[Open Post] When the Wolves Come Out of the Walls...

[77th_emo_earl]

For the first time since his abortive attempt at escaping back in November, Titus no longer feels so much at home in this place. Something nasty has come out of the woodwork, and he's wondering now if trying to escape was the better course of action. He cannot be alone, not after nearly harming himself, and so he's headed for the kitchen, hoping to find *someone* who hasn't been affected by this madness...

Backdated to the night Morgoth tried to break his mind

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[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"Of course you are," Steerpike replies lightly. "Have you started shaving yet?"

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"I do every few days," Titus replies, wincing at the impertinence of this question and at falling into answering it. "But is that of any importance?"

At least it's getting his mind off his bout of terror and wibbling...

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"I hope your scissors are very small, if you're cutting a few hairs off every few days," Steerpike replies, teasing.

But look, look, they're not at each other's throats!

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He starts to open his mouth to voice a retort, then stops himself. That's what got them at each other's throats the last time, and if anything, it's what he wants to avoid.

"At least the Mansion was kind enough to supply a small pair of scissors," he says.

Then after a moment, he replies, tenuously, "But I am afraid I was not so kind to you, the last time that we spoke."

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"How euphemistic of you. You think?" Steerpike asks mildly.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He sighs soundlessly and patiently. "I will admit it: the things that I said to you were cruel and I should not have spoken them," he says. "My history is not yours and I should not have hurled it at you as I did."

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike stares at Titus a moment, in utter disbelief.

"Certainly you jest, Your Grace."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"Please, do not call me that: If it is true that we are of the same blood, it is not a title that I rightly deserve," he replies, not quite pleading, but close. "But I speak from my mind and heart. I have treated you wrongly, Master Steerpike, when there was no need for it. I would ask for your forgiveness, if you would grant it."

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike stares, for a moment.

"... you must be mad," he says, but then, there is uncertainty in his composure galore.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"I was, perhaps, mad when I spoke to you so offensively," he replies, dryly, but still in earnest. "But if you do not wish to accept my apology, I will understand: after the way that I treated you, you would have every right not to accept it, nor to have any further contact or conversation with me."

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike blinks, and sees an opportunity in the situation. "Mayhap," he says slowly, "I would consider it if I did not see this as a prank, my lord."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head. "I assure you, there is no prank intended," he replies, and his tone couldn't be more serious. "For what it is worth, you have my word that I speak the truth.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"And what is that worth, exactly?" Steerpike still looks doubtful.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"It probably is not worth much to you, after the way that I have treated you," he admits. "I would make amends, however I can: I do not expect us to be friends, but I would have us part amicably, if nothing else."

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"In other words," Steerpike says slowly, "you are afraid of me, still."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't call it fear, I think it is a matter of not wanting to offend you further. Slips of the tongue are always a possible hazard and I would avoid making the same mistake twice," he replies. "It is myself whom I distrust more."

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"Surely, you must be jesting," Steerpike says again.

He just can't believe what he's hearing.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"I assure you, I could not be any more serious," he replies, patiently, wondering if he's being strung along or tested, but reminding himself that this should be expected, after how he's treated the other young man.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"Prove it," Steerpike says finally, after some debate with himself.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

He blinks, a bit at a loss. "How would you have me to do that? It seems nothing I can say can convince you otherwise, and I hardly expect that from the start, since we got off on the wrong foot."

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea, but it's not my problem, is it?"

Now Steerpike's just being difficult.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

Titus sighs, haggardly. "I am merely trying to make peace between us: I'm not asking you to be my brother. I simply want to end this and move on." Inwardly he's at the point of wanting to simply end this, amicably or not, just to be done with this.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike shrugs, makes a liberal gesture. "Move on, then, since it never was."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"I suppose that is the best way in which to handle this predicament," he replies, resignedly. "And let the past remain in the past."

He makes a move as if he would offer his hand in an amicable handshake, but in the distance, a blood-curdling scream arises, crescendos to a full-throated wail, then is cut off. Titus jumps, looking at the ceiling.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike startles as well, then looks up. "-- Blasted wolves," he growls.