Brian's day was just great.. Well is started out that way at least. Of course in typical Rhy'dinian style the day went to hell rather quickly. That business with the slaver who came for Darling pissed Brian off more that usual, or maybe ot was the fact that Chalotte was so non chalant about the entire deal. Yet she wasn't so non chalant when Damien came back for her and basically enslaved her and abused her as well.

Mind you, Brian constantly worked in the realm of gray, not quite back, not quote white. Just somewhere in the middle. He knew about some things weren't always what they seemed, and the such. It was his choice to intercede on behalf of Darling who couldn't defend herself and was being abused right in front of him. Kairee vanished, having an urgent matter to attend to and kindly let Brian know, and left it to him. What pissed of Brian more than anything was the fact that his fiance didn't back his play on this and decided to play "Meet the neighbor" with Wyheree.

Brian had nothing against the Elementalist by any means, in fact he respected her a great deal and the previous night offered to take her to Bale to search for Bolt, and he respected her even more so when she voice her dislike of what went on. But Charlotte was concerned with laws and promises made to beings that were not even from this realm, she played the politics card, and to Brian was pure bull shit. Someone in front of them needed assistance, and he stepped in. She could have done a number of things instead of being oblivious to it. Maybe the next time she got into it with someone, Brian would not step in and try to calm the waters and let her get herself out of it. Politics had a funny way of playing out like that.

Brian knew he wasn't making too much sense, but he was just angered and needed to vent, so the thoughts came. Maybe it was the fact he was no longer able to use magickal support, maybe it was the fact for the first time in a long time he just had himself and nothing else when it came to throwing down. Actually it was a million things in one. It was one helluva ride so far, and Brian was nearly at his wit's end in more ways then one.

He arrived and found the letter and opened it. He lowered his head and sighed as he let himself inside the Villa, and continued to read it. It was from Amanda, and gave details to Jewell's actions and a seperate letter for her Father. Brian yelled in anger and kicked over a near chair, and tossed his sword upon the couch. There was a reason he hadn't replied to Jewell the first time. How was he to tell her that Alex is in bed with Lucy, and her playmates, that he attacked Katharine, and that they are basically running amok. Yeah great way to let someone know how their loved one was doing. An now the letter from Amanda..

Tucking the letter into his pocket, he moved into the kitchen. Brian then grabbed the first bottle he saw and smashed it against the wall, another followed and soon even more after that. Wine and oil stained the walls and gave the eerie impression of a massacre, grass was shattered and broken all over the place, before he knew it the Kitchen was a disaster and hardly resembled anything other that that, a disaster.

Shaking his head, Brian looked around in disgust.. He could now add shame to the list of what was felt today. He decided the kitchen could be cleaned later, to hell with it for the moment. Moving back through the house, Brian headed into the weapons room and into the office, and began to respond to Jewell's letter. If they really wanted to know what was going on, he would tell them every detail. He didn't care anymore, he just didn't. Rationality went out the door as he wrote and wrote. He would give them every little detail, Kat's word's about mind control rang in his head. That too was bull shit in his eyes, it all was. Darkin, Renna, Alex, Lucy, people that couldn't be counted on, it was all bull shit. Why was it, that those who scheme and hurt, those who abuse and lie are allowed to continue to gain and those who try to do the right thing are kicked again and again. Look at Jewell for instance, or Katharine. Both strive and strive to do right, by friends and familty, and are constantly kicked down. People like Toby, or Amthy.. It was a load of shit, the entire lot of it.

Pausing a moment,Brian rose from his desk and looked into the Mirror..

"Maybe we can get them a Mirror so she can see both her faces..."

Lorelie's words rang so true.. Brian however didn't think it applied to Charlotte, as he looked into the mirror.. He knew it was for him. Rearing back, Brian punched the mirror head on shattering it into hundreds of pieces, and watched his fist as he left it there inside the mirror, as it dripped blood all over the floor. Removing his fist, he gave no notice to the pieces of glass still lodged into his hand. Hearing the door, Brian exited the office and made his way back down the hall towards the living room.

He found Charlotte heading to the kitchen, her back was still to him as she spoke.

"Brian?"

Watching her a moment longer, he fought the urge to walk away and head back into the office, as reason slowly began to sink back in.

"Welcome home."

"What the hell happened in he-"

"Oh my god, you're bleeding!"

Brian just sat there and watched her, granted his reasoning had started to kick in, but the fact remained he was still pissed off. He opened his mouth to speak, as he was cut off when Charlotte moved to him, and inspected his hand.

"Babe, what happened?"


While Charlotte's eyes were filled with concern and questions, Brian's were filled with anger and stubborness. Ignoring the pain from the shards and pieces still embedded in his hand, Brian lightly jerked his hand back and shook his head as he answered her.

"Just a bit of remodeling in the house, I'll have it cleaned soon enough. Don't worry about the blood, we can say it was related to the skirmish over Darling, and you won't have to give your gods or whatever en excuse as to why you suddenly give a rat's ass now."

Was that fair? Hardly.. In fact Brian knew it was a cheap shot, but in truth that's how he felt inside. He felt that if the shoe were on the other foot Charlotte would want help, such as with Damien. It upset Brian that she stood by and let it all slide the way it did. If Charlotte ran headlong into a skirmish to assist someone in need, you betcher ass Brian would have been right beside her doing whatever he could. Such as when he was punished for using his talents to heal her, and Renna. He knew he was not permitted to use the kind of magicks he did, and did so anyway knowing he would be punished physically later, by the matrons.

Still, Brian and Charlotte were different people and Brian had to understand that a bit more. Charlotte more than likely had a reason for what she did, it didn't make Brian feel any better about it. Letting the blood run from his hand, Brian turned and made his way down the hall into the rest room to begin to wash it off and tend to the shards and cuts.

"I'm sorry I said that.." As he was pouring water over his hand, to get a better look. Several shards came loose and fell into the sink with a small noise, and were quickly followed by a bit of blood from the deeper cuts. So far it looked as if stitches would be needed. Brian searched around and found a pair of tweezers, and began to pull out the other pieces one by one, as he continued to speak.

"I know ya have rules.. But I went head long into that babe.. I figured you would have at least backed my play, regardless of what you promised someone off world. I know others went to bat for you even though they didn't have to get involved. I don't understand."

Piece by Piece the glass was pulled, and dropped into the sink. Brian winced a few times, and made a silent promise never to go toe to toe with the Mirror again, still in the back of his head the anger was evident even though he had supressed it, in the back of his mind he still had to answer Jewell and Amanda.