forum An angsty gay fantasy rp! (O/O)

Started September 03, 2019 by @MusicElle-is-here

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Cas walked in with his hair slicked again, looking rather annoyed about it. He seemed to perk up a bit when he sat down beside Nick, though. "Hey."

“Hey,” Nick replied with a grin. “So, I’m guessing we’re going to wait a couple minutes before the ‘fight’? I don’t think we should go straight into it.”

He nodded. "Maybe you could like, make fun of my hair or something? It's pretty dumb."

Nick chuckled. “Yeah, that works,” he replied. He really wanted to run his fingers through Cas’s hair. To fix it. Obviously. “How good at acting are you? I’m not the best, if we’re being honest.”

"I've been lying to my dad all my life and never been caught, so I think I'm pretty good." Cas rested his chin atop his knuckles.

“Okay, good,” Nick said. “I mean, not good that you’ve had to constantly lie, but good that you’re a good actor,” he corrected himself quickly, blushing. “Um, anyway, you can make up for my mediocre acting skills then.”

"Alright. When should we start?" Cas asked in a hushed whisper, glancing around at the others set the table.

“No time like the present,” Nick stated airily, though he was a ball of nerves on the inside. “Okay, here goes.” He took a deep breath before glaring at Cas. “Your hair looks stupid!”

Cas glared back at him, his expression very convincing. "Ha, you're one to talk, bitch boy. Nice hair clips. You off to a tea party with your little sister after this?"

Nick felt himself blush. Good, that would look more convincing. “Leave my sister out of it, asshat! You must be going to the zoo, since you look just like a weasel!”

Cas could feel the others beginning to look at them now. "At least animals in a zoo are interesting. You'd be a sick old pet rat the owners forget about and let starve."

“Like your kingdom takes my people captive and starves them to death!” Nick cried, looking outraged.

“Nick, stop,” Jane pleaded from Nick’s other side.

“No I’m not going to stop! This little shit keeps insulting me!” Nick snapped at her, instantly feeling bad. He quickly schooled his expression back into anger, though.

"This coming from the guy whose kingdom ravaged ours several times and set houses on fire!" Cas crossed his arms, getting mock frustrated. "Children have died because of you!"

“Oh yeah! Your kingdom isn’t the only one who’s lost people,” he all but yelled, his voice and eyes showing real pain as he shot to his feet. “You are the most awful person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!”

"Ha! I'm nothing compared to you!" Cas stood as well, glaring up at Nick. He still held a level of intimidation despite his height.

“Oh yeah, pretty boy?” Nick taunted. “What are you going to do about it?” He moved in closer, getting in Cas’s face. It was all he could do to look furious.

Cas punched Nick in the stomach. The way he did it was very skillful; it looked as though he'd hit him rather hard, but he hit him in such a way that it didn't hurt much.

Nick reacted a second too late, but hopefully most people weren’t focused on that. He glared down at Cas. “You little bastard,” he hissed, grabbing him by the shirt and yanking him away from his chair to pin him against the wall. It was easy enough since Cas weighed so little.

Cas seemed a bit dazed and his knees quivered for a moment, but he soon regained himself. He struggled against Nick's hold. "Let go of me!"

“No!” he growled, holding him there. He blushed again, but an entirely different reason this time.

Meanwhile, poor Jane was horrified. She looked like she might cry any second.

He tried to push Nick away by his shoulders unsuccessfully, breathing heavily. He seemed a bit legitimately nervous now, but he tried his best to hide it.

Nick wasn’t sure what to do now but look angry, though that was getting harder by the second. Luckily for him, Jane intervened.

“Nick! Stop! Don’t hurt him!” she cried, her voice thick with almost-tears. He felt a gnawing of guilt in his stomach at her expression.

“Why not?” he forced out.

“It won’t benefit anyone. Please, don’t fight.”

Nick sighed and looked at Cas. “If I let go, you better not try anything.” He released him and took a step back, still tense and poised to move at any second.

Cas dusted himself off and turned away, crossing his arms. As hard as he tried, he couldn't hide his slight trembling.

Nick made a mental note to ask Cas about the trembling later. He felt guilty once again. Was this his fault too? He stood staring at Cas for a few moments before turning and sitting back down. Jane shot Cas a look of disappointment and followed her brother. Hopefully now they’ll say something, or at least acknowledge that we fought, Nick thought.

"What was that all about, hmm?" Cas's father asked in a monotone voice.
"It was an example…"
"An example? Of what?"

Several of the adults around the table (and many of the kids too) gave Nick and Cas disdainful looks. Nick’s father looked at him with disappointment as well. He opened his mouth to say something, but glanced at Jane and stopped. “We’ll talk about this later,” he ended up saying. Nick nodded, trying to look chastened.

Cas's father said something similar, but something subtle in his tone made Cas very uneasy. The meeting went on outside uninterrupted.

That night Nick had snuck out again. After a torrent of verbal abuse and manipulation, his father had made it clear while he hated Cas, his son could not fight with him….in public. Nick knew his father wouldn’t be so tolerant a second time. If you could call constantly blackmailing and manipulating his only son tolerant. Nick hoped that Cas had gotten out tonight too, looking around for him.