Eurus

"Samson, come here," I ordered and like the loyal goofball he was he obeyed instantly. "What's up?" He questioned, pushing up his glasses as he looked down at my laptop. "Can you read that? The font on this website is atrociously small." I remarked, setting the laptop on my knees and laying back into the couch. He gave me a questionable look and readjusted the screen. "The font is fine, Eurie." He muttered. I paid him no mind and squinted at the bright screen of information. "Why are you looking up festival events?"

I frowned and held it closer to his face. "Just read the date!" I ordered. He snickered then fell silent as he read. "There's the summer festival starting this evening?" He offered. I smiled. Jackpot.

I slammed the laptop down and grabbed my phone eagerly flicking through the many drafts I wrote up for Florence. I had almost fifty notes asking him to the festival. I had multiple that demanded he come with me and others that just simply asked him to attend the festival. "Great now come help me pick out which message to send him," I urged, showing him my phone. "Jesus, Eurus. How many drafts do you have?" He gasped, flicking through. "Okay- wait. I'm not going to help you until you tell me why you're doing this." He crossed his hands over his chest and frowned. I scoffed but didn't respond.

"I know you don't do well with talking to other people." He hummed. I looked at him with an incredulous look. "I talk to people all the time! That's how I get what I want," I retorted. He grabbed my phone and threw it to the other side of the couch. "You know how to use people. You don't actually talk to them like they're important."

I ignored him and snatched my phone back. "He is important.." I muttered. He gasped and poked my shoulder. "I knew it! You totally have a crush!" He gasped. For once I didn't have anything to say to him. It made me feel all weird inside, almost like everything about me was turning into warm melty goo. "Don't be ridiculous. My uncle would-"

"Yeah, yeah. Your uncle would have your head if that were true.." he finished for me. He held a look of familiar pity. I ignored him and shook my head. You'd think that after all these years together he would grow accustomed to that saying but noo.

"If I told you I liked him would you help me pick out a message to send him?" I teased, waving my phone in his face some more. He hit my arm away with a smile. "Fine, but none of those will do." He offered. I scoffed, my mind immediately going back to the night before, writing all these drafts and staying up late. "What do you mean? I can right a few more if they're all too forward.." I muttered. I opened up another note, but he gently placed a hand over my screen.

"Well, the way you've talked about him for the last twenty-four hours-" I shot him a glare. "I have not talked about this guy for the last day!" I grumbled. "Yeah, okay sure." He brushed off with that stupid amused smirk. "Anyway, he seems like the guy that enjoys oral contact more."

I felt my face do something weird and I gave him a sideways look. He gasped and punched my shoulder real hard. "You're so damn childish!" He groaned as I winced and held my shoulder. "Well when you put it like that-" he held a hand up to my face. "Shut it! What I meant was he would like it more if you called him!" he seethed. My smile didn't last that long when I thought about it. Calling him would mean he could ask my questions on the spot, questions I wouldn't have time to think through.

"No, I can't." I decided. He rolled his eyes with a groan. "Eurus, your chances of getting a yes from him are much better if you call him. I know I would appreciate a call, rather than a text." He offered. I thought about it, for a second, then immediately opened my notes. There was no way I was calling him. Too many possibilities for that to go wrong.

He deflated against the couch in defeat and hopped on his phone. There were a few minutes of comfortable silence with both of us minding our own business on our phones when he began furiously tapping on my shoulder. "What is it?" I whined, recoiling back from his persistent hand. "Look at this!" He practically shoved his phone in my face and I squinted to see what he was trying to show me. I couldn't read a thing, but the image right in the middle made my eyes widen and my blood start boiling. A picture of Remus, Rian and Florence seated at restaurant faced me and I had to physically hold back from crushing his phone in my hand.

Those bastards could put my entire plan in jeopardy. They were fully capable of blowing a massive hole right in the middle, one I couldn't repair with just words. Especially Remus.

I shot you and threw my phone down on the couch as I headed straight for the door. Samson protests were heard but ignored while I stalked down the hall. I was going to make sure that Remus wasn't going to tell anything to Florence.

My mind was exploding with a different kinds of scenarios where Remus whispered something small to Florence and ruined my plans completely. He could paint me in a bad image, tell him something I've done in war- what I'm trying to achieve right now. Though I doubt he was capable of thinking of such a plan- that oaf is more muscle than he is brains. Either way, I was going to make sure he didn't do anything irrational.

I made it to his hotel room and the guards outside were instantly alerted. The snarl of their faces told me they knew who I was and the gleam in their eyes showed how much hatred they had for me. "I'm here to talk to Remus. It's urgent." I gritted out. They both chuffed, not moving. "I said I need to talk to your damn leader! You're lucky that I don't have every single one of you dense north dragons irradiated right now!" I seethed, hoping to get a reaction. I did, although it wasn't the one I was looking for. They advanced, just as the door opened. Remus stood in the doorway, looking idly at me. His guards stopped in their tracks and looked back at their leader, who flicked his head to the side. They fell back and I pushed passed them and Remus with a small tsk. Typical of nothern dragons to resort to fighting before they even opened their mouths.

"We need to talk." I said sternly, turning to him as he closed his door. I hadn't even realised that this was sort of reckless until he closed his hotel door. "Whatever you can say to me can wait until the meeting we have later." He said with that awful blank stare of his. "No, it can't. I need you to stop talking to Florence," I demanded. He rose a brow and gave me a sideways glance. His emotion-less gaze was ticking me off. "And why's that? So you can sink your manicured claws into him? I don't think so." He scoffed.

His answer made my blood boil. He was lucky there wasn't anything close enough to throw at his thick skull. "You have no idea what you're doing! Why even approach him in the first place? Was it a play to get back at me?" I seethed, balling my hand into fists. "Typical Eurus, thinking everything is about himself. I met him at Midas' party and the minute he mentioned your name I knew you were using him." He spoke calmly. No emotion, no feelings, no giveaways to what he was thinking. It was almost sickening not being able to predict him.

"I approached him because I knew he was too kind to realise your whole.. game. He deserves the respect you obviously will never give him." He stepped a little closer. "So I suggest you stop talking to him, because if you don't I'll personally see to it that he won't ever want to talk to you again," he spoke calmly, inching ever closer. "The only reason I haven't told him what you're doing is because I still don't know why. But trust me, I will find out."

He was directly standing right in front of me and even up close his eyes were void. I wanted to look away so badly, but I didn't. "This is all revenge, isn't it?" I instigated. "You're still mad that I slept with you, aren't you?" I continued, and their it was. A sign of emotion in his face. A crack in his mask. "Your trying to get back at me through Florence, that's it! Acting all high and mighty when you're doing the exact same thing I'm doing!" I scoffed and another crack appeared. "No- that's not it! I actually care about him-"

"Care about him?" I repeated in bewilderment. "You must be extremely desperate if you think he cares about you." His facade faltered completely and he stepped back. He was showing signs now, signs that told me I was close to his sad, sad well of vulnerabilities. "Now, let me ask you this, if I were to tell him that you were using him, what would you do?" I asked. He frowned and he thought about it. "I-I would obviously tell him that wasn't true-"

"Right, right. But who's word would he take? Me, someone who showered his mother and himself with gifts and an invitation to a lavish party, or a affection-starved, lonesome outcast?" I interrupted. His eyes saddened, and his shoulders slumped down. That was the last signal I needed and it told me all I needed to know. He was defeated. I pushed passed him with a satisfied smirk. "I'll show myself out." I sighed, heading for the door. I came here to warn him away from Florence but I did better. I discouraged him. Knowing Remus, he usually doesn't put up a fight when it comes to how people think of him. He either fights them to the death or never talks to them again.

I went to leave and just as I cracked opened the door I turned around. "See what happens when you try and play my game? I always win. Remember that." I hummed, leaving him to wallow in his own thoughts.

So, I know you all probably hate Eurus at this point but be easy on him ;( he'll get better I promise!

Thoughts on today's chapter? I love hearing from you guys and yes, I do read the sweet messages some of you leave me. It warms my entire core.

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