Ξ Aegon Lockridge Ξ
|| 21 YO || Manservant || Mentions: Docks(inDirectly) Castle(Directly) Suitors(inDirectly) || Whereabouts: Castle > Rooms ||
Sanctify my body with pain.
A perfect example of Aegon. A manservant of age and body, his duties include many things--and not the fun specialties. Aegon decided to stay back and clean the castle, making sure everything was in place while Vesper went to greet his suitors. He walked the castle halls with a strange stance, answering questions that were concerned for him," I'll be fine..". " I'm okay just getting shit done ". Or his infamous glaring that allows words to speak for him, his infamous " Fuck off, I'm working" glare usually does the trick. Aegon could easily be described as a confusing, piece of work with little to share about himself, he; himself would even be confused about how he presented himself. Even so, Lock wore a short-cut leather jacket, with belly jewelry that hung low, allowing its end piece to swing between his thighs, and lowered baggy pants, what was keeping those pants up and not exposing what he was packing was a mere string. Luckily Lock seemed to have control of his outfit choice, for now, his hand found its way to his hips as he stared into a room that wasn't just a mess, but seemed to lack style.
" I don't get paid enough for this shit.."
But without another word, Lock did what he normally does and started cleaning, going into each room and doing the same--until he found himself standing in the very last room a bit pleased with each result. He wondered where the other manservants were, probably clinging themselves onto Vesper like flies to a piece of leftover meat. Lock scoffed a snicker and shook his head. But who could blame them? Lock was just like that, well until he realized that love doesn't exist and only pain and suffering took the place where love festers. He found the thought of clinging to someone a bother and decided to further example why, he was too busy trying to get this damn food in the right place," If I don't see those buns in the right place, I'm going to claw your eyes out!", His tone was tranquil, yet a hint of solemnity claimed his throat.
He has hoped to be paired with another manservant to take care of all these needs, maybe even a handmaiden. Yet he felt as though he was dealing with everything himself---which he didn't mind. Remember, he "enjoys" this, like a sick twisted kink only sick, twisted people would like. Lock couldn't doubt his duties.
Even if he likes to say he's okay, in truth--Aegon would rather not be sober while doing his work; he would contemplate the thought of growing old, and then the introspection of dying would grow and spread like a rotten disease.
Thinking he had time to think about his life, Aegon now realized his whole life was wasted, and for what? To make other people comfortable, but he enjoys this.
Aegon found himself walking by an open window and gazed out into the real world, the breeze was just perfect; the weather was pleasant. But something caught his eye, just below the gatherings; he noticed specks of people by the docks and gritted his teeth--he wasn't even half done setting up everything. With his job and title on the line, he stood there glaring down at them, watching the smallest sign of them returning to the castle and seeing his many failures.
He'll be damned. Aegon would rather burn in hell for his sins to come than allow a bunch of people to judge his castle. He pulled himself away from the window and rushed to the kitchen," If you don't move your sorry asses and make sure these bastards are well-fed and stuffed, I'm going to shove my foot so far up someone's ass--" He barely finished what he was saying before having a line of cooks rushing out. His eyes followed each one, just so he knows who ass his foot will be greeting.
The brute had yet to comb through his shaggy hair, with little to no effort; he gave his curls a big shake and managed to have his hair covering his hazel eyes.
" Now I'm blind "
A mere joke between his family. Lockridge's was prone to their many inside jokes, a few Aegon could stand, and others--Aegon himself has to wish death would strike now. The most noticeable one, that anyone could detect is when Lockridge would pull the other hair in front of their eyes and assume they're blind. Normally Aegon would be the victim of this joke, once just enjoying some tea in a garden awaiting Vesper--Aegon's brother Hergon would grab his shoulders while Eudora grabbed a handful of his hair and pull it in front of his eyes--blinding the young Aegon who would usually cry.
This could be seen as a puckish manner between juveniles, but as the days went on--it became something Aegon despised. He hated being struck from behind, only to be blinded by his own hair. It was nerve-racking having to look over your shoulder each passing day--scared your sister and brother were going to attack out of nowhere. And then one day, they decided to play a little too rough with the delicate Aegon.
That day would always bedevil Aegon, he was just 18 years old, still serving Vesper and singing by the serene docks; lingering for the sunset to show its face so Aegon could be the first to witness superiority. And yes he was an irreparable sweetheart at this age. They decided it was perfect to sneak up on him while he was singing, harmonizing each note just perfectly. If Aegon could travel back in time to save himself, he would do it a million times. If only his mind told him to turn around;
" Stop singing fool and turn around! You're going to get hurt! "
Impairment was something this young man didn't think could happen, he was a gullible 18-year-old with high hopes, oh how so much has changed. Hergon and Eudora have to have coordinated this shit, there was no way this just happened; now that Aegon considered more about this thought, he was convinced this wasn't just kids being kids.
His eyes stared into the open thought, he could see it happening all over again as if he could reach and touch his old self the self that would smile and dream peacefully. The self didn't just think this was a job but a chance to find love within the walls of this castle. Oh, how he missed that young man, the type to joke and never would hide his feelings. The type of young man he used to be, a fun; open and stress-free version of Aegon. He stared across the kitchen and noticed he was the only one staring into the past, he stepped closer and clenched his jaw; even if he could change the past--what would become of his family bond?
He stared back up, and as the young man was blinded by the sunset arising and the hope things were going too well; Eudora and Hergon had other plans.
" He's too near the docks, we should just leave him alone ", Hergon spoke.
" He'll be fine, plus he looks weird just standing there"
Eudora was the type of girl who bonded with guys more than girls. She was the type to be seen as " one of the guys". Her long black hair was pulled into a styled diadem, while her flower crown lay peacefully on her head. Even at a young age, she annoyed almost everyone with her tricks and jokes. And not the funny jokes, these jokes were harmful and rude--she had no boundaries set as a child; Cryus was always denying she was his--and Piper would try her best to raise a lady. But to no help, Eudora started to act out and hung around a bad crowd.
Eudora's steps were careful and slow, while Hergon's steps were unsure and wary. Did he know?
He knew!
As the young Aegon stopped his harmonizing, the only sound left in the air was four different sounds--from three different people. It happened so fast--Hergon blinded Aegon with his own hair, and the first sound was his laughter. The second sound was Aegon growling, the third was Eudora shoving Aegon forward, and well the last sound belonged to Aegon.
Being shoved body first into the cold shivering waters was never a kink Aegon had, blinded by his hair-- and never learning how to swim; the sound was a dreaded screech, a pleading one to be correct. And as everything unfolded, Neg--Aegon cat came dashing from the corner hearing their owner screeching, the cat only paused and stared into the water meowing and snarling loudly, as Eudora watched in horror as Hergon dived into the deep dampness for his brother.
Eudora could have easily saved Aegon, she was the best swimmer; but she froze in her place--as if everything she has ever done finally had a cruel meaning. The only thing she did was stand frozen in shock as if she was the one facing the fear of drowning.
All Aegon remembers or chooses to remember due to the amount of stress and trauma that one bright morning brought him, was Hergon moving his hair from his eyes and reassuring him, but that's not what really happened--what really happened was Hergon yelling at Eudora, calling her a crazy witch and how easily she could have murdered the only Lockridge who had a chance at happiness.
Eudora's response was crueler than intended on being," One less Lockridge to disappoint father,"
Aegon's eyes showed signs of life again, he shook the feeling and smiled as Neg rubbed against his leg," Let's go finish",
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Aegon's life wasn't always a menace, he would only complain about the mess and the attendance but otherwise, he usually kept his mouth shut. He would rather form or engage in a conversation--not because he was scared too, no. He would just get bored and decided it's best to just listen rather than contribute much. He's easily seen as quiet, the type to get the job done, all business with no pleasure. A bit of a sack really, but what's there to do now that he's an adult? He's the type of man now that wants to settle down, have kids--marry some pretty thang. Flirting doesn't come easy when you're as blunt and as ready to just the broom as Aegon.
Aegon's life is somewhat broad, he's always wanted to be something more--and this is as real as he'll ever get; in truth, he was hoping to charm a royal and see how that goes; but finding the time to scheme and plot was a bit much from someone who used to believe in true love rather than true scoring. But that's a promise that he'll be one of the greatest.
A Lockridge will always find a way, or so his father says. Aegon's relationship status with his father is ghastly scarring. Aegon might have been blessed with his father's good looks and perfect body posture; but that was never good enough for Cryus Lockridge, the blah blah of the blah blah. Who gives a flying fuck where Cryus originated from; all the information about him to know is that he's a vicious piece of shit. A careless father who has favorites. The thought f his mother--Piper having another Lockridge with this man, sickens Aegon. Another disappointment cursed by their last name. But Hope Lockridge would be different, she would be better than them. She would bring what her name means to their family. Hope was just an infant, so Aegon only saw her once--and that was when Piper was expecting. He's never seen his mother so happy, not even when she was pregnant with Eudora who would act out against the new arrival. Hergon was content with Hope's appearance, the bastard was a shell that couldn't be damaged.
Walking the castle halls awaiting on the suitors, Aegon adjusted his outfit and placed a sweet smile on his face; wondering if the suitors would love an encore or a psalm. He wanted them as comfortable as possible. Especially for Vesper, the thought of letting him down couldn't be visualized by Aegon; he wanted the prince to smile, even if it was just a little snicker. Proving himself was never a thought to be formed, Aegon just loved his job; it would open a vast door to meet his soulmate.
And at last, the day has come, a room filled with people who would hear his voice; a vast amount of people to harmonize too, his chorale would impress them. He took a glance around and went to finish getting ready.
Summer 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
