[Storm Plot] Calm After the Storm

[econtra_mod]

Characters: ALL
Where: The arena
When: Following the end of the storm, evening and into the night
Summary: Gathering those hurt into a safe place, where they can be cared for and checked on by those worried about them.
Notes: Feel free to do many multiple thread lines, focusing on individuals or small groups! The arena is a big area, so no one's

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[papa_high_lord]

If Saetan had been feeling any lingering romantic emotions from the previous night, they were not visible on his face. At the moment he was all business; it was easy to take him for just a harmless older man most times, but no one would have been able to now. At the moment it was suddenly easy to recall just how powerful he was, and truly how old. Looking at him now, it was impossible to see anything but the High Lord of Hell.

He dropped a Black shield over Daemon's faltering one, glancing around until he caught sight of his son and Takion, who was lying unconscious on the ground. At the moment, he did not have time for more than a quick flash of concern; there were too many other injuries, and too much chaos and confusion for him to allow himself to be distracted by worry.

Although the look on Daemon's face gave him a moment's pause; he hadn't had a chance to speak to his son in person since Li had vanished and the pain there ripped through his heart, as did the silent accusation. He knew Daemon would have figured out quickly what had happened between him and Takion, and although he had never minded his children being aware of his sex life - much as they might consider that knowledge mentally scarring - but he had a feeling this time was going to be complicated.

"How is everyone, Namesake?" He asked, joining the two and reenforcing his shields as he spoke. Hopefully, the rest of their little family here had gotten to safety, too.

[takion]

The first thing Takion was aware of was that his head hurt. It was the sort of pain that made him feel like the world would start spinning if he dared to open his eyes. It was easiest to lie still for now.

Familiar voices could be heard over Takion's head. He recognized Saetan's immediately, and that was enough to convince him to continue feigning unconsciousness. The other night had been rushed; two lonely people grasping for companionship. For all Takion knew, Saetan might be inclined to just leave things as a one night stand. Takion hoped otherwise, but the way things had been since coming to Econtra, he knew it wasn't prudent to get his hopes up.

[blackjeweled]

Daemon stirred to life when another Black shield snapped over his own. He dropped his faltering one and looked over as his father, the High Lord of Hell, noticed where he was before heading towards him and the unconscious Takion. Daemon didn't say anything since he knew the man coming towards him was the High Lord of Hell and should be spoken to with protocol in mind, which at the moment he really didn't want to care about. It was also obvious Saetan knew that Daemon knew what was painfully obvious to any Warlord Prince with a Black Jewel in the area. He gripped the blade's handle tighter, as if readying it to stab someone if they came too close. Like how it was obvious from pyschic scents that Saetan and Takion were suddenly out of the blue having a relationship, it was just as obvious from pyschic scents that Daemon was on the verge of the killing edge.

When Saetan finally came over and looked over his son and his unconscious 'lover,' Daemon still kept his mouth shut until he was spoken to. Or well, he was about to say something until Alema stormed into the Arena. Alema's controlled, deadly grace shocked Daemon to drop further away from the edge and blink a few times before she asked Takion's status, and a real thought slipped into his mind. It wasn't everyday Alema was serious. But then, he should have expected that, being a pleasure slave like her and all. "Unconscious... Blunt force to the head, I'd guess something from the ruined buildings." He also wanted to add, 'Smelling like the stink of a night of sex' to Takion's status, but he decided against it. Thinking of sex and any relationship around it only made his heart ache for what he had lost.

He also grieved over losing his hold on the killing edge. At least when he felt nothing but insane cold, he didn't feel like his heart was tearing apart. He gently used his other hand, the one not holding the blade's hilt, and gently stroked the pronged blade. Anyone else who didn't know Daemon would scream innuendo, but the action of feeling the blade between his fingers and hand calmed him down considerably.

[papa_high_lord]

Saetan looked up in surprise as the fierce looking blue woman arrived. The only person that color he knew of - by reputation only - was that Alema woman who seemed to be sleeping with half the members of the compound. He was caught off-guard by her appearance. Somehow he hadn't expected her to look so dangerous. At the moment, he had time to do nothing more than incline his head in greeting. Introductions could wait.

He knelt stiffly, ignoring the pointed glances Daemon was giving him as well as the pain in his bad leg. Black nailed fingers brushed lightly across Takion's brow, absently brushing a loose strand of hair out of his face as psychic tendrils probing his head for damage. Nothing permanent, then.

"I'm not a healer," He commented, sounding much calmer than he felt. "But it doesn't feel like there's any serious damage."

[takion]

While Takion wasn't unconscious, he did most likely have a concussion. And so he had no problem with continuing to pretend to be out cold. He didn't want to move and risk an attack of nausea. But he'd almost opened his eyes at Saetan's light touch.

[blackjeweled]

Once they had found out for sure that Takion was all right, he watched Saetan gently stroke Takion's brow and felt his heart freeze in bitter jealousy. Not because he had any feelings other than friendship with Takion, but because Li wasn't here, and when he had cared for Li... It ended in Li being in a coma.

Not about to taint his father's time with someone he cared about, Daemon stood up slowly, almost like he had got shot and was carefully bleeding to death. "I'll leave you two alone."

Shit. He hadn't meant to use that cold of a voice. Still, that's how it came out even when he had tried to mask his pain. He wanted his father to be happy. He did, but at the moment his Self was lacking and it was hard to sift through his emotions.

Clutching the pronged knife hard enough his knuckles were white, he looked at the strong-willed, beautiful Alema. They were both pleasure slaves with their own tempers from it, after all. He only had one thing to say. "I won't drop from the edge again."

With that, he limped towards the exit. They could stop him if they wanted to, if they cared enough to, but the only person who could heal any of his wounds was missing in his life. Forever.

Yuuko had told him to move on. But how could he?

[papa_high_lord]

Shit. Saetan sighed, feeling torn and glancing down at Takion one last time before standing stiffly and hurrying after his son. He had the feeling he and Daemon needed to work this out now, before it turned into something they never could work out.

"Watch him," He asked Alema quietly, almost desperately before going after Daemon.

Catching up with him after a few steps, he placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Don't do this now, Namesake." He said quietly, adding, "Too many people here need you; Warlord Princes protect and serve. We have to put that before our feelings sometimes. Both of us. We can talk about this later, when things have settled down."

[takion]

Well, it didn't sound like he was going to hear anything useful. Takion would have liked to have been certain about where he stood with Saetan. He listened to the receding footsteps with a sigh. Daemon must have realized somehow... And he'd lost so many that he loved. No doubt he wouldn't take to the realization that Takion had been with his father with any sort of joy.

Another hand rested itself on Takion's head, and the pain began to lessen a fraction. Takion risked cracking open his eyes to see his benefactor. He mouthed a "thank you" to the beautifully blue Alema.

[blackjeweled]

Daemon kept walking until he felt the strong hand of his father grip his shoulder and plant him in place. Looks like he wasn't going to scuttle out of this one that easily. He stayed quiet, letting his father speak. What was spoken made him feel even more bitter... If only because he knew Saetan was right.

Especially since if anyone understood the misery of loss, it was Saetan. While Daemon had lost most of the family he had here, hadn't Saetan lost so much more? It wouldn't be fair to Saetan if Daemon tore his relationship with Takion apart. ...Now. He would talk to Saetan and Takion later, when everything calmed down. He couldn't help but remember when Saetan had plopped Li and himself down to talk about their relationship.

Oh, how the tables had turned. He himself turned to be able to look at Saetan. A small smirk stretched across the side of his face.

"I'll go see if anyone outside needs my service. I know a bit more healing than you, so... " He reached his hand up to touch Saetan's face, slipping long, black nails down his cheek delicately. Daemon purred, leaning his face close enough to Saetan's that the older man could feel his warm breath. "We'll talk about your new relationship later."

He paused, losing the smirk quickly. "And the loss of my own." He gave his father a simple, yet heart throbbing kiss before pulling away. "I don't want either of you hurt. It's so easy for this place to... Just take away."

He was still frowning, even as he moved to slip away from his father. If he was lucky, maybe he would find the Warden on his exploration of the damage. He had many bones to pick with that man.

[papa_high_lord]

Saetan was not exactly surprised by the kiss, which he returned almost without thinking. Physical contact was just a part of who he was, and Daemon was the same way. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and he had never thought twice about it, no matter how strange others might find that.

"Yes, we need to talk," He agreed quietly, adding, "And I never got to tell you how sorry I am about Li." He meant it, too. No matter what he thought about Daemon and Jaenelle, he would never condemn any decisions his children made about their lives. "Don't worry about loss," He added softly. "I know how to deal with that very well." Cassandra, Tersa, even Hekatah in her own way. Mother Night, sometimes he even got the feeling, prompted by his Black Widow instincts, that he and Sylvia weren't going to work out. And then the children he had lost were just another long list. Who could blame him for wanting to try again, to just once make this work?

He sighed, watching Daemon stalk off before returning to Takion's side, golden eyes flooding with concern once more.

[takion]

It seemed that there was so much happening all at once. With his head hurting like it was, Takion didn't want to keep track of it. Daemon had gone off. Alema had left. Saetan had returned to his side.

It was that last which Takion decided to concentrate on for the moment. He smiled wanly up at Saetan, but his expression quickly sobered. "Daemon isn't happy, is he?" Understatement. "Saetan... If it comes down to a choice, choose him. I don't want to be responsible for breaking apart a family."

[papa_high_lord]

Saetan smiled in relief as Takion's eyes fluttered open. "Mother Night, you had me worried." He murmured, hand returning to the side of the other man's face as though to reassure himself he was still there. He could feel the protective instincts that made Warlord Princes what they were flaring to life, along with relief.

"Daemon misses Li," He replied quietly. "Peyton - one of my other sons -did the same thing once when he lost someone he loved." The difference being that Peyton had walked out of his life and never come back, but he felt no need to mention that painful subject at the moment. "He's hurting, and he needs some time. Our family has survived worse storms." And had also been ripped apart in to many ways for him to count over the centuries. Everything had a price. "Besides, last time I checked, it was parents who were supposed to disapprove of their children's relationships, not the other way around." He added dryly.