The Best Part is Falling

Misha stayed on the couch but looked over as Wrinkle activated the portal, tears still in her eyes. They wouldn’t stop…she knew the tears would keep coming until D’artagnan was back home and with her. She would have been terrified to have to go to a place that seemed to be so scary and dangerous…but Khalid? He looked like he was just going for a walk down the street to get ice cream. He shrugged when Wrinkle said he was going to stay “Try and keep her calm. Knock her out if you want too. I think anyone would understand that” He teased and looked to Misha as he said it, trying to lighten the mood…but no such look, she just kept looking at him like a lost dog. Oh boy, he really hoped he could keep his promise to get D’artagnan back or he’d have to buy Misha like, a castle to make up for it.

He then laughed “I’ll be fine. I’ve gone over plenty of times. I’m not worried” He wasn’t worried about his safety…just D’artagnan and his condition. He knew the Elders were brutal and nasty and since one was his father? He was sure daddy would overly enjoy torturing his son. He looked into the mirror then down to Wrinkle and kneeled down to him better “If…I come back…and I don’t have him…” He whispered knowingly to him, knowing D’artagnan could be dead by now. Who knew. “Just, try and have something ready to sedate her” He then straightened and turned back to the mirror and stepped through it. Ready or not, he now had to face those pompous assholes.

Khalid walked through and appeared on the other side before the castle. He sighed, looking up at it then around at the wild forests surrounding before he looked back to the castle he was already well acquainted with. Oh how lovely…still looked creepy and old like always. Charming. He walked inside and started to walk towards the throne room. If he knew the Elders, they loved a dramatic scene, who needed a dungeon when you could sit like some high horse on your throne and watch your victims suffer? He heard the scream and grimaced, knowing exactly who that was…and they were not having a good time, but at least he was alive. Dead he couldn’t work with, but tortured and suffering? He could definitely try to pulls strings with that. He walked up to the throne room and stopped at the entrance as he watched D’artagnan’s father lash at out him.

He slipped his hands in his pockets and walked into the room “Now that is what I call fatherly love” He mentioned with a bitter smirk as he walked over to them. He glanced at D’artagnan and frowned for a brief moment before back to his father “Hello, Godric. Long time no see. Didn’t mean to interrupt father-son bonding time”

He came to stand next to D’artagnan when his father backed off, looking down at him and frowned again, shaking his head to see the shape he was in in such little time. He glanced to the torturer and glared “Use that again on him, and I’ll shove it up your ass so far up it’ll come out from your eye” He growled threateningly at him before his angry gaze flicked to Godric but turned back to a sarcastic happiness to see him. In reality look at Godric or any Elder made him feel so sick he wanted to make himself blind but he dealt with the agony. He simply smiled and nodded “Actually, she is” He said without a drop of shame, and looked quite proud when he spoke “Controls me far, far better than you and the other Elders ever have”

He crossed his arms and his expression dropped to something far more serious “If I recall Godric, I was the one that had to deal with Amon myself. When he was killing innocents and taking power away from Fae, I don’t remember the Elders doing much about it. I had too. So don’t speak so highly of that event like you really did anything about it. You didn’t do very much at all” He snapped, his gaze staying hard “I’m here on behalf of Michelle. She wants D’artagnan returned to her immediately and I am here to make sure her wishes are upheld since the Elders have no interest in listening to her” He laughed mockingly “Funny, a creature so praised among our people and yet her voice is silenced so easily.”

He smirked and laughed a little in amusement “Not as quickly as you’d like to believe, Godric” He shook his head as if he was conversing with a silly boy. He sucked in a breath and let it out as if he was thinking “I’ve been living without being bound to the Elders since…oohhhh…my entire existence?” He dragged out the words as if he couldn’t remember the exact date then smirked again “Nothing you could do would make me listen to you, at least nothing that wouldn’t make me want to seek revenge and kill you afterwards, of course. Tristian looks better in a skirt then you would. So she’s very easy to abide” He shrugged. He always loved playing these games with the Elders, but he did come here for more important things.

His eyes narrowed “Tatia was never mine. Dead or not dead I wouldn’t have cared. She was Amon’s. She knew what she was doing when she agreed to help me, any consequence would have been hers alone to deal with” No, that had been a time when he didn’t care about anyone at any time for any reason. He had flirted with Tatia, tried to get under her dress, but he had tried to do that with every pretty woman back then regardless of who they were. Khalid stiffened and did everything in his power to restrain himself when Godric threw the glass. He quickly stepped infront of D’artagnan protectively before he laughed “Oh, Godric…very amusing, how you think I was asking”

He rolled his eyes “Let’s not talk about unforgiveable, shall we? For if punishment is meant to be given for mistakes and unforgiveable acts, you should already be dead, shouldn’t you? Or-“ He lifted a hand “Shall I show you what I mean if you’ve forgotten? I know how much you enjoy my illusions” He threatened with a snake like smile “Virgin or not, Michelle is still a Unicorn and the last of her kind and now, with unlimited abilities. She is still royalty and still to be respected. If she wishes D’artagnan back it would not be wise to reject her.” He took a few steps closer to Godric “I think you have let this become to personal, Godric. Far too personal. Must be awful to see your son be loved by such a pure woman, who adores him even with all his flaws and would do anything for him…while you…” He made a face and glanced around before looking back at him with amusement “Live in a dark, cold, ugly castle with a bunch of other men that also have no lives other than to meddle in others business”

He grinned “Funny, you speak the words yet…you still listen to my threat” Oh, he was smug. He liked that the Elders always took a step back and respected him when it was always others that did the respecting to them. He was old and he had a power no one else has ever had, so he knew why the Elders treaded carefully with him. He had shown them long ago not to piss him off or he’d turn his power against them and make them suffer. Now, yes, he liked to act like royalty himself. He knew he wasn’t untouchable, Godric could very well kill him and before he would have pushed the limits all the way to the edge…but not anymore. Not with Tristian back in his apartment waiting for him. His risk taking was far less than usual.

He looked back as the chains undid from D’artagnan’s rest and he kneeled down to help him slowly sit up “You owe me big time…” He muttered to him, looking over the wounds he winced. He gave him a curious look when he mentioned Amon but wasn’t in the mood to pursue it, he needed to get D’artangnan back to Misha before the girl had a heart attack or Godric a change of heart. “Doubt that. For even if I am gone, Michelle will be alive. She won’t ever let you touch him again” No, because she would learn how to use her magic immediately and stop being a useless lump. D’artagnan was his best friend, but he would not risk another little rescue mission like this. Pushing Godric’s buttons would only work for so long. Next time, she had to handle this and he was sure there would be a next time like he had warned her about. He carefully began to help D’artagnan stand so they could get the hell out od dodge.