a guest room. You can stay there for as long as you need.” Ian would have to treat Ruven like everyone else by… Gently trying to stop the male from ever interacting with Odin. It was difficult to understand how someone could make the whole world hate them so much.
OOC: Sorry about the layout and messed up graphics. I'll re-fix a bunch of that stuff son.
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