The Showdown [ Locked to Gideon & Ashura ]

[wishmadeinfire]

Who: Gideon & Ashura
When: After Felix is healed/asleep and Howl has left the room in this log
What: Ashura finally has enough and things come to a head between Felix's current lover and his former lover. But you all saw this coming, right?
Where: The boat, in Gideon's room
Warnings: two men fighting, maybe bad language but I doubt it, possible physical violence, awkward moments

Ashura did not remove himself from Felix's side, even once Howl had left, the man looking tired. Later, Ashura would need to thank him very much for what he did, but he thought that Felix should do it also, when he was ready and able to think. For now, though, he remained where he was beside Felix, stroking his red hair, seeming to have forgotten that this was, in fact, Gideon's room or that Gideon was even there. In retrospect that was incredibly rude, but Ashura had thrown out politeness in his anxiousness, even forgetting his own wounds. 

He let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose, feeling tired and drained in many more ways than one. At least, for the moment, he had forgotten Gideon was there...

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[wishmadeinfire]

"Considering how much older I am than you, you should be more worried about what else I'm capable of," he warned him, his face smoothing, becoming blank, his war face.

The face he used to cut down enemies; the face used to watch them burn alive on the field and ignore their screams.

[thraxios]

Gideon stares back, expression placid. He is a man who has known the spectre of death intimately; he doesn't fear Ashura. I've yet to see reason for concern.

[wishmadeinfire]

He considered this, had met men like Gideon. Yasha had a similar look when they met on the field, and perhaps that had been what drew him to the man in the first place, not being afraid of him. Now, though, it irritated him. He was done with this, with Gideons' sharply written words in his little wax tablet.

Delicate hands reached out, suddenly take the tablet from Gideon. It was an easy thing to summon his gift, to heat his hands. The smell of warm wax filled the air and he watched the tablet soften in his hands. He broke it apart, held the pieces, let them slowly drip down on either side of him.

"Men who do not know when they are beaten are boring," he said, turning his hands over to let the last of the tablet drip down, arching a brow at Gideon, waiting to see how he might respond. The journal was an option, but as far as he could see, Gideon did not use the Castle's little welcome gift.

[thraxios]

Gideon watches dispassionately as Ashura first melts the wax of the tablet and then breaks it in half. Inside, he's furious to see his primary method of communication destroyed, but he knows better than to try and take it back or show outward signs of being upset. That's a lesson he learned--painfully--decades ago.

When Ashura seems quite finished, and the remnants of Gideon's words are beginning to harden on the carpet, Gideon's left to decide what to do. He can't speak, obviously--he uses the journal only in conversing with Mildmay--and he has no desire to remain here when Ashura has the advantage of him. Casting one last glance over at Felix's sleeping form, Gideon turns and begins to walk away; he'll have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

[wishmadeinfire]

Later, Ashura would feel somewhat guilty for his actions, but not now. He watched him go, and when the other was fully gone he shifted to sit on the bed beside Felix, not caring that now he would have to watch him all night without rest for his own eyes. It was a task he could gladly undertake. He sighed, smoothing blankets over Felix, and waited for him to wake.