"It makes perfect sense to utilize you in this state against the fairies! I won't tolerate such a melodramatic reaction for a reasonable suggestion!"
Gantlos stared in disbelief — this argument was so repetitive, why couldn't Ogron understand what he was asking of him?
"I'm not in full control of myself! I'm sick of always repeating that! If anything happens to you three—"
"It won't Gantlos! You've been like this your whole life, and —"
"I WILL NOT BE A WEAPON!" Anagan watched Gantlos stomp out the door into the night. Ogron sank into the couch. His eyes a mixture of frustration and regret. Anagan watched the redhead rub his temples and sigh. Cautiously he looked at his leader and inhaled.
"You really shouldn't have said anything…"
"He has been this way since his literal birth — there's no reason he should be so insecure!"
"Ogron…you know how he feels about that part of himself. It's fine for us to accept him, better for him to accept himself, but you were literally talking about him like he was a weapon. Something you could use in battle...we have no idea what it feels like to be what he is, the only one who comes close semi understanding is Duman, and he's not here to clean up your mess." Anagan gave a stern look to Ogron. He was right, Duman was out on a hunt for himself, not there at the moment to help Gantlos in his distressed state. Ogron sighed.
"What would you have me do then? Apologize? I won't do anything of the sort —"
"Ogron," Anagan gave a look akin to a mother scolding a child.
"…Oh for gods sake" Ogron grumbled as he went out to look for the blonde wizard.
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"Cmon cmon! God how can you be so USELESS?!" The lifeless body hit a tree with a squish. He hadn't meant to lose control. He was angry, he was hungry. Those people were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he could just use his power for the good of the team, maybe he'd feel better, maybe he wouldn't be as much of a burden. Fangs sank and fed, and tears fell.
"Gantlos?" A familiar whisper approached the clearing. Oh no. Gantlos looked up from his knees, he looked at the carnage he'd inflicted on the five humans. Blood red eyes met icy blue hues. Ogron stared for a moment at the bodies, then back to the blood soaked vampiric man.
"I—I didn't mean to — I was trying to—" bloody trembling hands covered his face, "please don't look at me," his whisper fell on deaf ears. Ogron trudged towards him, kneeling to his level, held him tight.
"I'm not a monster — I promise…"
"Shh," he bc stroked the blonde's hair, "you're not a monster, and you're not a weapon either. I—" a sigh escaped his lips, moving to look Gantlos in the eyes, "I apologize. I wasn't behaving in the best interest of the whole team,"
Gantlos's face scrunched as he tried to stop the tears, "...would I be useful then? If I used this side of myself, would I be worth something—"
Ogron placed a finger over the distraught lips, " you are plenty of useful and you are plenty important. I know I may not be the best at telling you this but I do appreciate you. You don't have to do anything to show me your worth. The black circle chose you, and I am honored to have you on my team," that was it, the damn broke. Tears cascaded down Gantlos's face, try as he might muffle the sound, a few sobs escaped. A few minutes of this past before he regained his composure, pulling away from Ogron. Ogron helped him up, and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"...let's get you home you need to bathe"
"But what about…" he gave a gentle nod towards the carnage.
"I'll take care of it, come now."
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A few hours had gone by, Duman was home now.
"Was it really that bad of an argument this time?" His concern grew the longer the other two were out.
"Yeah, but in hindsight, Ogron does know better," Anagan and Duman looked towards the opening door. In walked Gantlos, though still a slight bit shaken, his face was empty. Ogron followed suit, closing the door behind them.
"Duman please help Gantlos bathe and put him to bed, Anagan and I will clean his clothes."
Duman took his partner upstairs, a little taken aback by the sight of him.
"What the hell happened?"
"Oh just some twenty something year olds out looking for trouble. They found it."
A moment passed.
"Did you apologize?" There was that maternal voice Anagan held.
"of course I did, I'm not a child. I don't need you to chastise me," Ogron went to retrieve the soiled clothes. He hoped his apology was enough. God, he hoped it was enough.