another lil rp
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Thread Topic: another lil rp
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“What, you think I cannot handle myself and can get you out of this situation?” Briar asked, a defiant look on his face as he crossed his arms. “I can very well tale care of myself, and I will get you out of here. I do not care about- about what my father may think, or how- how he might react to my “act of treason”, because I- I feel bad. As if it’s my own fault you’re trapped here.” The ravenette sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Sorry, I uhm- I just, want to help.”
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‘No, but I think that if two soldiers were able to overpower me, they’ll be able to overpower you, and you’ll be put in here too,’ Lawrence said, with a sharper edge to his voice. ‘I’ve let so many men die in the past month, I’m not letting you die too. You’ve helped enough by giving me food and water, but please, this is a mess you don’t belong in. Trust me when I say you don’t want to get on the wrong side of your father.’
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“Oh, I know, I have to live with the a--hole,” Briar muttered, rolling his eyes. “Which is exactly why I want to help. And- And whoever said I couldn’t defend myself in a fight? I may look wimpy, but I assure you, I can fight off anyone, probably as well as you can-“ He huffed, glaring at Lawrence for a moment with a small smirk on his face. “Anyone ever tell you not to judge a book my its cover?”
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‘I don’t care whether you can fight or not!’ Lawrence snapped. He realised his outburst and rubbed his face with his hands. ‘Listen, Prince, if you want to keep your life you’ll get out of this cell right now and never lay eyes on me again. Or you can go ahead and attempt to beat up an axe and multiple guards on execution day. It doesn’t matter to me.’ It did matter to him. He wasn’t about to let another innocent soul die. He’d seen bloodshed and murder, a majority caused by him and his unwillingness to surrender.
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Briar flinched at the outburst and backed up a little, exhaling. He frowned for a moment, watching Lawrence. “Fine. Have it your way, then,” he spoke, turning and walking out of the cell. He shut the door and locked it, tucking away the key. “I’m not just going to let you let yourself die, though. I’ll- I’ll try and talk to my father about this, see what I can find out- I will get you out of here, safe.” They glanced back at the cell, exhaling. “I’m sorry about him, my father. I’ll- I’ll solve this, okay? And- and don’t worry about me, I’ve been through worse~” He smiled at the man before turning, walking off with determination. Time to have a chat with Father,
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Lawrence watched him with skepticism. He said nothing as he watched the other man walk away, sighing quietly. He buried his face in his hands, rubbing it, then removing his hands to finish off his meal. He finished his food before finishing the water, then finished bandaging his wounds, trying to hide them under his clothes to avoid suspicion. He put the remaining roll of bandages in his coat pocket and leaned the back of his head against the wall, figuring he’d may as well get the sleep he’d been avoiding for days.
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Briar soon found himself outside of his father’s study, the nervousness beginning to take over. He exhaled shakily as he quickly knocked on the door, stepping back a little as he waited and beginning to pace. s---, what- what if this is a terrible idea? Maybe I should’ve just tried to bust him out, or- or just left him? He quickly shook his head, stopping for a moment. No! I- I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I just left him there! I have to do something! He froze when the doors opened, guards standing at attention. He walked in and looked over, seeing his father sat at his desk. “Hello, Father,” Briar said, bowing a little before straightening himself. “I wish to ask you about something.”
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Alador didn’t look over at his son. He kept his back to the prince, continuing to work on whatever he was working on. ‘What is it, son? I’m busy right now,’ he said, sounding like something as simple as his son’s existence was deeply irritating him.
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Briar exhaled shakily and folded his hands together, scratching at his knuckles and the back of his hand. It was a nervous tic, and quite a destructive one to his skin. “I uhm, I heard about the King of Equimor, and- And his soon-to-be demise,” he spoke quickly, forcing himself to pull his hands apart. “But, is- do we really think it’s, I don’t know, entirely necessary to- well, execute him, Father? Just because he lost the war??”
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The King of Atlea froze. He slowly turned his head, looking at his son with narrowed eyes. ‘How did you find out about that?’ he snapped, standing up and facing him. ‘Who told you?!’
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“Just- uh, heard one of the guards mention it! Yeah, that’s- that’s all-“ Briar spoke quickly, the nervousness slipping into his voice. “I- I know I was never apart of the war, and don’t know much about that happened, but- Why are you executing him, Father?”
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Alador scowled, turning away. He stared out the window for a moment before responding. 'That is none of your concern,' he said sternly, sitting back down at his desk and continuing his work. 'Don't go near him. He's a dangerous man. Now leave me alone, I have work to do.'
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“But, Father, it seems rather unfair to execute someone just because they lost,” Briar urged, pushing back his anxieties. “And whatever he may have done, I’m sure, doesn’t justify being murdered-“
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‘Briar, this man has killed many men in his time. It’s for the best he dies, even if you do not understand why. Get out of my sight,’ Alador snapped.
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Briar flinched, glaring at his father for a moment before slowly nodding. “Yes, Father,” he mumbled, turning and walking off. The guards opened the doors for him and he walked out, sighing. “Well then, if he won’t let him free- I’m saving his ass, no matter what he or my father thinks,” he murmured with defiance, crossing his arms. He headed back to the dungeon and soon found himself in front of Lawrence’s cell, with plenty of questions he had to ask. “Lawrence.”
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