[Back-Dated, Open] Titus A-muddled, or Natural Brother

[77th_emo_earl]

He may have a natural brother...

For a long time, Titus often dreamed of having a brother, dreamed of having an older brother to bear the title and the crown and the inheritance, but not like this, not in this place, not in this place, where titles and bloodlines barely mean anything. In their world, if he had known this sooner, he would gave handed over his crown gladly. Now more than ever, the words that the Steerpike he had known had snarled with his last breath haunt Titus: "You were lucky..."

But now that his suspicions have been all but confirmed, he is not sure what to think nor what to feel, much less what to make of the situation, and these thoughts leave him restless on his bed. His discreet encounter with Robin kept his mind off these things -- it was easy to forget with Robin's mouth working it's magic on his inexperienced flesh -- but now that he is alone, his mind returns to the notions that left him troubled.

His worst enemy and he may share the same blood, the same father, though clearly not the same mother. If this was Gormenghast, his enemy might be the rightful heir, and he, Titus, might be the usurper.

These ideas crawl through his mind like creepers, pushing aside all other thoughts like the roots breaking apart the stones they climb upon. No longer able to sleep, he pushes back the covers, letting them slide to the floor, before rising and pulling on his trousers and a dressing gown, shoving his feet into his shoes. He heads down to the kitchen, in search of some warm milk and a biscuit -- a childish way to settle one's whirling thoughts, but it seems as good as any at this point. Though he might also be hiding from himself the fact that he's hoping to find someone to talk to and to help him make sense of everything that is whirling in his head right now.

Backdated to a day or two after he made some unsettling discoveries. Looking specifically for Helen (M2), but he's open to other people offering an open ear and a concerned heart.

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[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"Yes, that is his name," he says. "Do you know him?"

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

She nods. "We are...familiar, yes." Oh, this is awkward. Hm.

"In fact, I'd say we know each other fairly well."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"Ahh, I see." His instinct is to warn her off the young man, but he stops himself. He gave his word that he would not stand in his natural brother's way, and calumniating him for what he hasn't yet done would likely fall under that head, since it would make the other's way harder. "I hope I do not seem too short when I speak of him: when I knew him, we did not get along well, but I suppose one cannot get along with everyone."

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Why didn't you get along with him? I think he's fairly polite, at least."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"When I knew him," he says, carefully emphasizing these words, "He served as the Master of the Ritual, and I suppose that because I despised performing the Ritual that was the life of the castle, that likely colored my opinion of him."

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Maybe you should get to know him better, then! He might turn out to be a friend, perhaps."


Iphi clearly has a solution to every problem.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He only wishes it was that easy, but he's not about to let on in so many words. "I would hope this could be possible, but I doubt that it might come about," he says, wagging his head slightly. "I said some things to him, accused him of things he has not done, at least not here."

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry to hear that, then," she says sympathetically. "So, I'm guessing your meeting with him here didn't go so well?"

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"The first time that I met him, when I was looking over the listing for the university here, no, that did not go well. That was when I confronted him," he says. Then with a wry smile, he adds, "But this time, he returned the favor and confronted me, as it were."

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

"What did he confront you about?" she asks.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"My reading habits, and how they affected my flesh," he admits, blushing a bit.

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

She giggles a little, reaching for his hand. "He does like to tease, I'll admit."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He lets her take his hand, if only for the comfort of the touch of another human being. "I think that he was in earnest this time," he says.

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

She pales a little. "That's not very nice of him. Do you want me to tell him that?"

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He weighs this. "I appreciate your concern, but I think I would rather choose discretion and not confront him on it," he says.

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

She nods. "Then I won't talk to him about it. I promise."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

Relieved to hear this offer, he breathes easier. "Thank you, this means a good deal to me," he says. Then, somewhat eager to change the subject, he asks, "I hope nothing awakened you from your dreams?"

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

"...My dreams were what woke me, actually," she admits. "They were nightmares."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry to hear that," he says, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers. "If you want to talk about it, you've been kind to me in listening to me: I would be glad to return the favor."

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

She shivers a little at his touch, blushing.

"I have dreams about my...death. It's frightening, to have to relive it."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He covers her hand with his. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says. "So you came to this place through death's door? Perhaps you could speak to my sister Fuschia about this: she died in my world, though it seems she has found her paradise here, but she is in denial about it."

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I was a sacrifice, Titus," she explains, looking more than a tad melancholy.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He says nothing to this, but the look of horrified compassion on his face should speak volumes. "I shan't ask, unless you are at ease in telling it," he says, when he finally finds his voice. "I would not want to be the cause of more sorrow for you."

[ohmaiden.livejournal.com]

She nods. "It's all right. I'm here now, aren't I?" She attempts a smile. "And I've got good friends, like you. So I feel safe."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He smiles a little at this. "Yes, you could not find a safe nor a more pleasant place to live now," he says. "Aside from the strange things that happen from time to time. Were you out and about that strange night in the autumn, when the haunted carnival appeared and giant insects were running about?"