Family and Honor

[demikara]

Milo huffed and kissed on of his husband's hands. "I should not, perhaps, but it is an honor for me to pay for you, habibi. You are my husband. It's a little thing." and in his mind, it was. "The law says 50 years regardless, mi Marido." He smiled, trying to sooth his love by using his love's language, however clumsy his accent was. "Besides, your job will be, very shortly, to, hm, kill Carmillians, I believe."

[Tyliana]

At that, he did grin. "And what is to say I cannot take their money when they die? To the winner, si?" He calmed slightly, resting on the edge of the table. "So. What are our duties to the Draconia Court?" He still couldn't get past saying it in Spanish. Oh well.

[demikara]

Milo shrugged. "We advise Balto. He'll likely put me in charge of something, and you in time, though, ah, for now just me." Meaning he was likely to pull double duty on it, but what would be, would be. He smiled up to his husband, pleased. "We are to follow the laws, and keep those below us in line, essentially, especially those that report to us."

[Tyliana]

Aequitas nodded, thinking on it. "If he works you too hard, you will let me take on some of it, si? I do not like it when you come home and have no energy left." And not just for the obvious, Kara. Get the mind out of the gutter!

He grinned, then, and looked down at the paperwork. "And all this?"

[demikara]

"Of course, habibi." He agreed easily. "As for this? This is my own businesses and my own work." He got much of it done while his love slept, choosing to take only brief naps to keep his energy up. "The bars, which you already know of. The work just spilled over tonight." Owning a business could be time consuming even if he hated it. "Balto's business I keep on the red laptop, away from everything else. He is still delegating as Father did for now though, so theres little of it."

[Tyliana]

He nodded in understanding. Still, it seemed like a lot of work, even if Milo was used to it. "And how do you have any time for sleep, Milo?" He swore his husband had slept last night, but if he was always as busy as this, perhaps not. "And is there anything I can do to help?"

[demikara]

Milo hesitated. "I sleep." He assured his love. "I sleep next to you when you fall asleep in the mornings, don't I?" He was just very rarely there when his love woke, often already awake and having handled some work.

[Tyliana]

He frowned slightly. "But not when I awaken. Are you sleeping enough? I worry, mi amore." He looked to the paperwork again. It could have been in Greek, for all it made sense to him.

[demikara]

"Not when you awaken." He admitted and sighed, kissing his loves palm. "I shall see what I can split off for you. A bit more sleep would be welcome." He could function without it, but life was much more pleasant when he did not have to, and he had not slept well since his parents' deaths. The vampire sighed. "do not worry love. You are here for me and I know it. It makes life sweeter."

[Tyliana]

He nodded and gently rest a hand on his husband's. It was unlikely that he'd understand most of it, but he would try his hardest. His sister was more likely to understand any of it than he was. "Bueno. Now... anything more about the Draconia I should know about?"

[demikara]

Milo considered things. "Ah. You are, hm, third in line, should Balto pass without actually siring someone. Which looks more and more possible. It goes me, then Brandon, then you. Brandon, will turn down anything to do with the court. He hates us all. All it truly means is that other vampires, even those much older, are likely to listen to you." He grinned wickedly. "And perhaps that Balto will tweak the council's nose and replace the current representative with you. But that...that is unlikely." However hilarious it would be for his love to be on the Unseen Council.

[Tyliana]

He barked out a laugh, thankful that he hadn't been drinking his coffee. "Dios Mios! On the council? While killing the Mafioso? What a scandal that would be, si?" The thought was almost appealing. "So, if Brandon were to meet la muerta, and you... I do not even wish to think of such possibilities."

[demikara]

"Brandon meets la muerta on a daily basis and kisses her cheeks." Milo grumbled. "Not that we knew until after mother and father died. He apparently returns his necromancy, a fact he hid. And you on the council." He grinned at the others laugh. "That I do wish to see." Perhaps he could nudge Balto along that path.

[Tyliana]

"They would hate me, Milo. I am still so young. A niño, compared to them." He grinned again. "It would be fun to keep them on their toes."

[demikara]

"It would be a major insult. I would love every second of it." He grinned, flashing fang. "Do you have any other questions, love? About the court?" He'd answer them as best he could, of course. He knew a good deal about them and knew perfectly well how to answer anything his love needed to know. He was well versed in the court after all. It had been necessary for his survival at one point and now was worth even more. Just because he had been a Zara didn't mean that he had always been such. Father was his father and his sire yes, but in two very separate ways. As far as Milo was concerned he and Toki had been proof that dhampirs could be turned. Mother had never known the truth and now...now never would.

It was for the best. As much as he adored his parents, Mother had lost his common sense and Father had been oblivious to it. Besides, now he had his love to think of, so a gentler court than that would be welcome. Aequitas deserved the best as far as Milo was concerned. The very best. And that meant a court led by Balto, who was much saner than their parents.