the royal blue timeline
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Chaos snaps his fingers together triumphantly. "You see, I know your type too; you're a noble, but you're just not treated like it. With little to no power outside of diplomacy, you like to bask in every opportunity to use your honeyed tongue. You think it gives you value. . . which I don't disagree with. You're good at these little mind games, but you don't like the chase as much as the reward, do you?"
"An endeavor isn't with it if there isn't something to be gained by doing it." Daryl nods along. "That's where we differ, Chaos. The destination and the journey are not of equal or similar value to me.
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Daryl stays beside Chaos during Project Tír na nÓg, for better or worse.
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- Part 1 of the royal blue timeline
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Daryl slowly puts out a hand to touch the tabletop of his desk. "You're a mentalist?"
"Or maybe I just understand you like they don't."
"Is that right?" Daryl taps the tabletop playfully. "You forget where we are and who we are. What would an idealist terrorist have in common with a king?"
"We both like whiskey." Chaos takes a swig of the drink, tempting Daryl to ask for his own glass. "That's a conversation point."
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Daryl and Chaos concoct a scheme of sorts.
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- Part 2 of the royal blue timeline
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The hand runs from his forehead to his cheek, stroking his jaw with calloused fingertips. Odd as it is, Daryl's foreign to this type of soft affection, so he finds himself tilting his head sleepily into the palm of the hand so that it's unknown owner holds him with delicacy.
"Ohoho," comes the reply, husk, quick, and familiar, "you like that?"
Daryl slowly cracks an eyelid and, laying on his side as he is, comes face to face with beautiful yellow eyes, a beautiful mop of grey-like blonde hair, and pretty little blue lips set against an even prettier blue face.
"Chaos. . ?"
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Daryl and Chaos start to chart their future.
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- Part 3 of the royal blue timeline
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Ky puts his hands on his hips. "Our positions can't help who we love, Daryl. It's our heart that makes the choice."
"So what? You suggest that I just open up and tell everyone that I'm with a fucking criminal?"
"If you told me his name, maybe-"
"Happy Chaos," Daryl's eye contact with his blonde friend doesn't waver, not even as he observes how he reacts to the name.
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Daryl learns how to share his burdens.
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- Part 4 of the royal blue timeline