splitmemory | floyd/lilia mafia au?? yeah

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floyd/lilia mafia au?? yeah

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Outside of the sea, there were times where it was kill or be killed as well. Not as often as in the sea, for sure. Those on land had different priorities, but one thing was for certain: humans had always treated others cruelly, had always taken up arms against those who didn't match what they felt was normal, what they felt was better than the rest. For the life Lilia led, for the kingdom he sought to protect, the royalty who he swore his life to, he went to War, protected who he could. Dealt with the pain of loss time and time again, only to force himself to bounce back for the sake of others.

The exhausting cycle never came to an end. Not really, not even when he stepped down. Raising a human child, training that boy and the other boy he came to see as family as well... Being scolded by Malleus for his child-rearing tactics even with the fact some of them had been used on him. Not that the sweet little Prince knew, of course, and there were plenty of times where Lilia wasn't actually as around as he wished he could be.

A careful stare is offered up to Floyd as he steps out of the car, gloves hands staying folded in front of the former general. The time it took for the younger man to step over was not questioned, nor was the sneer commented on at all.

Ah, youth. A gentle reminder of the younger Sterling Leech. It's enough to bring a brighter smile to his face, one of his hands coming up to stifle a small laugh.

The words growled out by the temperamental child should not be as entertaining as they were. Lilia turns his gaze to the men who'd opened the door, nodding to them as if to say he could handle it from here. Then, he turns his chin up towards Floyd, his crimson eyes narrowing despite the smile upon his face, revealing a hint of inspection from the far smaller man. Lilia doesn't blame Floyd, didn't care that his eyes weren't met yet, didn't worry about the disinterest within his gaze, within his body language.

"Oh my, is that how you're looking at this arrangement, Mister Floyd Leech?" The first words he speaks to the taller boy are these, his hand offered out for a handshake. "Do your best to see me as nothing more than your shadow. As your guardian for this chapter of your life, I will make sure you have as much freedom as I can afford to give you. We can discuss our personal terms and boundaries momentarily."

The hand waits, patiently. "My name is Lilia Vanrouge. You may call me Lilia, or Mister Vanrouge if you so please."

Floyd knows the bare minimum about this guy. He was properly debriefed the day before, yes, but despite his impressive memory, he retained very little. Why would he ever need to? If this guy is anything like all the rest, then he'll either turn turncoat, be reassigned, or die in little more than a month's time. A gruesome truth, unfortunately, for many lower ranking members of the Leech clan. Although... that's just it, isn't it? This guy isn't even part of his family. He simply owes them a favor. For all Floyd knows, Lilia will watch him for all of five minutes then disappear into a puff of green smoke, never to be seen again.

The two men stay near, one taking the opportunity to make a call while the other stands watch over the road. Floyd ignores them just as well and, from out of the corner of his eye, glares at the hand offered out to him in greeting.

A shadow, he says. A guardian, a bodyguard, a babysitter. One way or another, it's all the same.

Finally, Floyd steps closer, towering over the shorter man until he surrounds him in the darkness of his larger form. He's so small, so... tiny. He seems more like a flapjack octopus than anything else--a delicate little blob laying low to the sand, that conceals itself with broken pieces of rock and shell. Or perhaps he's more like a flounder, lazy and quiet with little to show beyond its boring brown scales. In the end, still refusing to take Lilia's hand, Floyd scoffs and finally meets this so-called general eye to eye.

Freedom, huh. ... Now doesn't that sound nice?

"Screw you," he mutters, holding his threatening gaze... before suddenly breaking into a run towards the nearby trees. The suited men stand at attention, calling out to Floyd as they prepare to give chase. It's quite possible this isn't the first time the boy has tried to make a daring escape.

There was ever only going to be one man right for this job, for one huge glaring reason. The reason presents itself as an annoyed boy, allowing his emotions to shine through in one scoff, one threatening gaze down at him. It doesn't shake up the general nearly as much as Floyd must hope, if at all. The outstretched hand stays, even under the harsh gaze of the merman. The very least Lilia asked for was eye contact, to finally look into the eyes of that of his newest charge, to understand just what he was up against.

An identifiable defiance, a strong will, and a childish sense of importance, that somehow this child - although he was an adult for what it was worth, a child in comparison to the general - felt his own opinions and thoughts mattered more than the great Sterling Leech's.

There it was. The shift, the run, the bolting.

Raising his previously outstretched hand, Lilia holds it up in a 'stop' motion, towards the suited men. They, even, may not understand the importance of the person standing here, the person that Lilia was to their Boss, but that didn't matter. He still was 'above' them, in every sense of the word. An honorary member of the family, although that wasn't known by any. His own confidence shines through in a laugh.

"Let him run, for as brief as it may last. It shall be the last taste of defiance he manages under my watch. I have no need for the assistance of any other being to catch him."

Despite his words, Lilia doesn't run. Doesn't take off after him just yet, giving him a few paces. It was always far more fun when his prey thought they could get away, thought they could escape his watchful eye. Time had continued marching forward, leaving Lilia with a lack of this same experience in years. The excitement it brings him causes his heart to race.

The thumb of his hand is put down. Then his index finger. That's when it becomes clear - he's counting down. His middle finger is put down, followed by his ring finger, and finally, his pinky. Zero. Ready or not~!

In a flash of darkness, the fae leaps from the ground, giving chase perhaps faster than he should, using his flight to speed him along. Sure, the boy had gotten a head start, but that meant nothing. Had the boy paid attention, perhaps he would know that running was futile. The very attempt would land him in a whole world of punishment, by the time Lilia had caught him. But, perhaps he had paid attention, and this was simply a gift to the general? How sweet, to offer him such an exhilarating task upon meeting.

There. A flash of blue hair--

Before Floyd can process it, Lilia vanishes where he'd caught up behind him, appearing several feet above him, quickly dive-bombing the man. His legs wrap around his waist tighter than someone of his small form should be capable, to put an extreme pressure upon his ribs. Not enough to break him, but enough to bruise, should he decide it's worth it to keep going, to keep running. His forearm presses against Floyd's neck, other arm up to add an increased pressure by pressing against the one the general used for his main hold, to cut off some of his airflow. Not all of it, even with the threat looming over Floyd. Leaning in to his ear, a completely calm voice whispers in Floyd's ear:

"Where are we going, then, little eel? After I've been nothing but kind to you...~" The general laughs, a laugh that sounds all too cheerful to be malicious.

Prior to this arrangement, Floyd held little reason to feel angry toward his father. If anything, there's no one he respects more, knowing he and his brother will someday take up his proverbial throne. But to assign him a nuisance, a stranger-- It's a slap in the face; a glaring sign his own father can't trust his own son to handle himself. Bitter might be too soft a word to describe how he feels. Hurt? Betrayed? ... He's never been able to put the proper name to his emotions.

It's much easier to run with them.

So he does, hoping to use the cover of leaves and branches to hide his trail. Unfortunately for Floyd, he isn't quite quick enough to make his escape, and by the time he registers the shadow looming overhead, it's far too late for him to dodge.

Pressure tightens around his ribs, cutting off air from his stupid human lungs. Coupled with the arm clamped around his throat and breathing is nearly impossible. Still, he wouldn't be a Leech boy if he took one attack lying down, so with that laugh he clenches his teeth and throws himself backward, aiming to slam Lilia into the ground and hopefully jostle him off. He claws at his arm. He digs in his heels.

He bares his teeth, unhinges his jaw, and bites down hard on Lilia's wrist.

"Oh you are fun."

Lilia compliments the Leech boy, even after being slammed so hard into the ground like that. He knew how to take a hit, how to roll with the punches, when to tense his body and when to go limp. The slam hurt, of course, but he refuses to back down that easily. The scratches were one thing--

That bite, on the other hand, could prove to be dangerous, especially with the jaw strength of the younger man.

The pressure around Floyd vanishes in an instant, in a small puff of flickering lights. There's no rest for the wicked, however, as Floyd would feel a hand grasping a good chunk of his hair, a swift kick attempting to swipe the man's leg out from under him as that hand tugs roughly on his hair, slamming him down onto his back on the ground.

In a swift movement, Lilia is once again atop him, this time on his front, his legs straddling the man's chest, heels digging in to soft flesh at his sides. His hand tangles in a chunk of bangs, forcing Floyd's head back to avoid another bite. His other hand presses hard on one of his arms. There's no avoiding the other one in this position, but oh well.

"As fun as this is, darling," Lilia leans down slightly further towards his face, "I'd much prefer to get to know you over a drink or two. My own blood being spilled -- you've impressed me, if I'm honest. Not many have gotten that far on a first meeting!"

One of the two men accompanying Floyd calls out once the taller boy falls to the ground, but before he can take more than a few steps, Floyd barks in retaliation, an audible strain tugging at his voice.

"Rgh... fuck off! He's mine!"

"But, sir--!"

There's no further rebuttal; Floyd simply clenches his jaw and stares back into Lilia's eyes. He has no choice but to lay here and listen... If he weren't so pissed off, he might even be impressed. Thinking it, scoffs and stubbornly tries to free his head from Lilia's grasp.

"You can't flatter me. But you can get offa me before I wring the daylights outta you!"

The threat doesn't seem to land, even as Lilia stares down at Floyd. With no choice in the matter for poor Floyd, this meant Lilia had already achieved the upper hand. He laughs -- laughs -- at the arguing between Floyd and one of those men.

Aw, he's his? How cute.

Obviously Floyd doesn't mean it in any way aside from wanting to tear Lilia apart, but that doesn't stop the small man from being amused.

"Oh? How do you plan to do that in our current position? I'm all ears, dear." Floyd's hair is tugged harder, an almost predatory look on Lilia's face.

"Your father gave me this job. I intend to make the very best of it, to do what I can to keep you in line. I'm still willing to give you as much leniency as possible, but you must promise to stop attempting to run off....

"Unless you'd prefer I put a collar and leash on you? That would be quite the look."

With a small wistful sigh, he shakes his head.
"You wouldn't wish to disappoint your father, would you? Come now, sir. We can get a drink and a dessert, my treat. I'll show you to one of my favorite cafe's in town," Leaning in further, down so he can whisper in his ear, he finishes, "We can shake those two off, too. Give us some time to get acquainted."

"I ain't your dear." Floyd grimaces through the pain but stubbornly tries to turn his head away in spite of it. Nevertheless, it's difficult to ignore that predatory look in the other man's eyes--red and purposeful; wild. The words to follow sour his mood, however, and with a scoff Floyd rolls his eyes, any ounce of mounting interest immediately quelled.

But threatening him with restriction is one thing. Mentioning his father's disappointment, well-- That's another.

As pissed off as Floyd is with his father's decision, he can't deny he still respects the man with all his heart. He's the head of this family for a reason, after all. There's no one whose opinion matters more. ... So if he trusts Lilia enough to place Floyd in his care, then isn't that reason enough to concede?

After several moments, the boy finally stills. "How?" he asks, his cooperation all but secured.

There were so many reasons that his father had chosen Lilia. This wild streak that almost matched Floyd's, that was enough to confuse and befuddle even the very guards that were told to make sure this handoff went smoothly, was only one of the reasons. What wouldn't Lilia do, to make sure Floyd submit to this? He'd had enough experience with unruly boys in the past, not that Floyd knew that.

That little question was all Lilia needed to loosen his grip on Floyd's hair, to show he was willing to work with Floyd. Not that he was willing to allow him to win, not by any means, but for them to fall in line in a partnership of sorts.

"They are here to make sure this goes smoothly. They expect you to run, to need to subdue you. Not that they ever could. I mean, look at them. They'd struggle and ultimately fail. No one can ever subdue you, sir. Not truly." Flattery- would it work?

"They want us to go straight to the apartment your father has set up for us; I don't care for that plan. Why force you to be inside immediately, for your first day out? We have two choices..."

"One, we try to play it off as a joke. Catch them off guard-- knock them out and slip them into the car to ensure their safety. Leave a note, apologize but not really? Sorry, not sorry! You were overbearing~" Lilia laughs softly, before offering the second idea, "Two, the far more fun option...."

"We return to them, pull their pants down to their ankles and book it. With our speed together, they'd never catch us."

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