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@freedomwriter76 so I will say Franz is different from November’s father, Riven, which is why when Franz first entered November was just kinda like “What…?” (November doesn’t like conflict so he was automatically shying away, but when he heard Father it brought back bad memories)
Riven is more of the proper, tall, conniving type. He uses people and is good at it. He’s verbally and mentally abusive, and not really physical (except for that one time as mentioned in the quick flashback November had in an earlier RP) though he could be if he wanted to.
He’s more stern in his words and tears November down to the point November is very insecure.
He’s tall, dark-haired that’s slicked back, dark blue eyes, good posture, yea….
so think Cassius if you’ve ever read Keeper of the lost cities.
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By the way, IS Franze drunk? ’cause that will affect how Viktor treats him.
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November
Something hard pressed into his hand, and, for a split second, November wondered if Ara had stepped up to join him. He jerked his head to the side and found Viktor next to him. He glanced down and saw a stone in his palm.
“Here.” Viktor whispered, “Let’s stand vanguard.”
November pursed his lips. Vanguard? What was a…a vanguard?
He swallowed. Whatever it was, Viktor expected him to…do it. Viktor stood tall, courageous. If only November were like that.
But under the gaze of that…man…November didn’t feel very brave at all.
All he could see was his own father standing there. Staring down in disappointment. Betrayal stung him and he sighed.
Still, he had to try. For everyone else, right?
Though…what was the stone for?
He clutched it and tried to stand a bit taller.
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Thank you.
Oh dear. Crosshair and Zlatan. That may not work out well. Which it totally fine. XD
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@godlyfantasy12. I see. Yeah, I can see that! Franz was much more physically abusive, with some verbal, in that (as y’all saw earlier) he called Riker a mistake and said he never wanted him. (makes me mad, it does. *hugs Riker tight* NO ONE WILL HURT YOU ANYMORE, MY BABY!) And also, why do Riven and Franz even LOOK ALIKE!? Like, that’s Franz, other than he has coal-colored eyes. Riker’s are dark blue tho, from his mother. WHO I LOVE! 😀
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“I could ask the same of you.” Crosshair stepped up to be beside Riker.
Franz narrowed his eyes. “And who in the world are-”
“Father, don’t.” Oh, how he hated the way his voice and body trembled.
Franz stepped closer to him. Riker put a hand in front of Crosshair, instinctively pushing him back slightly, softly. Just as he had done many times to Angelina.
To protect her.
Franz stood over him. “…What did you just say to me?”
“Careful. I wouldn’t try anything.” Ezra snarled, coming forward, leaving Eva with Mikkel, who motioned for her to stand behind him. Ezra had his pistol out.
Not aimed at Franz, but still…out.
Franz looked Ezra up and down. His eyes focused on Ezra’s uniform. He turned on Riker with force.
Riker took a step back. Franz took a step closer. “And now you’re aiding the enemy!?”
Ezra almost took a step closer. Riker shook his head. “Ezra, don’t.”
Ezra stopped, but he didn’t seem happy about it. Franz took another step. “Answer. Me.”
Riker glanced over at November, with a stone in hand, whose face was blanched white and his eyes…once again…staring at something that wasn’t there anymore.
Franz’s openhanded blow came without warning.
Riker, in surprise and pain, stepped back, colliding into the wall. His head hit the hard stone. He groaned.
“Aiding the enemy!? Think, my son, a traitor! What will everyone say!?”
“Nothing but a mistake…think I ever wanted you!? Who would EVER want a son like you!?”
Another blow.
The sound of the slap echoed off the walls.
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@elishavet-pidyon. He is drunk. Pfft, when isn’t he? *shrugs* Also, my poor BABY BOY!!! RIKER!!!! *sobs forever*
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@elishavet-pidyon. Although, he’s horrible whether he’s drunk or not…so…I guess it doesn’t really matter. *shrugs* However, it does affect how he thinks, so.
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@koshka. You are so welcome.
Ooh, that will be interesting! @godlyfantasy12. @koshka. @keilah-h. I guess Eva will have to be the mediator, huh? XD
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If anyone else gets something in before me, ignore this please.
Zlatan
The man struck Riker.
Just like that.
This was not how a father should act.
This was like someone else Zlatan knew all to well.
He never felt himself moving. One moment he was standing behind Rikker. The next he had taken his place, helmet on the floor beside him.
Eyes burning liquid fire. Face of ice.
“Strike.”
The man locked eyes with him.
“Don’t v’orry. I’ve been hit before.”
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Ok! Good to know. 😉
Poor Riker!!!
I LOVE ZLATAN!!!
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@koshka. OHHHHH!!!! I LOVE ZLATAN!!!!!! 😍😍😍
@elishavet-pidyon. Yep. AND IKR!? MY BABYYYYYY!!!!! 😭😭😭 MY CINNAMON ROLL! MY…MY PUMPKIN! 😭😭😭@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon
I KNOW!! He’s come so far…he has scars NO one knows about, besides the parents of the children those scars saved. @godlyfantasy12 knows what I’m talking about.
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All our dearest characters are our hurt ones!!!
Oh, if Alwin we’re here right now….
Viktor
The man… Hit… Riker.
Viktor’s mind froze on the image, unreal in the torch light. His ears filled with the sound of the blow.
And Alya’s scream.
Then two things fell into place.
This was a horrible man.
And if he ever did sleep tonight, it would be to remember the things he forgot he remembered.
Like November was, apparently. Viktor glanced at the boy to see him be the perfect illustration of how Viktor felt.
Only no. Viktor was angry.
He moved to cover November.
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November
Novembee flinched violently at the first slap, feeling his own face sting. His eyes watered as a memory slipped in.
November’s fists clenched. “YOU COULD’VE HURT HER!” He cried, lunging for the journal. Riven raised his hands and with a swift motion, November was hurled into the floor.
Pain sprouted from his cheek and into his forehead, and then sprung to the opposite side of his face as he collided with the wall. His eyes went wide and he gasped, rubbing his cheek. The few of the tears he’d been holding back wet his eyes.
November looked up at the dark-haired man who stood a few feet away, his mouth open in shock.
All the comments. All the words. They hurt enough.
But his father had never hit him.
Riven stared with dark eyes, his fingers hovering over the golden clasp of the journal. The fireplace roared beside him, casting a dark shadow on everything. Riven shook his head. “I tried to keep you from getting too attached. I really did, but…I suppose it was bound to happen. And, in a way, perhaps it was for the best. It really did make getting my hands on this easier in the long run, and gathering information was…rather simple as well. I thought I’d have to do more work honestly, but when your son’s the princess’ best friend, I suppose that opens doors all on its own.”
November’s mind reeled at what his father was saying. Reeled at the realization of what November had done. He’d inadvertently helped his father spy on Ara and her family. He’d messed up. He’d ruined everything.
Like he always did.
His father was right.
His father was a liar. But not about November.
Everything he said about November was true.
And that hurt worse than the bruises forming on his face.
“Why?” Was all November could say. His voice broke with the question and he hated himself for it, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Just like he couldn’t get rid of the few tears that were escaping his eyes. “Why would you want to hurt them? What have they done to you?”
Riven looked at his son with an expression that resembled pity. He sighed. “November, one of these days you’re going to understand. For now, however, some things are just…” He held up the journal. “Best left in the dark.”
And with that, he tossed the journal into the flames.
(that was taken from a rough draft thingy lol)
Another slap sounded, bringing November from his memory. His eyes jerked open and he barely registered Zlatan’s fast movement, taking RIKER’S place in front of this horrid man.
It was too late though, November was already in motion, fists clenched and eyes glassy. “STOP!” He cried, knocking into the older man and pushing him back.
He made him stumble, but the man was strong and some unknown force (he’s speaking of his drunken state) seemed to keep him on his feet.
His eyes widened for a split moment at himself, but only for a moment. He just couldn’t stand by and let this man hurt Riker. It….it wasn’t fair.
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@koshka. *cries* Our poor, poor charries. *sobs forever*
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