The Academy of Mystical Beings discussion

Nicandro flitted in and walked over to a large, dark wooden cabinet, ornate in design.
He opened a bottom cupboard in it and reached in, removing one of the side panels, revealing a small hollow where a little, tarnished silver key sat, hidden to those who didn't know of its being there. Taking the key, where it left a startling contrast of clear wood against the surrounding dust, he opened the top cupboard and slipped the key into a disguised lock.
He returned the key to its rightful place before pulling out a small drawer. From this he removed a dusty, brown glass bottle of some type of strong alcohol. He pushed the draw shut, the lock snapping back with a muted click!, as he took a swig of the bottle's contents, waiting for Cameron to follow with her wrath.

((it was faster the second time cos i already knew what i was putting -_- *sigh*))

Nicandro shrugged, taking another swig from the bottle. "It didn't seem important," he said, lounging on his bed.

((Ooohhhh! Fight!))

((*hugs back* thanks, stupid technology, but then, where would i be without it. certianly not on here, that's for sure :( ))

"You think I left them?!" Nicandro glared at her. "YOU THINK I FUCKING LEFT THEM?!" He yelled at her, his knuckles white around the bottle, the glass looking in danger of shattering under his grip.

((oh?? O.o ))

((if you mean horrible as in ill, then feel better!! XP
if you mean horrible as in mean/doing twists, etc., then oh damn... what this time?? O.o *withdraws under duvet*))

"I NEVER ASKED THEM TO FOLLOW ME!!" Nicandro shouted at her, furious that she could not just let him be, if only for a while. "You weren't there..." He said quietly, turning away from her.

((i hope you feel better soon!! *hugs* :) ))

"How would I know what?" Nicandro sighed, looking up at her pathetically.

((please can you reply at the main mansion :) ))

((s'ok :) ))

Nicandro smirked to himself. He'd managed to distract her, that could buy him any amount of time. The longer he got to put it off, the better.

"Wait, you knew that they were looking for me? YOU KNEW?!" Nicandro was shouting again, all his focus keeping from him from grabbing Cameron by the shoulders and pinning against the wall, harming her until she spoke.
He put the bottle of alcohol down, knowing that it would do no good and just bring back pain.

"What plans?!" Nicandro hissed, working to keep his voice down. "You leave my children alone!!"

((i prefer Nico as a charrie now... i've got him a bit more mapped out, y'know?? ;)
and cos of that i can feel like i can rp him more
i should have done this a long time ago
ok, well, i had the idea for Nico on my birthday, so i guess a month and a half-ish isn't a LONG time, but you see my point XP ))

(( :)
i feel really bad for Nico, though :'( ))

"If you dare-" Nicandro stopped himself, taking a deep breath and telling himself to calm down. "What are these plans?" He asked at a normal volume. Good, keep her distracted from asking about- He couldn't bring himself to even think her name, it hurt too much. The pain that night... And their faces!...

((AND DON'T YOU DARE TAKE THAT AS BEING WRONG IN ANY WAY!!!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE IT'S NOT!!!!!!!!!))

(( XP ))

"Then you should know to leave me be," Nicandro sighed, standing and walking over to the fireplace, his hand on the stone mantle as he leant against it, staring into the dancing flames.

Nicandro let out a dry laugh. "If I'm such a wonderful dad then why didn't I return? Why did I wait for them to find me?" He looked at her, his eyes filled with endless regret and sorrow. "You were right with your first accusation, I did leave them. I didn't want to, but I went anyway..." He said quietly, his voice soft.

((is it normal to feel so intune with your charries?? i'm mean, i am literally tearing up here!!
listening to a sad song on repeat for about 6 hours probably isn't helping, but still... ))

Nicandro nodded, even if it did hurt, it felt good to just talk. "I did as she said," he told her, not bothered if it really fit with the conversation at that time or not, or even if she were listening. "But it hurt too much to go back... A thousand times I wanted to, a thousand times I prepared to, a thousand times I failed... A thousand times I turned my back on them," his voice a whisper.

"I want to," Nicandro told her, hugging her back with one arm. "I love them so dearly, even if I do know nothing of them. But they remind me of," he faltered. "The remind me of her... And of what happened..."

"An 'accident,'" Nicandro muttered. "And it shook her. It shook her so badly," he said, his voice uneven. "And just like that, she was gone..." He shook his head, tears in his eyes. "She was never the same after that. And she blamed it all on me. She hated me. I didn't think it possible for someone to have so much hate in them," he laughed sadly. "I thought I hated Jonah for killing me, but after that, I knew that I didn't. Because what she had towards me, I'd never seen such a thing before. The raw power of it, each time she looked at me, it was there; burning in her eyes, endless and unyielding. She sent me away. She sent me away for something that I didn't do..." A tear trickled down his face and splashed against the stone floor. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, when he next opened them, the tears were gone, just as the one on the floor had evaporated from the heat of the flames.

"You don't understand," Nicandro shook is head. All his previous anger had gone, leaving him hollow. The anger had at least given him fuel to confront this, but he had used it up too soon by shouting. Now, as he stood there staring into the flickering flames, the aching hole in his chest seemed to become bigger, the throbing pain it caused him felt stronger as he nawed at its edges. "Halcyon and Lynch, they may forgive me, but they shouldn't do. Their mother is right to hate me, it was my fault," as he spoke his eyes closed and remained that way as he remembered that night... And what happened.
After a few minutes silence he said, "Why are you here, Cameron?" and opened his eyes to look at her. "You come in asking why I didn't say anything about my children while you were angry. I didn't say anything so that I wouldn't have these questions, so as I could pretend that it hadn't happened," he stated. "Now you ask and bring me pain... What did I do to you?" Nicandro's eyes accusing as he looked at her. "You have to have you are answers, don't you?! You had to make me remember, you had to make me think. Think of how, no matter how much I refuse to admit it, how I it was my fault. How I did leave them," his tone was angry but his voice remained quiet, depthless sorrows in his eyes. "Is it not enough that these things keep me awake? Is it not enough that when I do dream it is of what happened? Is it not enough that the only reason I haven't killed myself is because I cling to the fake hope that I could one say go back? Despite knowing that I never can?" He looked at her challengingly. "And so I never will..." His last five words were a ghost of a shadow, near impossible to catch as he turned and walked away from her.
He took a tattered, scrunched up paper from his pocket and threw it over his shoulder to her.
"Tell my kids I'm sorry," Nicandro told her before flitting off, vanishing to who-knows-where.

On the paper was the name Mia Wharton, written over and over, both sides of the page covered by it. And the 'i' was always dotted with a heart...

Nicandro flitted to his room, pissed out of his senses, and dumped himself onto his bed, fully dressed, and slowly cried himself to sleep, silent tears on his cheeks.

((*leans away in creeped manner* *edges away* *runs*
i want to add more to Nico... like the whole Mia thing... *bats eyelashes pleadingly* Elitrix... :)
:P ))

((let me love you NICO!!! Whose Mia??? Ya know harri I wouldn't mind some charrie relation where I'm the girl :p))

((great convo XD
i've never seen Alvin and the chipmunks, though O.o
and yes, Elitrix, we do have a lot of relations, seven...
hmm... but then it is true what Elena said... hmm...
Eli, would you be mad if El did it?? our seven are evenly mixed, and seven is a lot...
El, would you look to be Mia?? :)
and to answer who Mia is, read above, basically :P ))

((hmm yeah never actually watched the movie either... Could I?? Pretty please??))

((sure thing :) *hugs*))

((sorry, Eli *hugs*))

((oh..now I feel bad.. *hugs back*))

((don't feel bad, El; me and Eli have got a lot of relations already... :s ))

((YES!!!!! when you free for their wedding?? :) ))

((ok, tomorrow then?? :) ))

The next morning, Nicandro was better, waking, washing and dressing early.

There was a knock on his door as Lynch inched it open. "Dad?"

"Yeah?" Nicandro called back as he walked out the bathroom. "Hey, what's up, Lyn?"

"I just figured that I should probably to you something," Lynch hedged before explaining the whole 'it turns out I have a daughter' thing.

Nicandro froze a moment, taking the information in, before nodding quite calmly. "You told your mother?"

Lynch shook his head.

Nicandro nodded again.

Drusus appeared in the doorway. "You told him, then?" He asked Lynch, who nodded.

Mia came up to the door, fixing her sun dress. It was much colder here than Expected. She knocked twice, hiding any nervousness.

Drusus turned, "Hey mum," he nodded to her, letting her in.

Lynch looked around at her, worried she'd heard what he had said.

Nicandro glanced up, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind as he worked to keep his expression blank.

Mia smiled at drusus((sorry if it's spelled wrong on phone now))."hello."she said putting in just enough sincerity."lynch."she said hugging them."nicandro."she said all emotion dropped.((its killing me! I just wanna hold him lol))

((going to ipod in a min, completely understand :s ))

"Mia," Nicandro nodded to her.

Lynch smiled at her, hugging her back before getting Drusus, motioning for them to go. Lynch and Drusus left their parents.

(^^ that time again.))

Mia looked around the room."how are they? Holding themselves up I hope."she said her eyes resting back on him.

((going to bed soon... may vanish Y_Y ))

"Yeah, they're doing alright," Nicandro nodded. "How've you been?"

((we ok!)

"breathing better and you?" Mia asked clasping her hands together.

((yepp :) ))

"Alright," Nicandro nodded again, trying to keep things simple and peaceful. "Been travelling."

"I didn't know you had such a big estate.. Not to mention family."Mia said, pausing to think."let's stop the bullshit nico,how are you really feeling?"

"Neither did I..." Nicandro nodded. "I'm feeling no different to before, Mia," he stated. "I still love you, and I'm still angry as to what happened. Only know, it seems to have become more of one ache. And you?"

((what did happen?))

Mia sighed, running a hand through her hair."I hate that you do, after all I said to you and did afterwards. You always had a big heart."she said impassive.

"Only for you," Nicandro replied. "And our children."

((Mia and Nico deep in love, jealous guy stages massive ambush thingy, Mia gets hurt, Nico gets blamed by her and hated. You can add the rest to why she hates him so much, if you want, bt that's the basics ;) ))

((ohhhh......!))

"you can't fight every battle though."Mia said." surprised, your holding yourself together quite well."

"Some days are better than others," Nicandro said honestly.

Mia leaned against the wall."have met anyone?"

()I mean have you))

((ok))

"No," Nicandro shook his head. "You?"

"yes.."Mia started

Nicandro nodded stiffly, "What they like?"