He defended his position for weeks, long enough for the fleet in pursuit of the Black Phoenix to land, ending the uprising. His cousins and nephews and uncles and aunts own property—they have owned vast amounts of land, they finance, they assume power roles in the government—they are Bulls to be reckoned with.
Yet, even a Bull is cautious to those with great power. Where the might of Taurus has broken enemies with weapons and will, the Magus have dissolved laws—the laws that were assumed in place of the universe. They bend and warp matter, they pull from the unstable and the disharmonious and control it, mold it into their creations for their own purposes.
Thus, he found it difficult to engage his step children due to their background. He did not wish to maintain a cautious distance, and desired to show affection for them, but some take the death of a father quite harshly—sometimes memories cannot be replaced.
“How are you, angel?” Paxennto gently took Cecilia under his arm.
“Fine, father,” she welcomed his gesture warmly.
“Hungry, I presume?”
She nodded.
"Come now. I’m sure your brother would be happy to bring you to the Dinery. I hear they have viola berries and those hot, buttered rolls you love so much,” he pinched her cheek with his pointer and middle finger, then looked upon his step son.
The dynamic between the two males was vastly different. Notions and past memories flurried about in their facial expressions as the two looked at one other—Marcus’s stare was taut—he was quite keen on the fact that Paxennto was not his father. Out of respect, he moderates the unease in his relationship with the Senator. Nonetheless, both were sincere and honorable, and conscious of the matters at stake that transcended their skewered bond.
“Can you do this for me, Marcus?"
The stepson's expression softened faintly—yet his words remained stone. He nodded, and knelt a proper Sun Walker kneel to his superior. “Of course, father.”
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