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Started by Kaspian Sorrenson, Jul 17, 2018, 05:15 AM



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Kaspian Sorrenson

Ice Prince
Age
28
Gender
Male
Race
Daeva
Ethnicity
Swedish
Play By
Jacey Elthalion
Victorious warriors win first and then go to war.
Jul 17, 2018, 05:15 AM Last Edit: Sep 09, 2018, 06:47 PM by giratina
Aerodynamics operated much, much differently when one had wings, apparently. Being honest about it, Kaspian shouldn't be terribly surprised. He was, at least, annoyed, that was a word. If he hit the ice one more time, he was going to freaking implode the entire rink. ( Maybe that was a bit much... ) Kaspian had been skating for most of his life, it was just vexing that suddenly, he couldn't seem to do it. He'd fallen on a jump a few days ago! It was just a double toe loop!

Most likely, this was as simple as just getting the new aerodynamics down, figuring out how to pull his wings close enough to his body that he wouldn't bust his ass. That was, at the moment, easier said than done. He hadn't even actually gotten accustomed to the weight of his wings, either. He could fly, at least, he supposed that was a bright side ( were airplanes a concern for daevas? Probably ). Losing control of his spins repeatedly did have a neat side-effect of reminding him of where he'd started. Kaspian had really just been a terribly stubborn little kid, and no matter how many times he hit the ice, he always got back up. Before he'd died, that was starting to get more painful. How did younger-him manage to tolerate falling so often, anyway?

It hurt, and didn't, now. His joints did kind of squeak a little, but, only a little.

And this guy, over here, was being absolutely no help. "You know," he started, skating over to the boards, "you could use to be less serious. It's like you're constantly glaring. And I know you know how to work around this, so a little help would be appreciated, too." Just so Kassander knew what he thought. Mind, Kaspian was starting to get the impression Kassander didn't terribly care what he thought about this, given they'd been going in circles for weeks about him going back to skating. Kassander thought he should retire. Kaspian, of course...

Well, he'd thought about it. It seemed like he hadn't, but he had, still was. The problem was, Kaspian didn't know what else to do, if he wasn't skating. He'd been at it for years, now, long enough he'd never really done much else outside that. A bit of publicity, few commercials, some modeling and product endorsement. Perhaps he could follow those lines, but, if he was being honest with himself, he was tired of being in the lime-light. It was a sad thing to realize, wasn't it? He was tired of being in the lime-light, but he didn't know what else to do with himself, either.

Kassander Essair

light from the shadows
Age
2,109
Gender
Nonbinary
Race
Vampire
Ethnicity
Roman
Play By
Lucky Blue Smith
Never back down, you could never wear my crown, cause it weighs too much and I crush every mother fuckin' thing I touch.
He was an idiot.

He was a fucking idiot.

It wasn't like Kassander was terribly good at articulating such things. Most of the time, he just stared, and waited until the other party got the point. By now, he'd most likely gotten a bit too comfortable with the Drago, because essentially every single one he had occasion to stare at eventually figured it out. Kassander watched the dumb-ass Swede trying to get the hang of his altered aerodynamics from the boards, arms rested on the edge. Occasionally, his gaze would flick to Alexei, over there, on the other side of the rink. He'd arranged for Kaspian's practice sessions to be reserved only for him, unless a certain Russian was interested in the same time-slot. Kassander was still hoping, eventually, Kaspian would get more interested in the Russian than figuring out how to skate with his wings.

So far, no luck. He kept fucking up his spins, and aside from the fact this was the stupidest idea of his life (not-life?), his wings were doing him absolutely no favours. Kaspian needed to retire, but the fucking ice princess wouldn't accept it. Yes, Kassander got it, he didn't know what else to do, if he wasn't skating, but that was the goddamned point.

"Unfortunately for you," Kassander replied, arching an eyebrow, "helping you be a dumb-ass is not in my contract." No, it wasn't. He was actually supposed to help him do what was best for him, and, well, he'd long established he thought that the best thing for Kaspian would be retiring. Because he had a family that loved him, and yet in the same breath, hardly knew him, and frankly, Kaspian didn't really know them either. Not everyone was blessed with family members that actually loved them.

Kassander would know.

Kaspian Sorrenson

Ice Prince
Age
28
Gender
Male
Race
Daeva
Ethnicity
Swedish
Play By
Jacey Elthalion
Victorious warriors win first and then go to war.
Kaspian rolled his eyes. "I'm not being a dumb-ass," he mumbled, really more to himself, than anything, but, Kassander was a vampire, and had stunningly good hearing. Was he? Was this really so stupid as Kassander kept making it out to be? It wasn't like he'd learned how to do anything else. Kaspian had, at least, graduated from high school, but all he knew how to do was skate. That was all he was good at. So what the fuck else was he supposed to do? Yeah, he was kind of rich now, maybe he could get away with sitting around on his butt until he figured it out, but since when had Kaspian ever sat around on his butt?

He supposed, he had enough money to. It wasn't like he was broke, or, actually anywhere near it. If he sold his estate in Sweden, even, he'd have wads of money. Ugh, that wasn't the point. Kaspian wasn't the sort to be able to sit around and do nothing, anyway, and Kassander should fuck all well know that.

... yes, at this point, Kaspian was just being stubborn, sheerly for the sake of being stubborn.

He also knew, that was pretty dumb. Kaspian still didn't know what else to do. If he wasn't on the ice, then what? Exactly, and he was afraid of what the answer would be, so he didn't bother thinking past that. "You seem a little annoyed today," Kaspian started, crossing his arms. "Not that you're really the sharing type, but, feel like sharing?" Sometimes, Kassander would talk about it. Other times, he'd just glare, shrug, and maybe stalk off somewhere. It was worth a try, or at least, Kaspian thought so.

Besides, this consistent glaring at him was starting to grate his nerves.

Kassander Essair

light from the shadows
Age
2,109
Gender
Nonbinary
Race
Vampire
Ethnicity
Roman
Play By
Lucky Blue Smith
Never back down, you could never wear my crown, cause it weighs too much and I crush every mother fuckin' thing I touch.
Sure he wasn't. And Kassander was a goat.

As always, his expression remained flat, and he said nothing along the lines he was thinking down. Kassander had said what he had to say on the subject, and if Kaspian was going to ignore it and pretend he hadn't said anything at all, there was no sense in reiterating. It'd just go unheard, yet again, and quite frankly, Kassander hated talking when there was nothing to be gained from doing so.

Was he really asking that, like he didn't already know? Somehow, that managed to annoy him even more than he already was annoyed. His nostrils might've flared for a second, but, after a moment, the annoyance went away, again. There was no point in getting pissed off at him, either. Kaspian was just doing what he thought was right, and it wasn't to say Kassander didn't understand. All his life, he'd done what he'd done, made the choices he had, lived his life, for his family. But it was far beyond the point where they needed him to, and still, he didn't know what else to do. Still, he didn't know what he wanted. He'd fucking died and come back, and he didn't know what he wanted.

But there were things he needed to learn, that he wouldn't have been able to learn, if he hadn't ascended. Kassander knew that. That was why he'd ascended now, and not in the next incarnation. Was it really fair, if Kassander was the one shoving him down the right path? Really, it should be Alison and Skylar doing it, but Kassander was a very influential person in his life, and thus far, the twit hadn't figured out he was the Light. Good, honestly, that'd just... complicate things.

"Of course I'm annoyed," he said, his tone perhaps a bit sharper than he intended. "You're doing exactly what I said not to. But you're like that. You do what you think is right. Part of why I like you. Also several parts of why I get so pissed at you." Go figure that.

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