Post by Casimir Elias Karkaroff on Apr 29, 2024 11:29:33 GMT -7
There were many times when Cas pointedly ignored questions or comments by his siblings that he didn’t like. It was the easiest way to avoid opening a discussion, since most of the time there wasn’t any discussion required after he’d made a decision. But rarely, on one occasion or two, it was because he simply didn’t have a good answer. He couldn’t quite fault Damian’s comeback on why and how his mind worked differently than Cas’s, because it was true. And that was the reason he’d been nudged towards the media in the first place – it was a useful place to have a friendly set of eyes and ears, but there was no denying that Damian was just good at it too. But if there was one absolute red line that Cas wouldn’t cross…well, it was acknowledging that Damian might be right about something. So he simply ignored the comment and pretended his brother hadn’t spoken.
Instead he let Damian munch on some pastries while he drove them towards one of his old contacts. “He doesn’t sell anything, so to speak,” Cas hedged, keeping his tone lowered while he wove in between stalls and people. “But he always has information about artifacts and his talent is connecting the right people to each other.” That was the diplomatic way to put it. In reality, the Middle Eastern market was oversaturated with fences and smugglers, but this guy was a cut above the usual amateurs. Cas had made the connection in his cursebreaking days, and they’d stayed in contact throughout the years. It was much easier to conduct this kind of business abroad, but Damian didn’t need to know the details. Besides, Cas had no idea what his brother found fascinating. Cas had always enjoyed the artifacts business, but Damian tended to be repelled by anything his brother liked. So.
“Stay here for a minute.” A second after he issued the command, Cas reflected just how much Damian wouldn’t like that. Not to mention the pesky little fact that his brother also tended to ignore things he didn’t like (such as instructions or orders). “And you can choose the next location when we return to the RV,” Cas conceded. He resigned himself to spending the next leg of their time abroad in some casino, but hopefully the bribe would be enough to keep Damian here and out of trouble while Cas did some digging. He gave his brother a stern look and ducked inside a building carved straight into the bright red stone of Sela. Even with a concession like that, he’d better keep the conversation short.
DAMIAN ANDREAS KARKAROFF
[To be continued…]
Instead he let Damian munch on some pastries while he drove them towards one of his old contacts. “He doesn’t sell anything, so to speak,” Cas hedged, keeping his tone lowered while he wove in between stalls and people. “But he always has information about artifacts and his talent is connecting the right people to each other.” That was the diplomatic way to put it. In reality, the Middle Eastern market was oversaturated with fences and smugglers, but this guy was a cut above the usual amateurs. Cas had made the connection in his cursebreaking days, and they’d stayed in contact throughout the years. It was much easier to conduct this kind of business abroad, but Damian didn’t need to know the details. Besides, Cas had no idea what his brother found fascinating. Cas had always enjoyed the artifacts business, but Damian tended to be repelled by anything his brother liked. So.
“Stay here for a minute.” A second after he issued the command, Cas reflected just how much Damian wouldn’t like that. Not to mention the pesky little fact that his brother also tended to ignore things he didn’t like (such as instructions or orders). “And you can choose the next location when we return to the RV,” Cas conceded. He resigned himself to spending the next leg of their time abroad in some casino, but hopefully the bribe would be enough to keep Damian here and out of trouble while Cas did some digging. He gave his brother a stern look and ducked inside a building carved straight into the bright red stone of Sela. Even with a concession like that, he’d better keep the conversation short.
DAMIAN ANDREAS KARKAROFF
[To be continued…]
