Making a man change his name was degrading to say the least; it left a void in his very soul- he had lost his identity. They say a man is all his name is, so what did that leave him with'
"Algernon Falconne," he repeated aloud to his not-quite-right reflection, tasting bile at the back of his mouth.
He made a disgusted face at the man he saw in the mirror, roughly toweling away the excess water that trickled down his freshly washed face.
Now, he claimed his other spouse's name for his own. In all the time he spent escaping reality, running from his fears, all he did was cause them all to become Antonio's own. He was grateful to be back in some ways; he had been tired and all he wanted to do was become a family again. For happiness. Instead, he was resentful.
What did this make him now" Half a man' His 'death? was kept quiet at first, talked about in hushed tones, but now it flashed in bold letters everywhere in the galaxy. He wished more than anything that he had never witnessed the things he did. Then things could back to the way they were, if that was even better.
Algernon was angry, spiteful, and full of many other nasty emotions. None of which were normal for him.
It was humiliating, being holed up at the Palazzo. The public at large, save for Rhy'din and family, were unaware that he had been married with children. The headlines read, "President of Koch Holdings dies in fiery death," "Medical examiners only able to identify based on dental records!", and "Wealthy, billionaire dies, survived by only his family." Yes, it was so tragic to die wealthy and alone. He sneered every time he saw an article tied to him. Well, the old him. The person he once was.
So, here the lion has lain, in a gnarled bush of emotions, hidden away from the general populace.
There it was, the fact that he was hiding. What a coward. New emotions of disgust surged in his stomach, like a volcano waiting to erupt.
"It's ze best choice, really," Algernon declared nasally, mimicking his so-called brilliant enabler, Xenia. With a roll of his eyes he moved to collapse in a chair, brooding in the window.
They forgot about me, he thought to himself.
But that was your own fault, remember" A little voice replied. You were too busy feeling sorry for yourself. You're the one who abandoned them.
Grunts, clearly disgruntled at the thought.
Then he saw Ayden run by outside, being chased by his brother, and it brought a small smile to his face. If there was any one thing that warmed his heart, it was the boys, but especially Ayden. He thought the boy was beginning to look more and more like him by the day.
That was why he needed to talk to his wife about counseling. There may have been something broken inside him, but he wanted to make things right and be a family again.
He needed to. For Ayden.
"Algernon Falconne," he repeated aloud to his not-quite-right reflection, tasting bile at the back of his mouth.
He made a disgusted face at the man he saw in the mirror, roughly toweling away the excess water that trickled down his freshly washed face.
Now, he claimed his other spouse's name for his own. In all the time he spent escaping reality, running from his fears, all he did was cause them all to become Antonio's own. He was grateful to be back in some ways; he had been tired and all he wanted to do was become a family again. For happiness. Instead, he was resentful.
What did this make him now" Half a man' His 'death? was kept quiet at first, talked about in hushed tones, but now it flashed in bold letters everywhere in the galaxy. He wished more than anything that he had never witnessed the things he did. Then things could back to the way they were, if that was even better.
Algernon was angry, spiteful, and full of many other nasty emotions. None of which were normal for him.
It was humiliating, being holed up at the Palazzo. The public at large, save for Rhy'din and family, were unaware that he had been married with children. The headlines read, "President of Koch Holdings dies in fiery death," "Medical examiners only able to identify based on dental records!", and "Wealthy, billionaire dies, survived by only his family." Yes, it was so tragic to die wealthy and alone. He sneered every time he saw an article tied to him. Well, the old him. The person he once was.
So, here the lion has lain, in a gnarled bush of emotions, hidden away from the general populace.
There it was, the fact that he was hiding. What a coward. New emotions of disgust surged in his stomach, like a volcano waiting to erupt.
"It's ze best choice, really," Algernon declared nasally, mimicking his so-called brilliant enabler, Xenia. With a roll of his eyes he moved to collapse in a chair, brooding in the window.
They forgot about me, he thought to himself.
But that was your own fault, remember" A little voice replied. You were too busy feeling sorry for yourself. You're the one who abandoned them.
Grunts, clearly disgruntled at the thought.
Then he saw Ayden run by outside, being chased by his brother, and it brought a small smile to his face. If there was any one thing that warmed his heart, it was the boys, but especially Ayden. He thought the boy was beginning to look more and more like him by the day.
That was why he needed to talk to his wife about counseling. There may have been something broken inside him, but he wanted to make things right and be a family again.
He needed to. For Ayden.