Olly & Tristan
{The Night Before}
"I hear you, I respect you, but could I propose the idea that it went pretty well?" Oliver asked in a high pitched voice, his teeth braced as he rolled his thin shoulders upward in a questioning shrug.
"Oh, you've got to be shitting me right now Olly," Tristan groaned throwing himself facedown on Oliver's bed as if completely exasperated with the boy king.
Oliver couldn't help but nibble on the edge of his thumb as he swiveled in his desk's rolly chair, his heartbeat unintentionally picking up as his eyes may have brushed over his friend's toned back. (It was only a bloody second, a second didn't freaking count) He'd be lying though if hearing Tristan throw out his nickname hadn't peaked his interest at least in a completely normal-when was the last time you called me that way.
"You think it's a lost cause don't you, that I should give up?" Oliver asked with a disgruntled sigh leaning back into his chair covering up his eyes with his forearm. They were both exhausted. Regretfully a little on the grumpy side as well. Things most certainly had not gone the way Oliver had secretly hoped they would, and Tristan although not shocked was probably more pissed about how it went down than his king was.
"Olllyyy, be reasonable," Tristan groaned into the mountain of cream colored pillows.
"Reasonable. So you do think it's a lost cause," Oliver shot back his chair flipping up into an alert position so that he could study his best friend for any sign of disputation. Oliver's bright blue eyes fixated on the groaning teen in front of him.
"Nooooooo... Did I say that? When did I say that? Hmmh? I've never said anything's a lost cause with you, and you know it. Seriously, when have I ever told you to give up on something?" Tristan grumbled into the pillows fighting a string of yawns which still managed to wiggle themselves out of his chest.
"I just... I just don't see what the big fuss is about, she's a good kid sure, but not really worth all this attention, she doesn't even use her powers and recently her father's stock has been going down; Emmy on the other hand might be a little easier to persuade, she's been having a problem with the Vamps, so maybe just put the kid on the backburner for a while?" Tristan suggested softly in a way he hoped would calm his prince down a few pegs. Unfortunately for Tristan this seemed to do the exact freaking opposite. God, he just wanted a nap.
"Oh my God! This is what I'm talking about!" Oliver shouted suddenly propelling himself from the chair, his body aflame with fiery gusto.
"What? What! What are you screaming about; it's like 11 pm!" Tristan whined pulling the pillow over his ears as he tried to ignore the show his king was putting on.
"She is Fae! It's not about the money!" Oliver hissed not necessarily angry at Tristan but more angry to be angry (something Tristan was quite accustomed to and took no offense at).
"You would say that," the Fallen couldn't help but mutter under his breath. As long as Oliver had enough money in the coffer to throw around in every-which-direction he was all hunky dory, maybe next tax season he'd let the king spend sometime trying to track down all the bloody receipts.
"She's one of us, and no one is treating her right. I can't... I won't sit around and let them treat her this way, she's a Fae. She has rights and she should be bloody well respected. Instead Tundry is just giving her a bloody reacharound and a royal fuck you, it's not fair. She's a good person, and it's not fair. Her own people..." Oliver snarled, his teeth mashing together.
"She seems rather liked by the Cat," Tristan argued, "and the other housemates from the looks of it, she has that Vampire and um the one boy who's in P.E. with us I think?" Tristan shrugged forgetting the kid's name all together, he couldn't be expected to remember such important things when he was so tired.
"The Chinese kid? He's not Fae. She needs protection, just like the rest of us. A real Court, or she might as well be a Council brat. They failed her, Tundry failed her! Just like my mother failed Sasha, and I wouldn't fail her. I would take care of her, I know I could take care of her and she could be happy and no one would be treating her like some shitty thing that doesn't belong," He muttered the last part his anger fading as he dropped down next to Tristan on the bed.
Silence taking over the two as Oliver's words sunk in. No one liked to speak of the late queen (late? exiled... Tristan wished she was late, then they could have been celebrating at least one small miracle.) Was Alice going to be another Sasha? Oliver had a knack for taking in strays. Tristan couldn't talk much as he was the original Sasha, but still. Oliver did love his crusades. The Fallen had been around the boy king long enough to know that this went deeper, that Tundry's actions and the actions of her Court bothered him so much because Alice reminded Oliver of Oliver. The child who was fucked over by the people who should have protected him. It had taken Tristan too long to figure this out. It explained pretty much everything about why he was so freaking intent on the little girl.
"Japanese," Tristan muttered rolling over to face the boy next to him with newfound determination.
"What?" Oliver's eyes looked puzzled as if not understanding Tristan's words, which might be an accurate statement as his eyes were pretty much drilled into the Hungarian boy's lips which were painfully close. Maybe laying on a bed next to each other was not the best idea in the world.
"The boy; her friend, he's Japanese, not Chinese. Kinda important." Tristan smiled pushing himself up.
"Best bet is to learn about the friends if we wanna avoid the family, I have a dossier on stuff you'll need to learn in my files. Not very much on that kid actually but I have quite a bit on the other housemates which we'll need to go over. Perhaps if we play our cards right we can manage to snag the Phoenixes as well." Tristan smirked, now those two could be handy.
June 12th, 2016 at 08:29am
