08-19-2013, 10:03 AM
Tony relaxed, but did not let go of the power as Michael made his apologies.
Well, I thoroughly fucked that up.
It had been a lesson of sorts. Michael was willing to put up with his moods - he had no idea why - and his bitterness had grown over the years and it was clear he had forgotten how to interact with people.
He had pushed the kid too far. Of course he was scared. He should have known what would happen. Although Michael's outburst...
He had sensed it in the young man before now. Something... tore at him. Something drove his rage to unnatural heights. Tony did not believe that was his true nature. Michael could be cold, but he was not cruel.
Get yourself together Tony, you fucking moron.
Taking a deep breath, he moved to help the poor up and laid him down on the couch. He used a weave of Healing. As it touched, he bruises and scars vanished and the kid gasped in shock.
Tony's voice was tired but he felt alive now more than he had in years. "Forgive me, Jaxen."
He slumped down in the chair the kid had vacated. "You... you don't know how dangerous it is... I have seen dozens die or taken never to be seen again because of this."
He picked up the vodka bottle that had dropped. Miraculously, it was not broken, and had spilled relatively little of the amber liquid. He placed it on the table.
"Nobody can force you to do this. You can walk out the door right now, I will not stop you. But I know you feel it. You may not believe what I say, but you feel something is different. If you want to take your chances - you may survive, after all - you will hear nothing more from us."
Tony rubbed his temples, the alcohol an irritant now more than ever. "I will leave you with one more thing. You know where to find us, if you ever need help."
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Aug 19 2013, 10:04 AM.
Well, I thoroughly fucked that up.
It had been a lesson of sorts. Michael was willing to put up with his moods - he had no idea why - and his bitterness had grown over the years and it was clear he had forgotten how to interact with people.
He had pushed the kid too far. Of course he was scared. He should have known what would happen. Although Michael's outburst...
He had sensed it in the young man before now. Something... tore at him. Something drove his rage to unnatural heights. Tony did not believe that was his true nature. Michael could be cold, but he was not cruel.
Get yourself together Tony, you fucking moron.
Taking a deep breath, he moved to help the poor up and laid him down on the couch. He used a weave of Healing. As it touched, he bruises and scars vanished and the kid gasped in shock.
Tony's voice was tired but he felt alive now more than he had in years. "Forgive me, Jaxen."
He slumped down in the chair the kid had vacated. "You... you don't know how dangerous it is... I have seen dozens die or taken never to be seen again because of this."
He picked up the vodka bottle that had dropped. Miraculously, it was not broken, and had spilled relatively little of the amber liquid. He placed it on the table.
"Nobody can force you to do this. You can walk out the door right now, I will not stop you. But I know you feel it. You may not believe what I say, but you feel something is different. If you want to take your chances - you may survive, after all - you will hear nothing more from us."
Tony rubbed his temples, the alcohol an irritant now more than ever. "I will leave you with one more thing. You know where to find us, if you ever need help."
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Aug 19 2013, 10:04 AM.