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Izel Asteriam
Friday, December Sixth. 12:32 PM
Izel’s calves and thighs burned with exhaustion as he climbed what seemed like the tenth flight of stairs. He was going through this unwanted labour to deliver an important message to the prominent Councilor Isaac Milton in his office.
Sadly, Izel was almost used to this kind of exercise. It was about three times every week that he had to climb these stairs. God, he wished they had installed an elevator in this place…
He huffed and puffed as he reached the top of the stairs. The steel double doors loomed in front of him on the platform. He stood up straight and adjusted his jacket as he approached the doors. He sighed as he swung his bag around for his key card.
Every freaking week… ugh. Izel thought. He pressed the card that held every ounce of his information onto the lock.
Wrrrrrr, click! The door unlocked and slowly swung inward with a loud groan. The sound that was probably the most annoying to Izel.
Seriously, they need to oil the hinges on these things…
Izel grumbled as he walked into the room. He lifted his eyes and searched the perimeter for any suspicious people or things. Only for his eyes to land on a… uhh… rather odd scene. He stopped dead in his tracks.
Councillor Isaac was standing by his desk, but he was not alone. Councillor Anatoliy Sasha was sitting on Sir Isaac’s desk. The two were, not surprising to Izel, making out. Izel took a moment to process the sight. He was mostly surprised that the two men did not hear him walk in. The doors creaked like an old grandma’s bones and he allegedly walked like a clydesdale.
“Well,” Izel spoke up finally, his voice ringing out inside the room. The two councillors jumped a mile into the air and were four feet away from each other in a nanosecond. Izel snickered.
“Izel! Wha- you- since- when did you get here?” Isaac stammered nervously. Izel almost got second hand embarrassment from this man. Izel jokingly checked his imaginary watch on his wrist.
“Ohhh… long enough to confirm my thoughts that you two are very gay,” Izel sang as he pranced up and set a letter on the ivory desk. Anatoliy grumbled a Russian curse before crossing his arms.
“I zo not believ zhat ve have veen zhat obviouz…” he mumbled. Izel held back a snort. He danced around the desk in a carefree manner. He had no worries in this office. He had known Councillor Isaac for a while. Plus, Isaac had made it rather clear that Izel was welcome to be himself here. Isaac launched a glare at Izel when the blond came dancing around to his side of the desk.
“Oh, please. All your letters are very evident. Also, you can’t hide anything from me. You should know that,” Izel announced as he grabbed an ink pen and twirled it around in his hand.
“You’ve vead my letters?” Anatoliy snipped, putting his hands on his hips, his curly brown hair falling in his eyes. Isaac placed a hand on Anatoliy’s thigh and spoke something to him. Izel only heard ‘best if you go.’ Which was probably why he stood from the desk and made his way towards the door.
“Dam- I mean, dang. He didn’t even give you a goodbye kiss. I’m disappointed,” Izel hummed as he set the pen down again.
“What do you need, Izel?” Isaac asked, annoyed. Izel smirked menacingly. In all honesty, he came in here just to deliver a message and carry on with his job, but now he felt the urge to antagonize the crap out of Isaac.
“Oh, nothing, really. Just wanting to know how long this has been going on,” Izel said as he leaned on the desk. Isaac’s cheeks flushed and he turned away. His hands clasped behind his back as he walked towards the floor to ceiling window looking out over the city.
“It is nothing to you.”
“I always knew you were fruity,” Izel snorted at the same time. He had never seen Isaac’s head turn so fast. It scared Izel a bit. He held his hands up in surrender as he jumped out of his skin. “Kidding, kidding…” he added cautiously, and Isaac’s head turned back to the window.
The two were silent for a moment. Izel had taken this as his que to leave, but Isaac had other plans.
“Izel, wait.”
Izel waited.
The councillor turned his back to the window and approached his desk. Izel had no idea what he was going to do. Maybe lecture him, or throw a cup at him like when he first started his job.
Instead, Isaac pulled open a drawer and took out a cream colored envelope. It was sealed with a large blue emblem of the Councillor of North America.
“I need you to deliver this to someone,” Isaac proposed. Laughter bubbled up in Izel’s throat.
“You had to think about it? Who is it to, like… an Miribaal soldier? Please-” Izel started, but he was cut off by Isaac.
“It is not to a Miribaal soldier. But, it is to someone in the Miribaal section,” Isaac confirmed, his voice sounding strained and tense. Izel’s hazel eyes widened. Deliver a message to someone in… the Miribaal section? He doubted he could even get into the barrack without dying, and Izel, personally, wanted to live.
“But, sir-” Izel stuttered. He had never done something like that before. Didn’t he need to get special training in order to get into the Miribaal base? “Do you really expect me to be able to do that?” Izel questioned. A trickle of sweat ran down his forehead. Councillor Isaac nodded and handed the letter to Izel.
“Yes, he and I have been discussing a likely peace treaty… I need you to give this to Emissary Uranos Stelimah,” Isaac explained. Izel’s trembling hands took hold of the letter and stashed it into his pack.
“An emissary…” Izel breathed. Dread and worry filled his body. He wasn’t qualified for this. He’d get killed.
“The boy is not only the emissary. But, in all honesty, I do think you’ll get through safely. After all, the duke’s son does have a heart.”
Izel’s hopes did not drop, but they did not rise, either.