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nathanialroyaleTitle: Radiance of the Coming Dawn
Prompt: Back Story/Missing Scene
Rating: (Heavy PG-13)
Content Notes/Warnings: Nathanial’s meeting with his first companion and Guardian, the Half Angel Elhannen ap'Eibhlhin.
Warnings: Mentions of Past Child Abuse, Masochism.
Reinn Anon is the God of light and Angels, Nanqa is the God of Darkness and chaos.
Main Character/s: Nathanial Peter Quele Royale, Elhannen ap'Eibhlhin
Plot: Nathanial’s meeting with his first companion and Guardian, the Half Angel Elhannen ap'Eibhlhin.
Location: Vaen Thyl (Border Forest, Far south)
--
You woke to me. The attack had come deep within the night, when you thought yourself safe by the fire you had by your side. But it was that, that had attracted to them to you. It was your heritage, your aura of purity within a forest that was carved from hell. All I could do was watch as the Ancient vampire and his childer attacked you in the dead of night, watch as they tore you apart before my eyes. I am missing something vital, a part of me is gone and it’s been gone for so long now. But I could not leave you like that, no... If I did that I was not meant for this world, so I had stepped forward and used the powers that burned my skin that scarred my hands, and blinded me. Light. Even with all the taint eroding my mind, my heart and my soul, as it leeches the strength from my lungs I could still summon Reinn Anon’s light to me. I had pushed it out from me, a rolling fog taking the glade, a barrier erecting itself to safe guard you. The Vampires hissed and escaped, ran back into the darkness of the forest, where you did not belong.
I spent three days bringing you back from the brink. I had to remove your armor and most of your clothes, and I saw things not meant for my eyes. The hollows, dips and white line scars that you tried to hide, you are ashamed, you are vain. I did not know your name as I worked tirelessly over you, but I knew what you were. I ran fingers down the blood red feathers, feeling the fluff beneath my fingertips. Blood red, no particular deity had such color of wings for their angels. You were pure, you were light, but I could sense it in you, running through your veins, crawling under your skin. You had the taint to. It called to me, like a brother, and I knew you were ashamed, like me. We both were meant to be of light, but you fought harder than me, I could tell.
When you woke, I was singing, I sat cross legged before a tree; in my hands were a few picked berries, my food for the last days of work. You were so tall, and you were large, more muscle then I had ever seen before. I prayed you did not know when you woke that I had felt over your arms, your chest, I was curious...Nothing more. You were the first of your kind I had ever met.
You sat up slowly, an arm slung over a knee and looked around wildly a moment, catching sight of your gear neatly folded and put aside with your large sword which I dragged away enough to get some space to work. Then your eyes lay upon me, I would not dare look at you again though as you watched me. I did not know you, I was afraid.
“Who are you?” You unfurled to your feet, and I starred as you stretched your wings, their wingspan shocking me, and you had smiled and moved toward me. On one knee you had knelt before me, and I offered up the berries with fearful eyes.
You saw them, but you looked to my face, “You saved me,” and I nodded and whispered brokenly, “I co-could n-not leave y-you to die.”
A resolute nod, “Thank you. Keep those; you do not eat very often from the look of you.”
I put them inside a pocket to keep for later and tried to stand, but my hip, you furrowed your brow and your hand wrapped about my arm to help me up. You were strong! So strong!
“What is your name? I am Elhannen ap'Eibhlhin.”
“Na..Nathanial, Nathanial Peter Quele Royale.”
“Quele? I have heard that somewhere before, I know I have. But regardless, what can I do to thank you?”
“I a-ask for help, deep-deeper into this forest is a cabin. Once it was m-my home, there are th-things there I need.”
“Then I will take you.”
You noticed my hip wound and you picked me up, I screamed, I was afraid you see, but no, you put me up on your shoulders saying I would be safer there. And you went with me to the Cabin.
You knew something was wrong with the place as soon as we stepped into the lighted area. It looked to perfect. A disguise, a rouse of what was within, you had followed me, hands clenching, brows furrowing but you never said a word. Into the cabin which had once been my home, dust was becoming heavy in the place. No one had been back here in at least two years. I showed you the painting of my beloved to be and you had twitched but inclined your head, so silent. Then at last into the basement, my skin crawled from the darkness but I moved into Drefan’s room. You stayed at the door, I could see your mercury pink eyes flaring as you saw the altar to Nanqa and I picked up the black diamond that lay at its heart.
“A boy I-I loved, his so-soul is trapped within th-this diamond.”
Forcing yourself forward you peered at the white spark in the black and you nodded, your nose curled, the copper smell was heavy in this room. You starred at the altar and I did not know what you were thinking. This room was my hell, my heaven, and my demise. I had not wanted you to learn what I was, to see that side of me. But this room, it calls to me, the taint and the darkness within its walls and I am lost. With your back turned to me I could not...
Were these invisible chains my own concoctions? Was this all something to remind me of my past and bind me to this world? Did I want to remember so badly the pain and the fear? The agony of never knowing how much longer I would last...Would I see the sun in its rising? Was I to see another day through numbed to the world except for when he made me feel....It was never for the pleasure...it was for the feeling. Better to run my fingers down these knives, the slicing and parting of my skin, blood dripping down to hit my feet. Starring in a haze at the blades upon that wall, that black wall of memories. Black and red, black for its eternity and blood red for the feelings. How after so long I needed the chance to feel again, that hopeless chance to have something back within the crevice that is my heart.
You grabbed me hard, pulling me away from the blades upon that black wall, you starred at my fingers as they bubbled and frothed with blood that slid onto the floor. You ripped the sleeve of your shirt off and wrapped my hands in the fabric and you pulled me to you, crushing me against your abdomen. I was shaking, I had not realized it then but I was having body spasms. You gripped my hands to put pressure on the wounds and light filtered out over the white fabric to coat my hands. I felt the pain disappear, the relief I had been craving denied me, but I could not hurt you. I could never hurt anyone, anyone but myself.
Clutching me to you, you realized what you had missed, “Your the Prince,” and I nodded against your chest though I pulled back needing to breathe, unable to get air in my lungs. You let me jerk away but grabbed me again as I fall, and you shake your head.
“You’re a mess.”
My eyes had been wet with unshed tears and the smile was small, it was private, and it was bitter, “I al-always have been.”
You become serious again and help me hold myself up, “Is that all you wanted from here?”
I nod and you pull the cloth away from my hands now healed and throw it on the maroon covered bed.
“Then we should leave Nathanial.”
You lead me upstairs and out of that place, you were my walking beacon, my hope.
I had no known what it meant then, your name...
God’s Mercy, Bringer of Light.
Radiance of the coming Dawn.
I wanted more than anything, for you to love me.
Prompt: Back Story/Missing Scene
Rating: (Heavy PG-13)
Content Notes/Warnings: Nathanial’s meeting with his first companion and Guardian, the Half Angel Elhannen ap'Eibhlhin.
Warnings: Mentions of Past Child Abuse, Masochism.
Reinn Anon is the God of light and Angels, Nanqa is the God of Darkness and chaos.
Main Character/s: Nathanial Peter Quele Royale, Elhannen ap'Eibhlhin
Plot: Nathanial’s meeting with his first companion and Guardian, the Half Angel Elhannen ap'Eibhlhin.
Location: Vaen Thyl (Border Forest, Far south)
--
You woke to me. The attack had come deep within the night, when you thought yourself safe by the fire you had by your side. But it was that, that had attracted to them to you. It was your heritage, your aura of purity within a forest that was carved from hell. All I could do was watch as the Ancient vampire and his childer attacked you in the dead of night, watch as they tore you apart before my eyes. I am missing something vital, a part of me is gone and it’s been gone for so long now. But I could not leave you like that, no... If I did that I was not meant for this world, so I had stepped forward and used the powers that burned my skin that scarred my hands, and blinded me. Light. Even with all the taint eroding my mind, my heart and my soul, as it leeches the strength from my lungs I could still summon Reinn Anon’s light to me. I had pushed it out from me, a rolling fog taking the glade, a barrier erecting itself to safe guard you. The Vampires hissed and escaped, ran back into the darkness of the forest, where you did not belong.
I spent three days bringing you back from the brink. I had to remove your armor and most of your clothes, and I saw things not meant for my eyes. The hollows, dips and white line scars that you tried to hide, you are ashamed, you are vain. I did not know your name as I worked tirelessly over you, but I knew what you were. I ran fingers down the blood red feathers, feeling the fluff beneath my fingertips. Blood red, no particular deity had such color of wings for their angels. You were pure, you were light, but I could sense it in you, running through your veins, crawling under your skin. You had the taint to. It called to me, like a brother, and I knew you were ashamed, like me. We both were meant to be of light, but you fought harder than me, I could tell.
You sat up slowly, an arm slung over a knee and looked around wildly a moment, catching sight of your gear neatly folded and put aside with your large sword which I dragged away enough to get some space to work. Then your eyes lay upon me, I would not dare look at you again though as you watched me. I did not know you, I was afraid.
“Who are you?” You unfurled to your feet, and I starred as you stretched your wings, their wingspan shocking me, and you had smiled and moved toward me. On one knee you had knelt before me, and I offered up the berries with fearful eyes.
You saw them, but you looked to my face, “You saved me,” and I nodded and whispered brokenly, “I co-could n-not leave y-you to die.”
A resolute nod, “Thank you. Keep those; you do not eat very often from the look of you.”
I put them inside a pocket to keep for later and tried to stand, but my hip, you furrowed your brow and your hand wrapped about my arm to help me up. You were strong! So strong!
“What is your name? I am Elhannen ap'Eibhlhin.”
“Na..Nathanial, Nathanial Peter Quele Royale.”
“Quele? I have heard that somewhere before, I know I have. But regardless, what can I do to thank you?”
“I a-ask for help, deep-deeper into this forest is a cabin. Once it was m-my home, there are th-things there I need.”
“Then I will take you.”
You noticed my hip wound and you picked me up, I screamed, I was afraid you see, but no, you put me up on your shoulders saying I would be safer there. And you went with me to the Cabin.
You knew something was wrong with the place as soon as we stepped into the lighted area. It looked to perfect. A disguise, a rouse of what was within, you had followed me, hands clenching, brows furrowing but you never said a word. Into the cabin which had once been my home, dust was becoming heavy in the place. No one had been back here in at least two years. I showed you the painting of my beloved to be and you had twitched but inclined your head, so silent. Then at last into the basement, my skin crawled from the darkness but I moved into Drefan’s room. You stayed at the door, I could see your mercury pink eyes flaring as you saw the altar to Nanqa and I picked up the black diamond that lay at its heart.
“A boy I-I loved, his so-soul is trapped within th-this diamond.”
Forcing yourself forward you peered at the white spark in the black and you nodded, your nose curled, the copper smell was heavy in this room. You starred at the altar and I did not know what you were thinking. This room was my hell, my heaven, and my demise. I had not wanted you to learn what I was, to see that side of me. But this room, it calls to me, the taint and the darkness within its walls and I am lost. With your back turned to me I could not...
Were these invisible chains my own concoctions? Was this all something to remind me of my past and bind me to this world? Did I want to remember so badly the pain and the fear? The agony of never knowing how much longer I would last...Would I see the sun in its rising? Was I to see another day through numbed to the world except for when he made me feel....It was never for the pleasure...it was for the feeling. Better to run my fingers down these knives, the slicing and parting of my skin, blood dripping down to hit my feet. Starring in a haze at the blades upon that wall, that black wall of memories. Black and red, black for its eternity and blood red for the feelings. How after so long I needed the chance to feel again, that hopeless chance to have something back within the crevice that is my heart.
You grabbed me hard, pulling me away from the blades upon that black wall, you starred at my fingers as they bubbled and frothed with blood that slid onto the floor. You ripped the sleeve of your shirt off and wrapped my hands in the fabric and you pulled me to you, crushing me against your abdomen. I was shaking, I had not realized it then but I was having body spasms. You gripped my hands to put pressure on the wounds and light filtered out over the white fabric to coat my hands. I felt the pain disappear, the relief I had been craving denied me, but I could not hurt you. I could never hurt anyone, anyone but myself.
Clutching me to you, you realized what you had missed, “Your the Prince,” and I nodded against your chest though I pulled back needing to breathe, unable to get air in my lungs. You let me jerk away but grabbed me again as I fall, and you shake your head.
“You’re a mess.”
My eyes had been wet with unshed tears and the smile was small, it was private, and it was bitter, “I al-always have been.”
You become serious again and help me hold myself up, “Is that all you wanted from here?”
I nod and you pull the cloth away from my hands now healed and throw it on the maroon covered bed.
“Then we should leave Nathanial.”
You lead me upstairs and out of that place, you were my walking beacon, my hope.
I had no known what it meant then, your name...
God’s Mercy, Bringer of Light.
Radiance of the coming Dawn.
I wanted more than anything, for you to love me.
