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Rebel Rebel: Part One
Title: Rebel Rebel
Author: Sildil
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Dante hunts for Cai
Disclaimer: Caeru and Abrimel, Pell, Cobweb and Terzian and any others making cameo appearances belong to Storm Constantine as do her wonderful Wraeththu, Jeremiah, Dante and Cai and other bit part actors belong to me
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raythoo as always)
'Just fuck off Jeremiah. I'm tired. Tired of your bloody mind games.'
"Oh come on Dante, don't be so miserable. And anyway, this one is so pretty..." said the older har, playing with the hair of a rather drunk youth. "Almost as pretty as you were when I first saw you."
Dante scowled and stood, pacing the room. 'And what about his chesnari...hmmm? You know one day you'll pick the wrong har to play with...'
Jeremiah shrugged. "Oh don't get your knickers in a knot Dante. This one's partner has no idea where he is. I made sure of that." He leaned in and whispered to the young har. "We ran away, didn't we Cobweb? We managed to escape the fierce chesnari, didn't we?" he giggled.
Cobweb blinked and looked somewhat bewildered. "Did...did we? I thought...where's Terzian?" he mumbled, frowning and trying to sit up from the low, scattered pile of cushions. Jeremiah gave him a gentle little shove and he tumbled back again, too inebriated to resist. "No...no don't d..do that," the dark har protested, but Jeremiah ignored him and began to nuzzle at his neck. "Awww...come on, don't be shy. You are far, far too pretty for that other har."
"Don't say I didn't warn you Jeremiah. I've had enough of this, I'm going out for a smoke." Dante glared and sent a warning to Cobweb, trusting that the har would have enough skill to read his mind speech. "Don't let him do anything you don't want. And don't let him make you think you want it either." With those parting sentiments, Dante left.
He turned right when he left the old school, heading for what had become in the past few years an area full of bars and cafes. He nodded to several har that knew him, slipped in through the door of a particularly sleazy looking joint and pushed through the crowd to take a seat on one of the stools by the counter.
"What can I get you, Dante? I've got a bottle of old, single malt whiskey under the counter...wanna try it? Been saving it for somehar who would appreciate it," said the barkeeper, a lazy, blonde har by the name of Nightingale.
Dante nodded, grinning and offered his pack of cigarettes to Nightingale. "Thanks, don't mind if I do," the fair har said and took a couple, lighting one and tucking the other behind his ear for later.
"So...any gossip?"
Dante rolled his eyes and sighed theatrically. It was frustrating if hara hadn't got 'the gift'. Communication was slow and he sometimes felt like some sort of clown, gesticulating and making faces. Nightingale could pick up on the slightest nuance however, and was easy to 'talk' to.
"Riiight. Don't tell me...Jeremiah has got in too deep again?"
Dante nodded and frowned, expressing his concern.
Nightingale smiled sympathetically and patted Dante on the shoulder, leaving him briefly to serve another customer. When he returned he poured Dante another shot of whiskey, nodded towards a small booth in the corner of the bar and led his friend there.
Nightingale had watched Jeremiah and Dante through the years and had let Dante cry on his shoulder on more than one occasion. Jeremiah was very free with his affections and Dante...? Dante was loyal and monogamous to a fault and frequently hurt.
“So...who is it this time?”
Dante pointed to his hair and waved his hand in front of his face and fluttered his eyelashes, his way of suggesting a beautiful, dark har.
“Dark and pretty then. Old? Young?”
Dante pinched his fingers to show a little space.
“Young, OK...last question...been around a bit or a newcomer?” asked Nightingale, already fearing the answer.
Dante sighed then shook his head and shrugged.
“Ah. New then...damn. Not that one with the Varr?”
Dante pointed at a cobweb that clung to the corner of the booth and nodded slowly.
“Shit. That one is trouble...not the pretty, dark har, but his chesnari, Terzian. What the fuck is Jeremiah thinking of?” growled Nightingale.
Dante shook his head and waved his hands wildly, his face a picture of misery that it took no skill at all to read. Nightingale reached across the grubby table and hugged his friend. “I know, he isn’t thinking is he? Or at least, not with his brain, more like his ouana-lim. I’m sorry Dante...he’s always been the same, ever since I’ve known him...even when he told your friend...what was his name...? Cai? When he told him to go away and leave you...” Nightingale sighed, unaware of Dante freezing at the mention of Cai’s name. He continued, blindly ignorant of Dante’s thunderous expression. “...I told him he was behaving badly, but he said you didn’t mind and I guess he was right...you and he have been like that...” he clasped his fingers together, “...ever since. I must admit, I never thought it would last, but yours is one of the few relationships...heh, if not the only relationship that he has ever kept going...Hey! What‘s the matter?!”
Dante had stood, grabbing Nightingale by the collar with both hands and pulling the shocked har to his feet with him. Fuck this bloody mindspeak! Dante growled fiercely, angry hurt tears spilling down his cheeks. “C...C...C...” he sobbed, “C...C...g...g...www....ww...?” He released Nightingale, clenching his fists and collapsed back onto the stool, burying his head in is arms.
Nightingale stared at Dante in horror, understanding slowly creeping into his mind. “Fuck! Dante, he told you Cai didn’t want you, didn’t he? The bastard! It’s just the sort of thing he would do too. Oh shit, I’m sorry...” he reached once again for his friend.
Dante raised his head and nodded miserably. He sighed and made his fingers walk across the table swiftly, shaking his head and waving at his hand frantically, then he pointed to his throat and screamed, silently.
“Bloody hell! You watched him walk away and couldn’t yell after him? Nightingale stood and banged the table. “That does it, that really is the last time I watch that fucking Jeremiah screw up somehar’s life. I’m only sorry I didn’t stop him earlier, for your sake Dante. Hey, Lennox, mind the bar I’m going out,” he yelled to one of the customers who nodded and slipped behind the counter, and Dante followed Nightingale, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
As they walked swiftly along the road, heading for the school, Nightingale explained to Dante how he had met the distraught Cai just after he had been incepted. Cai had said nothing about Dante, other than being obviously devastated that he had left his lover behind and after seeing Dante and Jeremiah together, Nightingale had assumed that this was because Dante had chosen to stay.
Dante shook his head vehemently and clutched at Nightingale’s sleeve. ‘NO, NO I didn’t want to! I screamed...aaaaaaaahhh!!!’
Nightingale flinched. “Fuck, I heard that Dante!”
Dante fell to his knees and cried. ‘Thank god! Night, Night, can you hear this?’
Nightingale nodded, his eyes wide with surprise.
Dante covered his face with his trembling hands, waves of relief and desperate need and locked away words flowing from him and physically shaking Nightingale.
‘I didn’t want to stay, I didn’t...but Jeremiah...he told me that when Cai had learned that I wasn’t...perfect, he wanted to go. I just wanted to speak with him...hah, well not ‘speak’, but at least see him one last time...I...I wanted to wish him w..well...oh god...Cai thought I didn’t love him? He thought I wanted to stay with Jeremiah?’ Dante got to his feet and clenched his fists. ‘I’ll kill him. I’ll kill the fucking bastard.’
Nightingale, pulled at Dante’s shoulder. “No, wait! Don’t go rushing in there waving knives or fists around. Before you know it, it’ll be you being hauled off and beaten to death somewhere for murdering a har. It’s rough justice here and a lot of har like Jeremiah, in spite of his ways. Let me go first...please...”
Dante shrugged him off and ran straight across the old playground heading for the school. “Wait, Dante! Shit!” yelled Nightingale, running after his friend, but as they reached the doors they were greeted by the proud, yellow haired Varr, Terzian, holding up his very drunk and weeping consort, Cobweb.
“If you are after that git who tried to commit pelki on my consort, then I’m afraid you are too late,” he said softly. He nodded briskly to one of the waiting har in his entourage who brought his horse to him, helping him manoeuvre Cobweb into the saddle, then Terzian leapt up behind his lover. “I hope he wasn’t important to either of you,” he said with a smile and then urged his horse forward swiftly, making Dante and Nightingale jump to one side.
The two har watched the company leave until the dust in the old playground settled, then both stared at each other and entered the dilapidated building. It already felt devoid of life and the air shimmered as if something violent had disturbed the atmosphere. Dante led Nightingale through the corridors until they reached the old school hall, the site of Dante’s and Cai’s inception all those years ago, and Jeremiah’s inner sanctum.
They found the har lying sprawled and glassy eyed across the nest of pillows, sticky with his own blood. Terzian had obviously decided the correct punishment for daring to touch his consort was to remove the offending part of Jeremiah’s anatomy, feed it to him and then cut his throat. Nightingale was sick in the corner of the hall while Dante stood and stared, trying to feel something for this har who he had played with, loved and fought for the whole of his harrish life, but he couldn’t.
‘Perhaps I will...given time. I’m sorry Jeremiah, but I did warn you,’ he thought, then turned on his heels, following the path Cai took so long ago and leaving the school and the town behind him.
Author: Sildil
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Dante hunts for Cai
Disclaimer: Caeru and Abrimel, Pell, Cobweb and Terzian and any others making cameo appearances belong to Storm Constantine as do her wonderful Wraeththu, Jeremiah, Dante and Cai and other bit part actors belong to me
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raythoo as always)'Just fuck off Jeremiah. I'm tired. Tired of your bloody mind games.'
"Oh come on Dante, don't be so miserable. And anyway, this one is so pretty..." said the older har, playing with the hair of a rather drunk youth. "Almost as pretty as you were when I first saw you."
Dante scowled and stood, pacing the room. 'And what about his chesnari...hmmm? You know one day you'll pick the wrong har to play with...'
Jeremiah shrugged. "Oh don't get your knickers in a knot Dante. This one's partner has no idea where he is. I made sure of that." He leaned in and whispered to the young har. "We ran away, didn't we Cobweb? We managed to escape the fierce chesnari, didn't we?" he giggled.
Cobweb blinked and looked somewhat bewildered. "Did...did we? I thought...where's Terzian?" he mumbled, frowning and trying to sit up from the low, scattered pile of cushions. Jeremiah gave him a gentle little shove and he tumbled back again, too inebriated to resist. "No...no don't d..do that," the dark har protested, but Jeremiah ignored him and began to nuzzle at his neck. "Awww...come on, don't be shy. You are far, far too pretty for that other har."
"Don't say I didn't warn you Jeremiah. I've had enough of this, I'm going out for a smoke." Dante glared and sent a warning to Cobweb, trusting that the har would have enough skill to read his mind speech. "Don't let him do anything you don't want. And don't let him make you think you want it either." With those parting sentiments, Dante left.
He turned right when he left the old school, heading for what had become in the past few years an area full of bars and cafes. He nodded to several har that knew him, slipped in through the door of a particularly sleazy looking joint and pushed through the crowd to take a seat on one of the stools by the counter.
"What can I get you, Dante? I've got a bottle of old, single malt whiskey under the counter...wanna try it? Been saving it for somehar who would appreciate it," said the barkeeper, a lazy, blonde har by the name of Nightingale.
Dante nodded, grinning and offered his pack of cigarettes to Nightingale. "Thanks, don't mind if I do," the fair har said and took a couple, lighting one and tucking the other behind his ear for later.
"So...any gossip?"
Dante rolled his eyes and sighed theatrically. It was frustrating if hara hadn't got 'the gift'. Communication was slow and he sometimes felt like some sort of clown, gesticulating and making faces. Nightingale could pick up on the slightest nuance however, and was easy to 'talk' to.
"Riiight. Don't tell me...Jeremiah has got in too deep again?"
Dante nodded and frowned, expressing his concern.
Nightingale smiled sympathetically and patted Dante on the shoulder, leaving him briefly to serve another customer. When he returned he poured Dante another shot of whiskey, nodded towards a small booth in the corner of the bar and led his friend there.
Nightingale had watched Jeremiah and Dante through the years and had let Dante cry on his shoulder on more than one occasion. Jeremiah was very free with his affections and Dante...? Dante was loyal and monogamous to a fault and frequently hurt.
“So...who is it this time?”
Dante pointed to his hair and waved his hand in front of his face and fluttered his eyelashes, his way of suggesting a beautiful, dark har.
“Dark and pretty then. Old? Young?”
Dante pinched his fingers to show a little space.
“Young, OK...last question...been around a bit or a newcomer?” asked Nightingale, already fearing the answer.
Dante sighed then shook his head and shrugged.
“Ah. New then...damn. Not that one with the Varr?”
Dante pointed at a cobweb that clung to the corner of the booth and nodded slowly.
“Shit. That one is trouble...not the pretty, dark har, but his chesnari, Terzian. What the fuck is Jeremiah thinking of?” growled Nightingale.
Dante shook his head and waved his hands wildly, his face a picture of misery that it took no skill at all to read. Nightingale reached across the grubby table and hugged his friend. “I know, he isn’t thinking is he? Or at least, not with his brain, more like his ouana-lim. I’m sorry Dante...he’s always been the same, ever since I’ve known him...even when he told your friend...what was his name...? Cai? When he told him to go away and leave you...” Nightingale sighed, unaware of Dante freezing at the mention of Cai’s name. He continued, blindly ignorant of Dante’s thunderous expression. “...I told him he was behaving badly, but he said you didn’t mind and I guess he was right...you and he have been like that...” he clasped his fingers together, “...ever since. I must admit, I never thought it would last, but yours is one of the few relationships...heh, if not the only relationship that he has ever kept going...Hey! What‘s the matter?!”
Dante had stood, grabbing Nightingale by the collar with both hands and pulling the shocked har to his feet with him. Fuck this bloody mindspeak! Dante growled fiercely, angry hurt tears spilling down his cheeks. “C...C...C...” he sobbed, “C...C...g...g...www....ww...?” He released Nightingale, clenching his fists and collapsed back onto the stool, burying his head in is arms.
Nightingale stared at Dante in horror, understanding slowly creeping into his mind. “Fuck! Dante, he told you Cai didn’t want you, didn’t he? The bastard! It’s just the sort of thing he would do too. Oh shit, I’m sorry...” he reached once again for his friend.
Dante raised his head and nodded miserably. He sighed and made his fingers walk across the table swiftly, shaking his head and waving at his hand frantically, then he pointed to his throat and screamed, silently.
“Bloody hell! You watched him walk away and couldn’t yell after him? Nightingale stood and banged the table. “That does it, that really is the last time I watch that fucking Jeremiah screw up somehar’s life. I’m only sorry I didn’t stop him earlier, for your sake Dante. Hey, Lennox, mind the bar I’m going out,” he yelled to one of the customers who nodded and slipped behind the counter, and Dante followed Nightingale, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
As they walked swiftly along the road, heading for the school, Nightingale explained to Dante how he had met the distraught Cai just after he had been incepted. Cai had said nothing about Dante, other than being obviously devastated that he had left his lover behind and after seeing Dante and Jeremiah together, Nightingale had assumed that this was because Dante had chosen to stay.
Dante shook his head vehemently and clutched at Nightingale’s sleeve. ‘NO, NO I didn’t want to! I screamed...aaaaaaaahhh!!!’
Nightingale flinched. “Fuck, I heard that Dante!”
Dante fell to his knees and cried. ‘Thank god! Night, Night, can you hear this?’
Nightingale nodded, his eyes wide with surprise.
Dante covered his face with his trembling hands, waves of relief and desperate need and locked away words flowing from him and physically shaking Nightingale.
‘I didn’t want to stay, I didn’t...but Jeremiah...he told me that when Cai had learned that I wasn’t...perfect, he wanted to go. I just wanted to speak with him...hah, well not ‘speak’, but at least see him one last time...I...I wanted to wish him w..well...oh god...Cai thought I didn’t love him? He thought I wanted to stay with Jeremiah?’ Dante got to his feet and clenched his fists. ‘I’ll kill him. I’ll kill the fucking bastard.’
Nightingale, pulled at Dante’s shoulder. “No, wait! Don’t go rushing in there waving knives or fists around. Before you know it, it’ll be you being hauled off and beaten to death somewhere for murdering a har. It’s rough justice here and a lot of har like Jeremiah, in spite of his ways. Let me go first...please...”
Dante shrugged him off and ran straight across the old playground heading for the school. “Wait, Dante! Shit!” yelled Nightingale, running after his friend, but as they reached the doors they were greeted by the proud, yellow haired Varr, Terzian, holding up his very drunk and weeping consort, Cobweb.
“If you are after that git who tried to commit pelki on my consort, then I’m afraid you are too late,” he said softly. He nodded briskly to one of the waiting har in his entourage who brought his horse to him, helping him manoeuvre Cobweb into the saddle, then Terzian leapt up behind his lover. “I hope he wasn’t important to either of you,” he said with a smile and then urged his horse forward swiftly, making Dante and Nightingale jump to one side.
The two har watched the company leave until the dust in the old playground settled, then both stared at each other and entered the dilapidated building. It already felt devoid of life and the air shimmered as if something violent had disturbed the atmosphere. Dante led Nightingale through the corridors until they reached the old school hall, the site of Dante’s and Cai’s inception all those years ago, and Jeremiah’s inner sanctum.
They found the har lying sprawled and glassy eyed across the nest of pillows, sticky with his own blood. Terzian had obviously decided the correct punishment for daring to touch his consort was to remove the offending part of Jeremiah’s anatomy, feed it to him and then cut his throat. Nightingale was sick in the corner of the hall while Dante stood and stared, trying to feel something for this har who he had played with, loved and fought for the whole of his harrish life, but he couldn’t.
‘Perhaps I will...given time. I’m sorry Jeremiah, but I did warn you,’ he thought, then turned on his heels, following the path Cai took so long ago and leaving the school and the town behind him.
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The mention of Cobweb and Terzian seems to have spawned a kaboodle of plot bunnies here. Like why did Cobweb go with Jeremiah in the first place..... *walks away, with a dazed expression on her face, muttering softly*
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Off you go then and write it *grins*