||[Mar. 4th, 2007|12:18 am]
Secret Desires, Foreshadowed Destiny
He waited until it was quiet, when all the residents of the house slept and delved into their dreams. He couldn’t sleep, hadn’t been able to sleep. There was no way he would be able to do it tonight. “Shit...” He muttered, stumbling out of bed and running his hands though his unruly hair. He rested his elbows on his knees as he remained silent in thought. He past few days had been hard on him.. and yet he didn’t feel victimized like he usually did.
A slow smile crept to his lips as he remembered talking to his father. He had almost felt the sick satisfaction of ripping that woman’s tongue out just by seeing it in his father’s hands. His life had been taken by her, his father’s life had been taken by her, he wasn’t going to let her take Gwyn’s life. If anyone should be spared it was her. “..Gwyn..” he whispered recalling the events of the day. She had been so worried; he hated doing it to her. But better him than Jakub in Lorelai’s arms.
He rose slowly stretching his arms above his head as he walked out of his room. The cool air ticked his exposed skin, but he ad no desire to put a shirt on. He was still tired, weary from the past events. As he staggered through the hall, a scent touched him, and he smiled. Lucivar. He had been talking to him recently, and found the guy to be interesting and very easy to tease. “Lucivar?” He inquired mentally, approaching a band of light seeping under a door. “Dominic? Hey what are you doing up?” Came the deep rely.
Dominic opened the door and entered the plush room, the carpet massaged his feet and he felt immediately at ease. Lucivar turned, his wings outstretched, almost making him too imposing for a moment. “ I felt you were up.. can’t-“
“Sleep?” Lucivar interrupted. “ I hear you, but us men.. we stay up more than our women think we do. They worry us sick.” He said jokingly, with a grin almost devilish in nature. Dominic laughed and plopped down in a velvet chair. “ man.. dad REALLY goes for the velvet doesn’t he?” He interjected, glancing at the what he supposed was another one of dads offices.
“He does like velvet,” Lucivar began, closing his wings into himself as he materialized a glass of blood wyne. “But that is just who he is.. he Cant not like velvet. He has a reputation to keep up.” Dominic nodded and looked pointedly at his uncle. “ When.. when Dad was angry today.. he-he smelt different. He was.. almost like a stranger to me…” Dominic trailed off, looking down, wondering if he should have just kept it to himself. Lucivar, instead of shaking his head at him looked truly thoughtful, running a finger over the edge of his wine glass.
“Your father.. he was made into what he is in a lot of ways by Dorothea. Like me.. they caged me, treated me like a monster.. and I became one. I murdered Queens, women, men alike. Daemon.. but Daemon.. he was crueler than I was. I made it quick he made their pain last forever.” Dominic listened intently, glancing at his uncle who seemed to be lost in thought. “I didn’t mean to pry I just.. it was weird.. like I felt closer to him than ever after he got angry..”
Lucivar looked surprised and set down his wine glass before continuing. “well.. Dominic, you may not think it but you are very much like your father. He had no interesting women what so ever, just one. He was the brooding type, didn’t say what he felt, found out he had a long lost sibling.. me, and was dark. You fit a lot of those categories.” Dominic tried to interrupt but Lucivar shot his hand up, shaking his head. “Just hear me out here, Dominic. You aren’t your father but.. I think you and him could benefit a lot from opening up to one another. Daemon needs it I am sure.” He rose then, grabbing his wine glass as he walked to the door. “ But you need sleep first before your try worrying over your dad and your sister.” He gave him a knowing smile and sighed. “Jaenelle was the same way.” He said, rolling his eyes as he left the room, waving briefly before whispering a good night.
Dominic remained in the room, sitting on the plush velvet cushions so reminiscent of his father. Tears sprung to his eyes as he took one into his arms, hugging it close to him. He was so alone, had been alone.. and now he didn’t have to be. It was a scary prospect.. and he didn’t know what to do, how to go about living his new life. Everything was still too confusing, but he knew.. that maybe, just maybe he and his father could finally become the father and son he had always wanted them to be.