Mistakes were made

[p. Skoll]

POSTED: Sat Jan 05, 2019 3:43 pm

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skoll you better stop him before he passes out lmao

How everything had gone downhill so fast, Cidro wasn’t sure, all he knew was the urge to bash his head into a wall was stronger than ever. One moment, he was lighter than air, pressed tight into Cedric’s warm hold as they floated across the dance floor. The next, he found him and Tessa tucked away together, whispering heated words, her dainty, feminine figure probably hanging all over him. It was wrong for him to be so angry. He didn’t own Cedric, he was free to flirt as he pleased. Hell, the chance that he was into guys was slim to none to begin with, but after all they’d been through…

No. He should’ve seen this coming all along. Cedric was his friend, his straight friend, and it was stupid to think they could’ve been anything more. It was probably for the best. Cidro was a distraction to Cedric’s studies, and he was sure his father wouldn’t be pleased to hear that he’d been wasting time with a maricón in the Court instead of his pack mates. Inter-pack relationships never worked out, anyways. Kira was from Casa, and him and Abigail weren’t able to get married until one of them left their home for good. Cedric had his world, and Cidro had his. Of course they never could’ve worked out. Of course he’d end up with a pretty girl. After all, at least Tessa was playing her role. Even if Cedric liked men, why would he want one who acted like a woman? If he wanted someone feminine, he’d much sooner have the real thing.

After that, everything was a blur. He was pretty sure he’d drank a number of questionable substances, but everything was too fuzzy to think straight. Cidro had never drank before. Ever since he saw its effect in brothels, he’d swore he never would. He felt like shit for doing it anyways, but tonight was stupid and everything was stupid. He could at least have this. He stumbled about blearily, his cane lost somewhere in the room, and his carefully styled hair looking considerably disheveled. He suddenly remembered the glass in his hand, and he quickly choked down what was in it, cringing at the way it burned his throat. He frowned once it was empty, stumbling back toward the booze and flailing to fill it back up. He missed his mark, dropping his glass to the ground with a loud shatter. He shrugged, gripping the large bottle instead and beginning to lift it to his lips.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 09, 2019 2:36 pm

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This night was not going how Skoll had planned.

It had begun cheerfully enough, with announcements and mingling and gossip, but before he could get more than a couple dances in, Skoll had found himself realizing that some nobodies had snuck their way into the festivities. One of them was a sad drunk, and it was all he could do to babysit her, unable to coax straight answers out of her about who she was here with.

From then the evening had sombered somewhat, and the Seneschal found himself standing at the edge of the gathering, glowering suspiciously at the strangers who passed by. Was that a partycrasher, or a Mistwalker whom he was unfamiliar with? Was that ornately masked man, stinking of berries, an interloping drunkard or just a well-disguised Cavalier? And were his children doing well in the midst of all this? He'd been able to keep an eye on them most of the night, but he still only had the one, after all.

Eventually he put Galilee on sibling-watching duty. She was a little drunk, and seemed annoyed that he pulled her from prowling for ladies to dance with, but gladly went to look after Oberyn and Issola should they need it. With that concern lessened somewhat, Skoll resumed his post, leaning near the drink tables and scanning the crowd suspiciously.

Someone stumbled from the crowd, a young girl Skoll thought at first, until the glass fell from their hand and shattered upon the ground. His ears pricked, his green eye turning toward the staggering figure, and as his nostrils flared he recognized Cidro for who he was. Why the boy was in a gown of all things, Skoll didn't know, but he wasn't the kid's parent -- and it wasn't Cidro's fault Skoll associated dresses with Shiloh and her daughters. He was far more concerned by the bottle being tipped clumsily into his mouth, despite the fact that the boy already looked completely trashed.

Fatherly instinct kicked in. Skoll grimaced and strode with purpose over to the boy, reaching out to pluck the bottle from his hand -- with his strength hopefully a simple enough feat. If he managed to take it, he held it aloft out of the boy's reach, his voice low and stern, if still softened by a note of concern.

"I think you've had enough to drink, gamin. Why don't we set this down and you go have a seat?"

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POSTED: Wed Feb 06, 2019 3:02 pm

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THIS IS LIKE A MONTH AFTER YOUR POST SORRY SDFGHGFDFGH

“Hey!”

The youth hopped up clumsily towards where the bottle was forced from his grip. He reached his arm up as far it would go, flailing it around, but still not being able to find anything. Stupid arms. Stupid height. Stupid eyes. If he could just see what asshole thought it’d be okay to just come up and—

¡Oye!

His drunken flailing led him right into a thick, fluffy wall that didn’t appear to be going anywhere. He scratched at it clumsily, recoiling from the touch like it burned him. He didn’t know who this big, mean guy thought he was coming up and ruining his already disastrous night, but Cidro was just about done with men walking all over him. He raised a pointy finger, jabbing it to where he assumed the man stood, but with his senses so muddled, he wouldn’t be surprised if his aim was a little off.

“You think you’re so big ’n strong, huh? Think s’okay to step all over me cause ‘m so pathetic ’n girly?”

His eyes started to well up, and he growled when he felt hot tears trickle down his cheeks. He didn’t want to keep crying, but it was hard when people kept treating him like he didn’t have any feelings of his own. Just cause Cedric was big and strong and didn’t care what others thought of him didn’t mean that he had to toss Cidro aside so fast. This man might not be Cedric, but he was big and ruining his night— good enough for now.

“Is being pretty not enough? Do I gotta be all tough ’n big like you too? Is that what it takes?”

Cidro raised his fists weakly, lips pulled back in a snarl as snotty tears stained his fur.

“Come on, fight me! ’S what you wanted, right? To hurt me?”

He wasn’t talking to the man, not really— he didn’t even know who he was. That didn’t matter, though. Nothing did. Cidro was angry and hurt and so damn tired of men ruining his life. For once in his life, he was going to take things into his own hands— even if now might not have been the best timing.

Cidro growled through bared teeth, swinging a wobbly fist and trying to land it somewhere around the man’s chest.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 15, 2019 8:59 pm

HAHAHA TIME TO MAKE THINGS WORSE (I can def change the swat/autohit pp)

Cidro scrambled for the bottle and collided against Skoll's chest, and in response Skoll hoisted the alcohol a little higher out of his grasp with a grimace. He opened his mouth to chastise the youth again, but a slender finger dug into the fur of his sternum, and Cidro began to snarl nonsense about being girly and pathetic and oh God was he crying?

C'est quoi ce bordel? exclaimed Skoll, utterly unequipped to deal with this.

He understood nothing of the youth's insecurities and had only just gained an understanding of just how intoxicated Cidro was. Blindsided by the accusations, the Seneschal gawked down at the young man who'd fallen into such disarray, then instinctively glanced up and around in search of Kalypso or Paloma or someone who would know what to do. Distracted by this desperate task, he didn't see the fist coming.

It collided with his chest, not hard enough to injure Skoll, but enough to catch him by surprise as the little wolfdog growled. Immediately, the Seneschal answered this with a deep, guttural snarl of his own, his ears erect and tail curled behind him -- not that Cidro would register these visual signs of dominance.

In a motion he would likely come to regret, Skoll cuffed the side of Cidro's face.

The light blow to the boy's dark muzzle was very restrained, the sort of instinctive swat you would deliver to the rump of a pup that misbehaved – never heavy enough to hurt, but something to startle them out of chewing on something dangerous. And this was what Cidro was doing -- chewing on something very dangerous. If he'd given mouth to the wrong man, maybe he would have had his ass handed to him.

Listen to yourself, Skoll growled, reaching for the front of Cidro's dress to reel him in closer. His voice was low, stern, but controlled. You're acting like a damn fool. What you're like is your business, but a real man handles his fucking liquor and doesn't embarrass himself in front of his pack.


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