The Lords against DJ

DJ in the Trouble

Yael returned to the Haven state mansion after an unfruitful discussion with lord Ezekiel, and found a frisky appearing Nyxara welcoming him at the front porch. The right hand looked thoroughly entertained, cheeks lifted up in peak engrossment and demeanour showcasing a mischievous brat, as she ambled towards the lord, holding a piece of quality information. Perhaps, the courage to surface the friendly side in front of the lord emerged from the pleading boy and his hysterical cries earlier, a hint of masked emotions that failed to conceal the disappointment in DJ's voice for himself, for he made the lord worried for him.

Seeing right through those painful tears, Nyxara felt the deep connection both DJ and Yael had developed over the time of their company together. Long, lingering gaze to the soft tones, utter shyness to the visible protectiveness and above all was the confrontation that Yael had played against his father—disrespect and insubordination—just for the sake of the boy. She registered the facts, DJ and Yael would deny, and smiled to herself once her calculations resulted in the form of tender passion, both younger and the older in the matter reserved for each other.

Was it love?.....she couldn't tell/stamp it.....but there was something superior than just attraction and Nyxara held to that for dear life.

Meanwhile, Yael approached Nyxara in two long strides, a dark frown on his face told the story of his meeting and the concern in his eyes was expectant of another problem.

"What's the matter?.... Is he okay?" Yael asked with a tough breath, waiting for a positive reply, but his bothered tone only solidified Nyxara's theory, making her smile involuntarily.

"He is fine, sire....nothing to worry about", she told Yael, grinning widely, while she watched Yael's reaction carefully. The lord sighed in relief and rubbed a hand over his face, he then raised an inquiring brow and Nyxara stopped smiling right away.

"Then why did you send me the urgent code? What's going on?" Yael asked sharply, eyes dark and voice brimming with annoyance, and Nyxara quickly noticed the lord surfacing. She shifted on her feet, now aware of Yael's eyes observing her keenly, as she breathed in to prepare the news wriggling in her mind.

"The boy has been asking for you the minute you left the mansion, sire..." She began expertly while Yael watched her as creases of unease started to form on his forehead "He wants to talk to you about the mess at the club, wants to apologise", she briefly explained what DJ told her when he cried a river of sorrow and pain at Yael's back. The detective felt trapped in a way, closed in a suffocating box, once he discerned that Yael wasn't interested in his apologies, nor was he indulging in the risky adventures of the boy.

The lord was simply mad, mad at DJ for not following orders and mad at his condition retrieved from his supposed professional undertakings.

"DJ is emotionally struggling sire, he's been through a lot..." Nyxara placed another update, in hopes of getting a sympathetic, if not positive response from the older, but the latter was all aware of such aftermath of DJ and his mental struggles, long from the time of their deadly journey towards Malia.

"A little comfort can—

Nyxara started again, voice shifting towards suggestion, when Yael glared at her and effectively shut her up and her fast brain in an instant. Nyxara didn't cross the line for what she tried to do; however, Yael wasn't appreciative of suggestions when his mind was cooked up in advance and the lord was on the verge of murdering a body or two to release his stress. The right hand was aware of that very attribute of the lord and so she understood the harshness without delay.

"Apologies, Sire," she muttered, nervous but hopeful to get away this time, as she bowed and Yael breathed in to calm himself. Ezekiel's illicit demands had already hammered Yael's logical thinking and upon that were DJ's hiccups whirring in his mind, turning the lord into a ticking bomb.