Topic: Algernon Falconne

A Falconne

Date: 2012-07-04 13:03 EST
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.

A Falconne

Date: 2012-07-04 13:43 EST
Algernon was really beginning to wonder if he would ever get used to this face. He was still himself, but it was off. It was a lot like looking in a distorted mirror, where you knew that you were looking at yourself, but you couldn't see all of the aspects of it. Fingertips brushed along the straight edge of his nose, the chiseled cut of his cheekbones. With a sigh, he pried himself away from the mirror, returning to his usual brooding by the window.

He had begun tying ropes as a way to let out his frustration, so he picked up the thick pile of twine and kept his fingers busy. Too bad his mind was wandering, and he thought back to when he met Xenia at the docks.

"You know why I chose Algernon?" he asked Xenia, who shook her head in quiet reply.

"When I first met Anya, she would accidentally call me "Alger" instead of "Alper." I'm not sure why, maybe "g" is easier to pronounce than "p" for you Russian speaking people?" explaining as he turns to face the petite woman, a half smile creasing along his face. There was a small spark, a brightening in his features as he was half-remembering how he had come to love his wife. The spark was still there, maybe there was a chance of salvaging what once was.

Xenia smiled, patting his arm fondly. "Come, ve should get you to ze doctor before anyone recognizes you."

His half smile quickly vanished as he recalled the rest of the late night, features contorting into a sour puss face.

A Falconne

Date: 2012-08-24 15:27 EST
He didn't know if he would be able to face telling his family that he wasn't dead; especially not after the confrontation with Duci. Saying it had been ugly would be an understatement. She had attacked him! Algernon was still stunned with disbelief. The whole encounter had been surreal, and left him feeling a little detached from himself.

The only things that were familiar anymore were the mottled black and blue swells that decorated his face. The bruises were worn like medals as opposed to shame. Anya patched him up, and he couldn't help but stare while she did. When she was set on a task, she looked beautiful. She made his heart pound in his chest loudly and his breaths catch. It was such a strange sensation that it actually bewildered him at first.

How could such a simple thing make him feel like so, especially after all the years they had been in love? Instead of acting on his feelings, he turned away, embarrassed and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Needing to feel something more dangerous and familiar, he reacquainted himself with his bike; one of his first loves, a Triumph Daytona 675, sleek black and warm to the touch.

Maybe a quick round with the Fates would get his head back on straight.