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Post by marcus on Dec 23, 2012 22:47:46 GMT -6
Sometimes, Marcus wondered if what he was truly doing was the right thing. Was he really helping out his brother in the long run, or was he just being deceived? What would Tyrin do once he found out? Would he disown him? Claim that they were no longer family, and that he was a traitor? Traitor. The silver haired boy cringed, his fists balling up in his lap. He loathed that word. Once that wretched title was slapped on your name, it was nearly impossible to hide from it. Everyone would know, depending on who you had fucked with. He was in between a rock and a hard place; no matter who he betrayed, he was fucked. If he continued along this path, he would betray the only person who had ever protected him. The one man who actually gave a fuck about him. Even if he had dumped him off at a boarding school, hopelessly alone for several years, Marcus owed a great debt of gratitude to his older brother for having the courage to get the both of them out of their shitty childhood home.
His heart nagged him that it was probably the worst thing he could ever do to his brother; to nark on him like that. Or, he could betray the Navy. Who had treated him well [mostly] up until now. They had been forgiving when Marcus had never been so scared and confused. They had simply shrugged off the fact that the silver haired kid had inadvertently killed three of his classmates. They had been there for him when neither his brother or Reagan couldn't have. Up until now, he had been trying to ignore the truth. He didn't want to believe it. He wanted desperately to believe that the Navy cared for him, and that they would stay true to their word. If Marcus was able to deliver the pirate Captain Tyrin Schiller alive to the officers of the Navy, that Tyrin would be kept safe. Away from the many, many enemies that he possessed. The offer had also been extended to Tyrin's husband, Francis. All they wanted was them alive and as uninjured as possible. In return, no harm would come to Tyrin and his husband, and the Navy would dismiss the charges the families had pressed for the murders of their children.
All Marcus wanted to do was be the one to protect; just this once. Even if Tyrin didn't see it, [which he knew he wouldn't] maybe one day he would understand that it was for the best. The silver haired boy nodded to himself, as if he himself was completely sold on the story. Every time he had to think about it, it left a sour knot in his stomach. He would attempt to push thoughts of reach, so he wouldn't have to dwell on how stupid this truly was. How he knew he was wrong. How he knew that deceiving the only flesh and blood he had left in this world was wrong. And yet, he found himself doing it now. It was as if he had been on autopilot this entire time, while he bombarded himself with self-loathing, his body began to go through the motions of setting up the ambush. He had spoken with one of the admirals in charge of the Schiller cases and set up a meeting place. A place that would end his relationship with his brother. And he just couldn't stop.
Louring Tyrin off the ship had been easier than he thought. Whether he was aware that something was up didn't really matter much. Tyrin was with him alone, unarmed and following his lead. Marcus tried his best to appear as if nothing were wrong. As if he had no idea what was just ahead. As they drew nearer to the ambush site, Marcus' steps became slower and slower. His head fell until he completely stopped, just barely out of site of the officers, who were most likely, already in place. Marcus' head fell in his hands and he took in a loud, deep breath to calm himself. Less than a moment later, his hands had slumped back into his pockets. His blue eyes stared absently into the open, seemingly unpopulated alley. His tone was hushed, so the officers up ahead could not hear. "...Tyrin. Get out of here. Before.." his voice cracked and trailed off for a moment. "Before it's too late."
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notes; :u I couldn't exactly remember what the plot for this thread was, so, I kinda winged it. should be interesting all the same, though. |D
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Post by tyrin on Dec 28, 2012 16:50:42 GMT -6
 Every cell in Tyrin’s body was screaming at him that something was very wrong here.
After more than five years as the captain of a pirate ship and two years running at the top of the Navy’s Most Wanted list, his instincts were rather well-developed to say the least. They had to be, or else he’d be dead long since by now. Instincts were the only thing that had saved him on a number of occasions that should, by all rights, have ended up far worse for the pirate captain. He wasn’t in the habit of mistrusting them; the few times he’d had, someone had died for that mistake.
It was, therefore, a testament to how much he loved his younger brother that he was here right now. He hadn’t seen his brother in years, since he’d left Marcus at a boarding school after getting them both the hell out of their shitty childhood home and away from their father. At the time, he’d thought it was the right thing to do. He hadn’t been sure of the specifics, but he’d known that wherever he ended up, it wasn’t going to be safe for a sixteen year old human, let alone a thirteen year old. And while Tyrin was willing to put himself at risk in order to prove his worth to himself and to the world, he hadn’t been willing to drag his brother along into a situation arguably more dangerous than the one he’d just gotten them both out of. Besides, he’d honestly thought Marcus had a chance of a relatively normal life. It had been too late for Tyrin; he’d missed too much school already, and he had no interest in a quiet, normal life anyway. But he’d thought that maybe Marcus could turn it around. Could really become something. And he hadn’t wanted to hold him back.
Which had made it all that more of a punch in the gut when Marcus showed up one day full of anger at being left behind. Abandoning him had never been Tyrin’s intention. Marcus had demanded to be let on Tyrin’s ship, to become a part of his crew, and despite Tyrin’s reservations, he’d eventually agreed. And, if he was honest with himself, he’d been surprised that Marcus turned out to be a halfway decent fighter. Certainly enough to protect himself, though it didn’t keep Tyrin from being preoccupied during fights and trying to watch out to make sure he didn’t get hurt. His distraction had gotten him injured a few times, not that he’d ever told Marcus (or Francis, for that matter) that that was the reason. Tyrin didn’t think about it too much. His brother came first.
And that was why, despite his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong, very wrong here, he had left the relative safety of the Leonine without any backup besides Marcus and gone out into Demimonde, one of the most violent pirate towns currently in existence. Normally, that wouldn’t have bothered Tyrin in the slightest. He could handle just about anything the town threw at him. But Marcus was acting weird, and it had the pirate captain on edge, eyes constantly scanning the streets and looking into alleyways to check for signs that something was up, even as his conscious mind refused to acknowledge that, if something was wrong, Marcus’ behavior indicated that he knew.
He noticed Marcus’ steps beginning to slow down and frowned, letting his own steps slow to match. Marcus stopped, his head dropping into his hands. Tyrin stopped as well, and though a thousand questions immediately began buzzing around in his head, he bit them back, instead keeping an eye on their surroundings. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing straight up, chills running up and down his spine. Something was very wrong. His hands itched for the familiar grip of his sword, but he managed to resist summoning it to him. He still didn’t know what was going on, and it only took an instant to appear if something happened.
Tyrin’s head snapped around to face Marcus as his younger brother spoke, his voice so quiet that Tyrin could barely hear him. But he did. Get out of here. Before it’s too late. The words made his stomach twist, a mess of emotions roiling inside of him. A nagging sense of betrayal tried to rise to the surface, but Tyrin pushed it away. He didn’t know enough yet to let that emotion through. ”Not without you,” was the first thing out of the pirate captain’s mouth, his tone instinctively hushed to match his brother’s. Whatever this was, even if it was Marcus’ fault, Tyrin wouldn’t leave him to face it alone. ”Marcus, what’s going on?” he asked after a moment, eyes flickering to search his surroundings before returning to the other man’s face.
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