i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

The animosity between the two stallions was palpable, even in that air so filled with death. That raging testosterone, that need for domination, it was clear to him, at that singular moment, that the two creatures would need to be left in check. If he should ever put a rider on the black Barb, it would not be done lightly. His lips pressed together in a tight line as he but briefly considered how to keep the pair in check, when the need arose and yet, Alexander hardly allowed himself to dwell upon it long. After all, it would hardly do for Frost to catch wind of that plan before those necessary details had finalized themselves. Even Matteo's premonitions could hardly be regarded as an absolute truth. His thoughts instead refocused upon that warm shower he so desperately sought as that thick, cold rain soaked through the layers of his clothes. His hand pressed upon the stallion's withers, altogether aware that the simple action would surely catch Frost's attention. That foreleg rose readily though whether or not it was habitual or he had actually succeeded in refocusing the assertive equine remained to be seen. It hardly mattered at that moment, as he lifted himself onto the ivory creature's back.

That simple statement that the Immortals would undoubtedly return to tell the Council what he had done hardly flustered the Macedonian King in the slightest. Rather, his head dipped in a small nod of acknowledgment towards that salute he was given before his feet prodded lightly at the stallion's side, coaxing Frost to turn altogether. Their task tonight, after all, was over. He's inevitable new station within the Council's cavalry would be a fight for another evening. He freely urged the stallion forward, the Dark Hunter unconcerned with preserving the Draft's strength now that their battle was over. Quite on the contrary, he allowed the stallion to do as he pleased, entirely assured the horse would see them home and out of that awful storm that tore at him. For several miles there was naught but silence between the pair as Alexander focused himself on assisting their navigation through that forest, keeping those tree branches with dutiful care away from that side that brought Frost such fright. In fact, it wasn't until they had cement underfoot again that the stallion's thought bled so fiercely into his mind and yet he could only shake his head ever so slightly. For all Frost's perception, he could be so short-sighted.

"I am well aware they will tell the Council, Frost. You forget who I am, and how long I've lived. I've helped reshape that very organization with bloodshed more than once, boy. They will not rise against me." In that singular fact, Alexander was entirely certain. After all, he had already put in that paperwork to make his intentions clear. They would overlook his role as usurper if this meant the Dark Hunter would once again take up active duty. He was nothing short of effective against those hordes of the vile otherworldly. They would attempt to harness it and use him in the same fashion that they had dozens of times before, and like always, he would allow it until a greater interest crossed his path. That inquiry as to what he said, however, prompted little more than a small shrug upon his shoulders. That answer, he was sure, would be rather dull in comparison to what Frost might expect. "I asked him where your coin was. And promised him his death, this time." That inquiry alone had been enough to prompt the Persian's thoughts on that coin, thoughts that led to its whereabouts, while the latter had merely been for his own self-satisfaction.

He fell silent as Frost's pace increased, that brush of warm that so enveloped their form was appreciated and yet, it hardly helped with that discomfort associated with the wetness of his clothes or the mud that caked his boots. Frankly, he had never been more thankful than to see the cold, quiet facade of the Inner Sanctum, that cafe was a welcomed sight. He slid off of the stallion's back as Frost came to a stop before those doors. His hand fished for those keys in the deep pockets of that coat, fiddling with the locks while the man behind him shifted back into that human form. "The shower is upstairs. Soap is on the second to the top shelf." He responded simply over his shoulder as he stepped into that cafe, kicking those boots off before he stepped forward and onto those pristine floors. Alexander wordlessly fetched that towel, leaving the naked man in the rain for several moments longer before he returned with that dark-colored towel in hand. He watched as Frost cleaned off his feet, the King determined to ensure they would scarcely leave a mark. After all, he hardly wanted to spend the rest of his evening cleaning the cafe after the warhorse.

It was only once he was certain, that he allowed Frost inside, the Dark Hunter gesturing briefly towards that loft upstairs. The Dark Hunter busied himself in those moments Frost disappeared within his bathroom with peeling those wet layers off of his skin, that washer machine loaded with the dirty towel, that soaked shirt upon his back, and his socks. The coat and shoes were left before the fireplace before it too was prodded to life. By the time Frost emerged from the heat of that bathroom, Alexander found himself near longing for that cleanliness that bathroom could offer him. Alexander offered Frost but a mere grunt in response to the were's comment of waiting downstairs before he stepped into that tiled bathroom. Those clothes were shed all too quickly as the Dark Hunter turned that water back on and yet, he hardly immediately jumped into its warmth. Rather, the man fished that medallion from his pocket, turning that age-old coin over in his hands several times, committing that object to his unforgettable memory. For a moment, he regarded that coin with intrigued, only for Alexander to place it on the vanity in favor of that heat that near radiated from that glass shower.

It was sometime later that he was finally coaxed to venture from that heat and back down the stairs of the cafe, dressed and with that amulet in hand. His bright blue-green gaze shifted towards the man settled in that armchair with a near-empty plate. Someone had found the cake. Still, there was hardly a chastise on his lips as he made his way behind that bar, seeking the warmth of a hot beverage. That simple, commanding statement saw his gaze rise slowly from that water he was boiling and yet, for a moment, he simply watched Frost in curious contemplation. He was hardly oblivious to that near callousness the stallion offered him at that moment, the sort of which he hadn't received from the were in quite a long while. Still, a deal was a deal and Frost had done his part. He tossed that coin easily over the counter and towards the fellow, only for his attention to turn back towards that now awaiting mug. A tea bag was fitted easily over the edge before he poured that hot water, "Put the plate away before you leave. I've cleaned up after you enough tonight." He responded in a decidedly deadpan voice. Whether or not Frost decided to stay was his own choice and yet, for tonight, he would allow the steed to simply think their contract had ended.