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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 17, 2009 12:24:44 GMT -5
She fell silent to let him talk, not actually having expected as full an answer as he was giving her. But by the sound of it he hadn't told this story to many people - who knew, perhaps she was even the first, and she scowled faintly as his grip on the reins grew tighter, wondering if having this conversation on a moving, potentially skittish horse was such a good idea after all. But then he had already started to speak, and she didn't want to interrupt him. His story was tragic, from both sides, though she couldn't help put pull a rather disgusted face when he mentioned eating another creature's heart. That was a gory detail he might have wanted to leave out, but it was already in her head now. Bleh.
Lexie wasn't all that sure what to feel when he had finished his story, and she also gazed out into the darkness as they rode, staying quiet to think. After what he'd said and what he'd done, by all accounts people should consider Kevay a malevolent, albeit irresistable monster, but she couldn't find it in her to hate him. It wasn't as though he'd gone and told this Lady Jayne to kill herself... it was just quid quo pro in his eyes - an eye for an eye, a broken heart for a broken heart. "You didn't really hate her..." she murmured eventually, the forest becoming more dense around them now as they moved deeper into the eastern road. "If you did we'd not be going to Villefleur." she shrugged, moving her hand to rest it slightly on his arm that was around her waist.
"Either way, sounds like a necromancer to me... I dunno much about magic, but the only way she could have come back is through necromancy. And even then I don't think you'd really like what she came back as..." she wrinkled her nose, and sighed. "But I suppose that doesn't really matter, huh? If you have to see her, you have to see her. Should only be a day or so till we get to Villefleur if we're on horseback..." she was talking for the sake of it now, but she felt the need to fill the silence Kevay had left after his story, or rather the need to change the subject slightly.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 17, 2009 14:25:59 GMT -5
"I don't know why I'm doing this...just am." He admitted to Lexie before falling quiet, not listening to her as she tried to work out what was happening. He didn't really care how they brought her back, but if she was there...he had to see her. He couldn't explain why, but he just had to see her. It wasn't as though he wanted to apoligize...or maybe he did, but seeing her alive after so long...it would make him feel a little less like a monster. He had no idea what he would do, or say, when he got there. Plus, it was a trap...it was definatly a trap...and he was taking Lexie with him into this trap. Argh, he really hadn't thought this through, had he? Maybe he should dump her somewhere in Villefleur and tell her to wait for him so that he could go on his own? But...he didn't want to go on his own. Blast, he was such a coward.
He didn't speak much for the rest of the journey, falling into his own thoughts, his scowl rarely leaving his features. They reached Villefleur just as it was starting to drop dark again, Kevay pulling the reigns to make the horse slow down a little, looking down at Lexie. "I'm paying for you a room in the inn. If I'm not back by morning I'll leave you money and you can get a horse or a carriage back to Avoir." He told her with a nod, his tone leaving no room for arguement. He may be walking straight into a trap, but he certainly wasn't going to allow her to get hurt.
The horses hooves clattered on the cobblestones as they entered the village. It wasn't as big or grand as Avoir, but it was quaint. A collection of well looked after cottages, all close together, as it to ward off the darkness of the surrounding fields. The mansion was up on the top of a hill, looming over the village. He didn't like the looks of it. It was too dark and a little run down...the perfect place for a trap. Ugh, if he had to do this couldn't the setting be a little more original?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 17, 2009 14:53:37 GMT -5
His silence unnerved Lexie, more than if he had actually voiced his thoughts. She didn't quite know what to say to break the ice; she doubted that anything would manage to lift the scowl from his features... well, one thing. But they'd have to get to Villefleur and sort that out before anything else. She'd given herself time to think as they rode as well, time to take in everything that Kevay had said to her and to come to terms with it. And although that strange, giddy little feeling of being around him hadn't subsided in the slightest (it was quite exausting to feel like that for over a day, actually), she still felt a little better about knowing just why it happened. He was Cupid, as weird as it still sounded to her. But at least there was an answer for it.
She looked up as they arrived in Villefleur, smiling tiredly and watching the sun sink down over the horizon. She'd fallen asleep some time in their ride the previous night, settling back to rest against Kevay and pretend they weren't on a moving horse, but she'd come to the obvious conclusion that horses were very. VERY. Uncomfortable. And after almost a complete twenty-four hours ride she couldn't wait to get off it. If she could walk. Her back hurt and everything ached, but she really hoped she could still walk. "...What...?" she looked up as he spoke, so surprised to hear his voice that at first she wasn't really sure what it was he'd said. But she frowned a little when his words sank in, and she reached over him to tug the reins gently to make the horse stop.
"We've come all the way here, though..." she yawned, choosing not to argue about staying at an inn... she'd find away around that later. "Least I can do for you is to wait until you come back. I'll worry if I don't know you're okay." She wasn't quite sure whether that statement had come from the unavoidable charm that Kevay gave off, or because she really was concerned about him. She chose not to really think about that at this moment in time, she just had to get off this damned horse. Without a word, she gently removed his arm from around her waist and slipped down from the stallion, the bells on her clothes jingling merrily as she landed (although they conflicted with the hushed oaths Lexie was muttering to herself) and she sighed as she stretched her stiff muscles. Oh, never again. She'd forgotten how difficult horse-riding was.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 17, 2009 15:42:15 GMT -5
Kevay was suffering from the same discomfort as Lexie, though he wasn't lucky enough to get to dismount yet. He wasn't walking up that hill, he wasn't even sure that his legs were still working. Maybe they should have stopped to rest sometime during the day? Oh well, they were there now and that was all that mattered.
"Here." He murmured as he pulled his money pouch from his belt and dropping it down into her hands. It was heavy, and quiet obviously full, yet he didn't seem to notice how much he had given her. "The inn will probably be in the main square. Would you like me to come with you, or will you be alright? It only early evening so you should be safe enough." He nodded, though he wasn't looking at her, he was gazing up at the mansion, obviously distracted. "But I can still walk with you. In little towns people can tend to be...odd." He added as his gaze flickered back to her.
"Don't wait for me too long...'cause if I'm not back by morning then something bad probably happened. If something bad happens you might want to get out of Villefleur before you're seduced by some ugly, old magician." He smirked faintly at that comment, though that didn't last for very long. "But...seriously...if things go bad I'll be running, so you should too."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 17, 2009 16:12:02 GMT -5
Lexie let out a surprised little squeak as she caught his money pouch, the weight of the thing actually making her stagger slightly. What the-- how much did he have in the thing!? She looked in the direction of the main street and the town square at the news that she should go and find and inn, and she gazed up at him to smile faintly when she realised he was completely distracted by the mansion. "I think I'll be alright, Kevay... you go and to what you gotta do. I've been in little towns before. The people have their ways, but they can't resist my adorable charms for long." she flashed him a bright smile.
She was faintly reassured by his smirk, that the carefree, flamboyant person she'd met in Avoir was still in there somewhere, he was just... momentarily distracted by something. "Seduced by some crusty old mage? I don't think so. After being seduced by you my standards are a little higher than some nasty old man." she assured him with a light laugh and a wink, stepping back from the horse so he could get on his way to... doing whatever he was going to do. And the sooner they separated, the sooner she could dash off to the inn, get a room, change and sneak off after him. It seemed like a good idea right now, anyway.
"Be careful, 'kay?" she told him with a smirk, "And if you'll be running, then I'll make sure to not be far behind. Or at the very least hiding in some rich person's mansion were they can't find me." she nodded, before setting off down the street towards the inn. It was a weird feeling, stepping out of his little aura of charmingness and the constant lightheadedness as though you were about to swoon at any moment. Everything suddenly felt nastily heavy, and real. She already missed being around him. Damn that Cupid.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 17, 2009 17:15:17 GMT -5
He smiled to her weakly and nodded as she said that she would be alright. "Alright then, if you are sure." He nodded, leaning over to ruffle up her hair up before turning the horse around. "I don't think they'd come after you, I just didn't want you hanging around here waiting for me." He told her, as though he expected that would reassure her, casting her a wave now. "Don't worry about me, I can run like Hell when I want to." He added and winked to her before urging the horse into a trot. Truth be told, he wasn't sure himself that he would be able to make his legs move fast enough to run, but he had to act confident.
On the ride up to the mansion he focused on banishing his brooding thoughts and tugging his usual, arrogant exterior back into place. He did sort of...fall off the horse when he got there, his legs not working and crumpling under him when they hit the ground. He got up quickly though, brushing the dirt from his clothes and stretching his legs to get the feeling back into them before moving to stride into the mansion. He had no idea what was waiting for him, and he might not end up walking back out again...but Jayne was in there...he had to at least try.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 17, 2009 17:40:51 GMT -5
Lexie did hope that Kevay would be alright, ignoring the looks of interest from the people as she passed them that she would usually have reacted to with a smile and a cheerful hello. She just wasn't in the mood right now, and she was determined that he WOULD be alright. Even if she had to be there to make sure of it. Which was why she moved rather quickly through the streets until she came to the inn he'd said would probably be there, skidding inside and quickly paying for a room for the night. In seconds she found herself in a quaintly decorated room, locking Kevay's overly heavy money pouch in one of the drawers and searching the wardrobe for any clothes less bright than her own. She didn't know if she'd find any, but came into luck and discovered a pleated red skirt and a white blouse... thing that looked like they'd fit.
Okay, so these clothes obviously belonged to someone that wasn't her, someone who'd left them there accidentally and would be hoping to come back and find them (probably), but that didn't matter to her as she undid the ribbons from her hair and took out the bells to let the honey blonde curls tumble down her back. Admittedly without her trickster clothes she felt much less like herself, and even though her odd eye colour and strange, almost-Hagakarinese features drew attention, it just didn't feel right. On the plus side, she did appear much older. But that didn't feel right either. Blargh. Going barefoot because the only shoes she had on her person were the curled jester slippers with the bells, she hurriedly locked the door, slipped the key into her pocket and disappeared down the stairs.
Getting to the mansion was a lot tougher on foot than it would have been on a horse (bloody Kevay, stealing their transport) but she was happy, really, for the walk. She didn't know if her legs could take another horse-ride. She picked her way up the trail to the mansion with caution, ducking under leafy trees in the growing darkness and tilting her head at the twinkling lights in the mansion when she spotted them. Someone was actually home there? She arrived not long after Kevay had gotten there, just in time to see the horse try to wander off (she tethered it to the fence pole outside in case they needed it later) and slowly, carefully approached the doors.
All of the lights in the mansion were on, although it was dusty and derelict, and the candle flames cast eerie shadows on the cobwebs and illuminated the caked dust on the mirrors. The brightest of the lights, however, seemed to be coming from a hall near the centre of the mansion, undoubtedly where the various parties and balls and the like would have been held. Here various candles were stacked and gathered to create large sources of light, and complicated runes were etched into the floor in the centre of the room. An elegantly dressed man with long, sleek blond hair stood nearby examining the dust on the top of a grand piano, looking up to pierce Kevay with green eyes filled with what was unmistakably hate. He wasn't alone, of course, there were large, broad-shouldered men nearby to ensure he wouldn't escape once he arrived.
"You didn't take your time at all." he commented with a smirk. "I was thinking you might have even been smarter than this. So glad I was wrong."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 18, 2009 9:11:49 GMT -5
A chill crept up his spine as he stepped into the house, eyeing the layers of dust and cobwebs with a look of distaste. Oh great, so not only was it a creepy, old mansion, it was filithy aswell. Jayne would never agree to be in a place like this, she was too proud, had been too proud. Alive or dead she would want to be somewhere clean, well maintained and expensive. If it wasn't expensive she wouldn't have wanted to know. That didn't bode well for Kevay's little mission, did it? But, he had to know. It was enough that they had even known Jayne's name. The only person he had told about this was Lexie, and everyone from the village he had lived in were long dead. He knew, he'd been back there, and the story of Jayne's death was nothing more than a ghost story used to frighten children into behaving.
He followed the glow of the candles into the main hall, walking with his usual swagger. Right now, however, his arrogance and self assurance was more an act than anything else. He stopped a safe distance away from the man and his henchman, making sure to keep close to the door incase the worst happened. "Could have tidied up a little bit before inviting company. Would it kill you to hire a cleaner." He rolled his eyes, smoothing out his jacket as though he didn't ahve a care in the world. He may have been scared, but he wasn't going to let that show...or he was going to do his best not to let them show.
"Didn't think I would come? I'm curious. I mean, who can snoop that far into the past, and why did they bother? I always love meeting my fans." He smirked confidently, looking the man up and down. "Hmm, shall I guess why you brought me here? It's glaringly obvious. You wanted tips didn't you? I can see why...but I'm sorry, I don't give lessons...so I guess I'll be on my way." He nodded, moving to turn away from the pair and head back through the door and out of the mansion. He didn't think they'd let him go, but it was worth a try, right?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 18, 2009 13:11:16 GMT -5
"Your 'fans'?" the stranger narrowed his eyes, and sneered mockingly at Kevay. "You're joking, I presume." he tutted, two of the large, broad shouldered gentlemen moving with surprising gracefulness to stand in front of the open alcove into the hall, as if in a very gentle warning that Kevay shouldn't try to go any further to try and leave, or they would have to do something... regrettable. The stranger had moved from the piano now, stepping down from its little raised platform and skirting around the runes on the floor to glare at him with loathing. "Leaving so soon? Oh, but Jayne won't be too pleased about that. It'll be the second time you've left her all by herself, waiting for you." he gave a mock sigh, smirking and clapping his hands suddenly so that all of the flames hovering over the candles were warped into an eerie blue colour.
In seconds the stranger was muttering in another language while turning to face the runes on the floor, taking a long, silver bladed knife from his pocket to slice his hand and throw his own blood into the runes. In seconds thick, black smoke had filled the interior of the complex pattern so it was completely opaque, but the man was smiling that terrible, sinister smile that said he knew something that everyone else didn't. And that something most likely wasn't going to be very pleasant at all. Heck, even the burly bodyguards looked uncomfortable.
Lexie had known something was wrong from the moment she stepped through the doors. For a start, the place was derelict and... horrid (she had covered her mouth with her hand as she walked at first to stop herself inhaling any of the nasty dust) and she could hear the echoes of a conversation as she wandered down the hall, following Kevay's dusty footprints on the floorboards. Eventually she found herself hovering just beyond the alcove into the large hall, a few feet behind the silhouettes of two large men that she didn't really fancy messing with. She was just in time to see the candle-flames change colour, spotting Kevay insantly and having to practically hold herself where she was to stop herself running over and worshipping his feet - okay, she was right back to square one. The fourth thing she'd learned about him? His charm didn't get any EASIER to deal with the longer you were around him.
Though her eyes widened as she set eyes on the stranger that had caused the change in the colour of the fire. She knew that man! When she had passed through Ilyria as she was on her way to Ecritetre she had heard rumours about him. Lord Valentine, they called him. He had been in very hot pursuit of some thief and the Princess of Avalas (some said, she thought the Princess part might have been only a rumour) but had stopped because someone had slept with his wife, and his daughters and... oh. Kevay. Now it made sense... revenge and all that. The look on her face was rather comically pensive as she finally pulled herself from her thoughts, tilting her head at the black smoke within the runes. Oh dear. This could not be good.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 18, 2009 14:20:09 GMT -5
It wasn't the henchmen that made him stop but rather the mention of Jayne's name. He stopped dead, fists clenching before he could stop them. "She wouldn't have been waiting for me, I made it pretty damn clear that I would never be coming back." He mumbled, his voice sounding strained. After all this time he had thought that this would be less of a painful subject, but he had been wrong. He turned slowly back to face the man that had brought him here, the scowl back on his face now. "Look, who are you and what the Hell do you wa-...what are you doing?" He looked horrified as the man cut his arm and threw the blood over the runes, subconsiously taking a step back away to distance himself from what was happening.
The smoke was thick and as black as night, writhing and curling as it took on what started as a vaguly human form. The figure became more definate as the smoke solidified, taking on that hourglass shape that Kevay knew so well. He wanted to close his eyes as the colour of the smoke started to change, but he just couldn't force himself to look away.
It took a couple of minute before a woman was stood in the room, so beautifully grotesque that words could hardly describe her. One moment she was perfect, exactly as Kevay remembered her, well, except for the greenish tinge to her skin, that being a tell-tale sign that something wasn't right. Her hair was a silky, chocolate brown in colour, carefully pulled into a stylized updo, a few curls left to hang around her heart shaped face. Her jade eyes were wide and doe-like, framed by long, thick eye-lashes, pretty, pouting lips pulled into a vicious smirk. She was dressed in her wedding dress, the dress that Kevay had slaved over for hours and hours. It was, of course, a masterpiece, fitting every curve of her figure, pure white in colour, dotted with thousands of crystal beads on the bodice. The skirts were full, made from silk which flowed to the ground, a few more of those damned crystal beads scattered over the material to make it sparkle. He could remember sewing every one of those beads on, and how he had to keep stopping to bandage his fingers as the needle dug into his fingers and made them bleed. The veil was pushed back, tumbling down behind her to pool on the ground. Even like this the noose was hung around her neck, lopsided and blooded.
Then you blinked and she changed. Once flawless skin was rotting, peeling away away from the bones. Her full figure was reduced to nothing more than skin and bones, the dress barely hanging from her wrecked frame. That was just the start of the horror. Her eyes were white and starin, lips gone, pulled back to reveal crooked teeth. Her cheek bone was visiable on one side of her face, tendrils of matted hair hanging into her face, having fallen out in places. The veil was yellowing and torn, as was the dress, crusted droplets of blood splattered down the bodice of the dress, making the crystals look more like splinters of glass. And there was the noose, of course, frayed rope in the same position, though the skin on her neck was torn, clumps of dried blood stuck around the wound, her skin still holding the dark purple stain that had once been a bruise. Kevay could hardly bear to look at her, every rattling breath that she took sending another stab of pain through his heart.
The temperature in the room had plummeted, not that Kevay have noticed, his breath coming out in shaky clouds of vapour. He felt sick, his stomach churning and his throat burning, and he was trembling all over, all attempts at keeping up his arrogant facade abandoned. His skin was crawling, and if his legs would have moved he would have run, and yet...yet his heart ached at seeing her. He wanted to rush forward and fold her in his arms and beg for forgiveness, not matter how awwful she was. She was still Jayne; she was still the only woman he had ever loved.
Her laugh held no mirth at all, a rattling death cackle that echoed around the room until Kevay was sure that he was going to go mad. "What is wrong Kevay, my love? Am I not a wonder to behold? Am I not quite as beautiful as you remember?" Her voice was dry and harsh, making him wince and look away from her, his eyes filled with remorse and guilt. "I have to apologise, I don't think that death becomes me, but we have you to blame for that." She was moving towards him now, and he was rooted to the spot. "Look what you did to me." She hissed, her rotten hand suddenly on his cheek, forcing him to look up. "You think I am a monster? HA! You are the monster. And to think, you thought that I loved you. Loved you." She sneered at him, bony fingertips digging into his cheek. "I would have never loved you, not if it weren't for your black magic. No-one could ever love you. Yet you stole my heart and then you stole my life!" Her free hand had moved to grab his, placing it on the noose. "It was the only way I could trust myself, rid myself of a parasite like you."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 18, 2009 15:35:27 GMT -5
He was right. There simply weren't words to describe the horrific creature coming to life within the runes, and Lexie had to stifle her surprised, even slightly frightened gasp by clapping her hand over her mouth to stop from betraying her presence there. This was Lady Jayne Beaumont? Well, had been... she was rooted to the spot by the sight of the shade (it HAD to be a shade, the dead couldn't truly come back could they? Just bits of them, glimmers of what they were), unable to compare the beautiful woman to the rotting corpse. Her mind raced at the thought of it, it truly did, but the most monsterous part was that, by some disturbed curiosity, she could not look away. She gagged and almost threw up as the thing took a raspy breath - she had to think of it as a thing and not a her else she was afraid she'd go mad - finally managing to step back a few feet.
Lord Valentine was laughing softly as the shade appeared, seeming all too satisfied to sit and watch what was going to happen to the man he hated. He was doing the world a favour by getting rid of Kevay, even if he was what the old texts had called a 'Cupid'. Pfft, the world would be a lot better off without THIS particular Cupid, he thought. The plummeting temperature and the mere sight of such a breathtakingly beautiful, yet horrible thing had even been too much for some of the trusted bodyguards, and Lexie was shivering from the cold as the two at the door just... abandoned their posts and legged it, not even seeming to see her as they dashed past. The other guards weren't too far behind, leaving Lexie with a crazy maniacal mage and the corpse bride from hell (the image of the noose was still burning its imprint on her mind)... and Kevay of course.
She didn't even remember that Kevay was there until Lady Jayne spoke in that horrible rattling voice, and her gold and silver eyes widened when she started to walk. Oh God, she could MOVE. Lexie got the feeling that she'd be having nightmares about this ghost bride for the rest of her life, but Lord Valentine didn't seem bothered by the thing at all - he hadn't even noticed Lexie was there, he was just going to STAND there and watch the person he loathed die. The little trickster really was only a breath away from running like a coward herself when the shade actually touched Kevay, although the constrast between that decaying corpse's hand and the flawlessness of Kevay's cheek was grotesquely fascinating, and she couldn't quite make herself run.
More than that, as she watched Lady Jayne and the harsh, almost brittle sounding words actually began to sink in, she started to realise that she wasn't the only person to really be worrying about. It wouldn't surprise her if her hard, venomous accusations were going to drive Kevay completely and utterly mad; she was actually quite certain that's what they were going to do, and finally Lexie seemed to remember that she was here to try and help him.
Suddenly she felt very, very inadequate next to the obviously powerful, and scathingly angry Lady Jayne.
But although she was of supernatural origin (and scary as HELL, might she add) her master certainly wasn't. Her gaze flitted straight to Lord Valentine then. Necromancy, she'd been sure of it. So the corpse would be in the command of the one who summoned it. And the summoner was very, reassuringly human. That helped. Taking a deep breath which caused a cloud of white fog to issue from her lips, she flicked her hand elegantly towards Lord Valentine. In seconds pale, opaque smoke had appeared to obscure his vision and the heat of imaginary flames were flickering about his feet to distract him, a concentrated look in Lexie's eyes as she manipulated the illusion. He was a mage, so he'd catch on much faster than most, but hopefully that would distract him enough.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 18, 2009 16:38:10 GMT -5
Right now Kevay was trapped within his own personal nightmare, not even aware of the other people around him. All that existed was him and Jayne, and nothing mattered but her anger. He hadn't flinched when she had touched him, nor had he flinched when she had put his hand on the noose, the rope coarse under his fingertips, comfirming that this was, in fact, real. Shit, she was real. "I...I'm sorry." He choked, aware of how pathetic his apology sounded, but what else could he say? It was hard enough making his voice work, let alone making his mind think. There was no way to make up for what he had done, but if she knew that he was sorry then maybe that would make it alright...maybe not aswell.
"It's alright." Jayne's voice had taken on a softer tone all of a sudden, and the switch was eerie. When she was angry he knew where he stood, but right now he was bemused. Her hand on his cheek as even gentler, her other hand making his fingers close around the noose and lift it over her head. "You might be a terrible bastard of a monster, but there is a way that you can make it up to me, then we can be even..." She smirked an awful, toothless smirk at him as he looked to the noose that was suddenly in his hand. "You don't deserve to live. You are an abomination. What is your life worth anyway? You are worthless and unloved, with no future. You should just...end it now. You've always been a coward, don't you want to prove your courage and end it? For the sake of mankind?" She was beautiful again now, smiling to him sweetly as she helped him raise the noose up and drape it around his neck. "Just tie the end to something and jump, it's easy." She whispered as she pressed the end of the rope into his hand and pointed to an exposed beam under the piano, as if to tell him that would be the best place.
However, before Kevay could look what she was pointing at, her figure lost it's structure and flickered, Jayne suddenly made up from swirling smoke again, though the smoke still held the resemblance of her, fluidly changing between her life and death images. That, at least, seemed to jolt his mind, Kevay taking a stumbling step back away from her, raising an arm up to keep her away from him.
Her spell wasn't compeltly broken though. She had got under his skin, and he was seriously considering what she had said. He looked down at the rope in his hand, raising a hand to touch his neck gently. "Monster..." He whispered, closing his eyes and bringing his hand up to press it over his mouth as he gagged, turning away from Jayne, much to her annoyance. She may only be...what...a ghost now, but she wasn't letting him get away that easily. "You can't go!" She screeched, reaching out towards him, but her hand passed through his shoulder.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 18, 2009 17:02:47 GMT -5
A second was all that Lexie needed, all that she asked for and luckily, she'd been right. By distracting the necromancer she had broken the spell, and effectively trapped the shade. Perhaps if she had still been in the runes it wouldn't have been effective as Lord Valentine could have always summoned her again to that spot, but she was... free, now, she guessed. You couldn't summon something from the underworld that wasn't there anymore. Either way, Lexie couldn't have been happier, but the happiness was conflicted sickeningly by the sight of Kevay with the noose around his neck. That he was even considering suicide was ludicrous; she'd not let anyone do that to themselves, Cupid or not. She shuddered openly for a second as she realised just what would have happened if she hadn't been there to stop this, if she'd just been the good girl and stayed at the inn.
Ugh, she felt sick just thinking about it, but she was dragged out of her thoughts by the vibrant, loud curses of Lord Valentine, who had since realised that there was foul play and had easily fractured Lexie's illusion. She was only a tricksy commoner in comparison to his abundance of skill in the magic department. And she didn't want to know what else he could do. He'd noticed her now, obviously, which was why she took no time in darting over to Kevay, kicking over the clusters of candles as she did so to cause the dry, decaying wood to catch alight. She'd provide that evil noble with a real danger, opposed to fake fire. See how well he put that out when he was consumed by it. She didn't seem to notice that she could be potentially killing not only the governor of Ilyria but also both her and Kevay as she finally reached him to tug him back and away from the ghost, looking disgusted.
"Come on, we have to go..." she told him firmly, resting her hand on his cheek to make him look down at her and definitely not at the ghost, her other hand moving to take the rough rope of the noose out of his grip, and grab his wrist. She felt dizzy and rather lightheaded; perhaps from being so close to the ghost, or just being close to Kevay, but at least she could still think straight. She could still hear the irritated, angry curses of the Lord behind them, but he had been forced to flee by now; the house was catching so fast, not even she had expected it. "Uh oh..." she murmured softly, coughing as the smoke invaded her lungs and tugging Kevay with her as she moved to run, or rather, skid back through the alcove, hoping the cowardly instincts that he'd said he had would kick in and he'd know to run with her.
By the time they got outside flames were eating away at the mansion with alarming ferocity, and Lexie was aching, tired, covered in ash, dust and grime and thoroughly scared out of her wits for the rest of her life. But at least she was alive. She was still coughing as she hurried down the steps of the burning building, the stallion having broken free and cantered away to safety by this point, and she turned to look at the skeleton of the building with contempt. "Never again. Ever. If anyone in a cloak ever talks to you again I will make sure I'm there to slap them. HARD." she gasped, taking deep breaths as her heart hammered in her chest, before looking at Kevay. "...Asking if you're okay is a bit of a stupid question at this point, huh..."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 18, 2009 17:50:29 GMT -5
The sound of other people's voices helped to further clear Kevay's mind, the cupid now slowly backing away from Jayne's ghost until his back touched to the wall. Right now he wasn't bothered about the dust or the cobwebs, he just wanted to get away from Jayne before she broke his mind. Wait, no, his mind was already broken. He needed to get away before his mind was broken beyond repair.
Then Lexie was there. It was surprising how seeing someone familar (and alive) soothed his thoughts, stoping his shaking a little. She didn't look like herself, far too dull, but that might be something to do with whatever spell he was under right now. She was still like an angel though, especially in comparison with the demon ghost which was screeching, almost in pain, as the fire began to eat away at the floor where the runes had been drawn, her figure losing all it's form, smoke mingling in with that the fire was emitting.
He did, however, flinch as she touched his cheek, unable to note the differences between her hand the the hand of the undead thing that had last touched him. He didn't argue, though, when she tugged him out of the burning mansion, finally remembering how to use his legs and following her, stumbling for the first few steps before finding his balance and running on with her. He hadn't realised that the mansion was on fire, but he still ran like fuck. The ghost in there was enough to send him running for the hills.
His eyes were watering when they finally stopped, Kevay not sure if that was because of the smoke stinging his eyes or because he was crying. He was still shaking all over, the noose still hung around his neck, not that he had noticed. He didn't really hear her words as she spoke to him, but as she mentioned not needing to ask if he was alright he turned away from her and promptly threw up, making sure to hold his hair back away from his face as he did so. "Feel like a fucking...I don't know what..." He grumbled, his gaze darting around, coming to rest on a tree. "Hmmm...wonder if that would do..." He murmured, looking down at the rope, as if to try and work out how strong it was.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 18, 2009 18:15:50 GMT -5
The look on Lexie's ash smeared face was positively priceless as Kevay turned away and thew up. She had expected a great many replies to what she'd said, including silence, swearing and maybe even tears... but that wasn't on the list. "Okay... um... ew." she put in a little delicately. Though it didn't take long for the bizarre, almost surreal humour of the situation to fade away as he looked down at the rope with the chilling sincerity of someone who has already accepted that he's going to die, it's just the method of how he's going to do it that's bothering him. "Whoa... Kevay, no." she shook her head. It was mostly because she was worried about him that she swiftly moved to gently try and take the rope from his hands, and lift the noose over his head so he couldn't do anything stupid, but it was partially selfishness. Like HELL was she going to let him kill himself after she had worked her fingers to the bone and scared herself witless trying to help him. No way.
"...Monster?" she suggested quietly when he didn't finish his sentence, coiling up the rope and placing it harmlessly on the ground. She didn't know what would happen if she destroyed it like she so desperately wanted to, but for now the noose wasn't at the forefront of her mind. Sighing softly, she tugged him to sit down on the stone steps of the charred and still burning mansion; she was tired and achy, and he was too tall for her to hug him properly standing up without her having to go onto her tip-toes, which she didn't feel like she had enough energy to do. So after that, without a word she put her arms around him, sighing deeply and closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the hideous skeleton of the ruined mansion.
"You're not a monster." she told him with hardly any emotion in her voice, as if to make sure it didn't sound like she was only saying it because of the irresistable hold he held over women; it was weird what you could almost ignore when the adrenaline was pumping that quickly, wasn't it? "You're not." she repeated, stroking his hair gently, "I know monsters. They're different, they don't have emotions, for a start. What happened to that thing in there doesn't make you a monster. You are just a very, very unlucky person." she admitted with a smirk; she never thought she'd say that Kevay was UNlucky, but there you go. "There's nothing left for you up here... you don't need to do anything, or to hurt yourself or something stupid like that. All you need is a very strong drink. Possibly many strong drinks. And some time." she nodded.
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