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 Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2024 11:36 am
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
Sometimes, accidents happen. Your character has found themself in a situation where an honest accident has resulted in an item being broken. Possibly your own, or you may have broken someone else's. Was it an item at a shop, or a priceless artifact? How does your character react to the honest mistake?
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2024 6:51 pm
How long had it been since he'd gone home? He'd lost track of time. Like so many times before, he'd left for whoever knew how many days, weeks, maybe months, to go wandering around Belrea, staying in taverns and inns or some pretty girl's home. Sometimes at the expense of his own well-being when he was discovered by a father or a beloved and had to rush out of there as fast as he could before he lost his head. Frankly, he was doing most men a service, showing them how disloyal their lady was. They should be thanking him. He was saving them years of misery, to discover this years later when they were stuck in a soulless marriage, stuck with a kid or two. That was the worst fate he could think of.
Except maybe being back home, where his father had grander plans for him than he did for himself. Plans that he didn't want to fulfill. Not ever.
As he stood outside the door to his father's large mansion in the city, his hand hovering over the doorknob, Aelfhun felt a pit form in his stomach. He hated coming back here. As far as he was concerned, his father was nothing but cruel, trying to force a career on him that he didn't want. He had no interest in sales or warehouses or whatever merchants got up to. To be honest, he wasn't really sure what he wanted to do, except not that. That at least was clear in his head. As soon as he walked through that door, he'd be criticized for staying away and not doing his duty as the only child of a big business. He only ever made trips back home when he needed something. He'd rather wash his clothes in a stream in the woods than bring them back here. Living off the land and sleeping where he could. That felt like bliss. Freedom.
Maybe Ymir wouldn't be home. Maybe he could get lucky, grab what he needed, and disappear for another month.
Aelfhun took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, rushing into the house before his courage could fail him. Something he wasn't used to feeling.
No sooner did he enter the house did he collide with someone. His large body sent the poor boy skidding across the floor, everything he had been holding flying up into the air to come crashing down in a thousand pieces, with the young servant not far behind. The hybrid watched with wide golden eyes at the chaos his entry into his own home had started. He wasn't even sure what the boy had been holding, it lay in so many pieces, some halfway across the room. Slowly, as if he somehow thought it might help the situation, he closed the front door and just stood there, staring.
"What in the name of the Gods is going on here?!" The voice rang out in the empty room, where the only sound was the slight sobbing of the boy on the floor. Aelfhun swallowed as a large-set man appeared from around a doorway, where he knew his father had an office tucked away. He narrowed is eyes first at his son, than turned his gaze onto the servant sprawled on the floor. His eyes almost bulged out of his head. "Those were priceless statues I ordered and spent a fortune apiece on. What have you done?!" This only made the boy cry harder and Aelfhun wince. No matter how awful a person he might be, he would never be as cruel as Ymir. He fought with himself to say something, but the older man didn't give him a chance to speak. "And where have you been? Did you return home only to make a further mess of my work?"
Glancing down, Aelfhun could indeed now make out half the head of some animal by his boots.
"I bet this was your fault, wasn't it?" his father continued to rail on, his arms crossed in an attempt to look intimidating. It worked. Aelfhun certainly didn't get his size from his mother.
"It was an accident," he answered, his voice full of anger. He should have snuck through a window instead.
Ymir snorted, clearly not believing him. "What am I supposed to do with this mess?"
"As if it wasn't already cheaply made," the hybrid muttered under his breath. This company would probably go under, whether he was running it or not. He was surprised it had lasted this long, with all the corners his father liked to cut.
Ymir's eyes flashed a warning. "Speak up."
Aelfhun instead looked at the man, his eyebrows drawn down as far as they would go. The consequences the poor servant boy would face was no longer his concern. He had his own struggles to worry about. "I'm out of here," he announced, turning around and leaving back out the front door, the sounds of his father calling his name ringing in his ears. He'd find a way to make some extra cash on his own. He had friends in the city who would help him. He didn't need this place.
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