"They Truly Loved you kid, honestly your lucky"
Antony Took a sip of Hard liquor from a bottle, he was the type of man who drank before sunrise most days. Then again having long retired from the military, and counting the things he's seen and done in life this was considered an reward. Long lives filled with bloodshed Always seemed to end like this.
The man was fairly muscular and aged nearing his 50's now. He had shoulder length tan hair that hung from bangs at the side of his face, and sloppily tied into a knot in the back. The man had a simple eye patch above one eye, and his chin was scruffy as usual. He was Jahangir's care taker, and his fathers best friend while he was alive.
"So.... That's not all you called me over to say is it?"
Jahangir was a bit flustered, he hated having to talk about his parents. It was so awkward and he didn't really know what to say or feel about them. He had never really seen then , just heard from some of his dads ol war buddies that he looked like his mom and "growled" like his old man. Not to much to get mushy over really, he actually questioned if he loved them at all..... Well he was grateful at least, nobody had ever given their life for him, nobody but them.
"Course not you fucking brat, hold your horses"
Antony was not a patient man by any means, from what Jahan knew, him and his father were as much as soldiers as they were barbarians, they basically took whatever they wanted by force. Something that Jahan has basically inherited seeing as how the man makes his own way to achieve all of his wants regardless of another individual. Antony took another swig of Liquor from the bottle nearly downing half of it, he then lit a cigar blowing rings of smoke into the air. Jahan laid down on the couch opposite of the man facing the ceiling, he was growing bored of the mans antics.
"Today I went in town and visited a magic shop. Not too many of them around here but I found a really good mage, who was able to produce these out of clairvoy-magiger-magic"
Antony obviously didnt know the finer workings of magic, at the least not those which weren't apt for combat. He passed Jahangir a stack of papers that had been magically conjured. Jahan took the papers with mild interest and starting flipping through them. He recognized Antony in some of them but his eyes widened at the other two, whom shared a certain resemblance to Jahangir.
"All I can say is that these are physical representation of memories stored in my Rukh" Antony recited would the magician had told him upon hi purchasing theses.
"They cost a pretty good bit gold too so I ho-"
"Who are they?"
Antony froze raising his brow "Uhh? Who do you think they are I-"
"Who!" Jahan growled his face scrunching up in anger similarly to the man in the last paper.
Antony got angry too, and if Jahangir was a lion in rage, a drunken Antony would be a dragon. The man chucked the entire glass bottle of liqour at Jahans face attempting to seriously injure the boy. Jahan moved his head and stood up with great speed dodging the bottle. Antony met Jahan standing up himself, they eyed each other as if they were about to leap at any moment.
"Who are they Uncle?" Jahan very well knew who the people in the picture were, well he had a good idea. He just couldnt believe it, his shock translated to anger and at the moment he didnt know why he was so mad. He just wanted an answer not a fight, and Antony was so stubborn and drunk he would only do things his own way.
"Their your parents you f*ckin' prick" Antony said before relaxing back in his seat and lighting another cigar.
"You made me waste an entire bottle of gin you-" The man went on to ramble and curse Jahan and Jahan just shifted through the pictures again, and again. He couldn't believe what he was seeing honestly, he finally understood what people meant when they said "You look like your mother but growl like your father". Everything down to her lavender eyes.
His father was a big guy, really defined in the muscle area, and he could tell he got the man's taste, and while he was definitely not a clone of his old man's personality he could see certain traits in himself. They both seemed to be a bit lazy, the look in his fathers eye told him his pops had a craving for danger. Probably a sarcastic attitude too. Jahan frowned at the thought.... He would never know what his father or mother were like. Thats when it hit him for the first time.
He was sad.
He kept thinking about how he would never know them, or who they were, he could never experience anything with them and he would never know how they would interact with him. Not something as simple as taking him to school, or teaching him sword play, or even scolding him. He wondered what it would be like to get in trouble, and for his mom to nag at him All Antony did was make the boy do push ups and extra yard work.
He wondered how it would have been to have had his hair cut by his old man instead of himself like all of his friends did when he was younger. He was wondering about how everything would have been different if these two people were alive. He had spent his whole life without them, and save for the occasional night terrors he had, he hadn't thought twice about them.
How much of an idiot just was he?
OOC
[RESURRECTION OF SPRING TRAINED 10009/1000 WORDS]
Antony Took a sip of Hard liquor from a bottle, he was the type of man who drank before sunrise most days. Then again having long retired from the military, and counting the things he's seen and done in life this was considered an reward. Long lives filled with bloodshed Always seemed to end like this.
The man was fairly muscular and aged nearing his 50's now. He had shoulder length tan hair that hung from bangs at the side of his face, and sloppily tied into a knot in the back. The man had a simple eye patch above one eye, and his chin was scruffy as usual. He was Jahangir's care taker, and his fathers best friend while he was alive.
"So.... That's not all you called me over to say is it?"
Jahangir was a bit flustered, he hated having to talk about his parents. It was so awkward and he didn't really know what to say or feel about them. He had never really seen then , just heard from some of his dads ol war buddies that he looked like his mom and "growled" like his old man. Not to much to get mushy over really, he actually questioned if he loved them at all..... Well he was grateful at least, nobody had ever given their life for him, nobody but them.
"Course not you fucking brat, hold your horses"
Antony was not a patient man by any means, from what Jahan knew, him and his father were as much as soldiers as they were barbarians, they basically took whatever they wanted by force. Something that Jahan has basically inherited seeing as how the man makes his own way to achieve all of his wants regardless of another individual. Antony took another swig of Liquor from the bottle nearly downing half of it, he then lit a cigar blowing rings of smoke into the air. Jahan laid down on the couch opposite of the man facing the ceiling, he was growing bored of the mans antics.
"Today I went in town and visited a magic shop. Not too many of them around here but I found a really good mage, who was able to produce these out of clairvoy-magiger-magic"
Antony obviously didnt know the finer workings of magic, at the least not those which weren't apt for combat. He passed Jahangir a stack of papers that had been magically conjured. Jahan took the papers with mild interest and starting flipping through them. He recognized Antony in some of them but his eyes widened at the other two, whom shared a certain resemblance to Jahangir.
- The "Peices of Paper":
"All I can say is that these are physical representation of memories stored in my Rukh" Antony recited would the magician had told him upon hi purchasing theses.
"They cost a pretty good bit gold too so I ho-"
"Who are they?"
Antony froze raising his brow "Uhh? Who do you think they are I-"
"Who!" Jahan growled his face scrunching up in anger similarly to the man in the last paper.
Antony got angry too, and if Jahangir was a lion in rage, a drunken Antony would be a dragon. The man chucked the entire glass bottle of liqour at Jahans face attempting to seriously injure the boy. Jahan moved his head and stood up with great speed dodging the bottle. Antony met Jahan standing up himself, they eyed each other as if they were about to leap at any moment.
"Who are they Uncle?" Jahan very well knew who the people in the picture were, well he had a good idea. He just couldnt believe it, his shock translated to anger and at the moment he didnt know why he was so mad. He just wanted an answer not a fight, and Antony was so stubborn and drunk he would only do things his own way.
"Their your parents you f*ckin' prick" Antony said before relaxing back in his seat and lighting another cigar.
"You made me waste an entire bottle of gin you-" The man went on to ramble and curse Jahan and Jahan just shifted through the pictures again, and again. He couldn't believe what he was seeing honestly, he finally understood what people meant when they said "You look like your mother but growl like your father". Everything down to her lavender eyes.
(*Imagine she has Lavender Eyes XD, a lot of these images I couldn't edit.)
His father was a big guy, really defined in the muscle area, and he could tell he got the man's taste, and while he was definitely not a clone of his old man's personality he could see certain traits in himself. They both seemed to be a bit lazy, the look in his fathers eye told him his pops had a craving for danger. Probably a sarcastic attitude too. Jahan frowned at the thought.... He would never know what his father or mother were like. Thats when it hit him for the first time.
He was sad.
He kept thinking about how he would never know them, or who they were, he could never experience anything with them and he would never know how they would interact with him. Not something as simple as taking him to school, or teaching him sword play, or even scolding him. He wondered what it would be like to get in trouble, and for his mom to nag at him All Antony did was make the boy do push ups and extra yard work.
He wondered how it would have been to have had his hair cut by his old man instead of himself like all of his friends did when he was younger. He was wondering about how everything would have been different if these two people were alive. He had spent his whole life without them, and save for the occasional night terrors he had, he hadn't thought twice about them.
How much of an idiot just was he?
OOC
[RESURRECTION OF SPRING TRAINED 10009/1000 WORDS]
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