Julian felt something crack within himself. The world around him swirled in slow motion. He felt the words crash into him as if daggers were stabbing him in his chest. The shock of seeing his father raise his voice and accuse him of not paying attention to his studies. The thing that drew him mad was the idea of what could happen to his sister. If his father truly knew his children...he would know they could handle themselves. And it was with that moment, a burst of anger boiled inside of Julian. His hands tighten into a fist. Words he may regret but he wasn't thinking. The anger and the emotion of it all was all that was clouding his judgment.
[color=#c10300]"You mean Wintson and the servants who fed and dressed me. While we're at it...my studies that was all Magnus. He is more like a father than you ever will be." [/color]
A sudden pause for a brief second. He wasn't ready to let his father intervene. The pent-up rage Julian has been holding onto unleashed in a word vomit.
[color=#c10300]"If you truly cared to get to know Jaq or myself...you would know that suggestion you just suggested would never happen. But how can you, when you can't even look at us for more than a few minutes before sending us away with a task or to our studies. I have been holding on to so much guilt all my life because I truly thought it was my fault that mother died when she gave birth to me. If she were here now she would be disappointed in you...but how would I know...you never talk about her or tell us the stories about her. It's the servants that take care of us and tell us the smaller details." [/color]
Another beat.
[color=#c10300]"Jaq and I will make sure Tomas is safe. But I refused to be put on the sidelines..."[/color] As the words sidelines spoke, Julian's eyes began to shift in color. A slight change in pupil and iris, something like a dragon's eye. The change in his eyes appeared quickly and reverted back to his normal eyes, leaving just a tiny bit of smoke drifting off of his eyes. Julian had lashed out at his father. It was the most he had ever said to his father in all of the years he had known him. Julian knew what he said was hurtful and yet he did it. He would expect retaliation from his father. Slap? A punch? Just disappointment? He dug his grave in this moment, standing up for himself and so Julian waited on the edge of his feet. If his father wouldn't do anything or say anything, the conversation was done. He was done. Julian needed to prep his brother Tomas to get him to safety. Julian's body tightened as he began to slowly turn toward the door in a fit of rage but still looking at his father with malice.
[color=#c10300]"You mean Wintson and the servants who fed and dressed me. While we're at it...my studies that was all Magnus. He is more like a father than you ever will be." [/color]
A sudden pause for a brief second. He wasn't ready to let his father intervene. The pent-up rage Julian has been holding onto unleashed in a word vomit.
[color=#c10300]"If you truly cared to get to know Jaq or myself...you would know that suggestion you just suggested would never happen. But how can you, when you can't even look at us for more than a few minutes before sending us away with a task or to our studies. I have been holding on to so much guilt all my life because I truly thought it was my fault that mother died when she gave birth to me. If she were here now she would be disappointed in you...but how would I know...you never talk about her or tell us the stories about her. It's the servants that take care of us and tell us the smaller details." [/color]
Another beat.
[color=#c10300]"Jaq and I will make sure Tomas is safe. But I refused to be put on the sidelines..."[/color] As the words sidelines spoke, Julian's eyes began to shift in color. A slight change in pupil and iris, something like a dragon's eye. The change in his eyes appeared quickly and reverted back to his normal eyes, leaving just a tiny bit of smoke drifting off of his eyes. Julian had lashed out at his father. It was the most he had ever said to his father in all of the years he had known him. Julian knew what he said was hurtful and yet he did it. He would expect retaliation from his father. Slap? A punch? Just disappointment? He dug his grave in this moment, standing up for himself and so Julian waited on the edge of his feet. If his father wouldn't do anything or say anything, the conversation was done. He was done. Julian needed to prep his brother Tomas to get him to safety. Julian's body tightened as he began to slowly turn toward the door in a fit of rage but still looking at his father with malice.
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