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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 18, 2009 18:38:39 GMT -5
Kevay gave Lexie a wonky smile as he straightened back up and looked at her, tugging an elaboratly embroidered handkerchief from a pocket in his jacket to wipe at his mouth with, promply dropping that to the ground when he was done and taking a few shaky steps away from it. He did scowl at her a little though when she took his noose away, ducking his head to allow her to lift it up over his head. "But I needed that..." He mumbled to her in a weak voice, making no attempts to stop her from taking it. Lexie might only have been little in comparison to him, and younger than he was, but she was undoubtably in charge right now, Kevay's mind in too much of a fragile state to make any decisions now...or think. Thinking was hard and it made his head hurt. He made no objections as she made him sit on the cold, stone steps, looking down at the ground with an eerily blank stare. "You really don't think I'm a monster...?" He asked after listening to what she had to say to him, reaching up to run a trembling hand through his hair. "Why else would she had come all the way back from the dead to see me? All this time and she still hates me..." He sighed heavily, hiding his face in his hands. "I can't think. Mind's all bloody jumbled. All I can see is her. She was beautiful, wasn't she? I made that dress, no-one ever told me she'd been wearing it when she'd died though..." He was rambling now, not quite sure what he was saying, the words rolling off his tongue before he could stop them. He stiffened up at first when she hugged him before relaxing and putting his arms around her and letting his head rest on top of hers. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and right now he didn't know what he had wanted. He had begun to shrink into another silence, nodding as she mentioned drinks. "Serveral strong drinks. Want to drink and drink and drink until I can't remember, then maybe I can pretend that this was all just a bad dream."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 18, 2009 18:57:54 GMT -5
"I don't think you're a monster, no..." she smiled to him and shook her head a little, "Not one little bit." she murmured, glancing up at him. "She didn't come back... she was dragged back. Wasn't really her, it was just an imprint of all the stuff she was feeling when she died. Doesn't mean she still hates you now." she put in, not knowing if it would help or not, but she hoped it might ease his guilt even if it was only a little bit. Although she frowned ever so slightly at the mentioning of the thing that had terrified her beyond belief as she looked at the burning silhouette of the mansion. "She was beautiful..." she agreed in a low voice, "The dress was stunning too, not a stitch out of place. But it wasn't really her." she assured him as much as she could; she didn't know what happened after death, all she knew was that when necromancy was involved it meant trouble.
"You can drink as much as you feel you need to, just make sure you stay where I can see you." she smirked, sighing a little as she spotted the little silhouettes beginning to appear on the trail up to the mansion, obviously men from Villefleur coming, panicked, to see what had happened. She fully expected a complete interrogation from the small-town villagers, but there must have been something in the look of the way she and Kevay were sat in front of the burning building; maybe the coiled noose on the floor or the look in Kevay's eyes, but they simply passed without even glancing at them. That was lucky, she hadn't wanted to explain that at all. She waited a few more minutes before finally shifting to let him go, placing a light kiss on his forehead and then leaning down to take the coil of rope and lift it onto her shoulder.
"Come on... your money pouch is back at the inn, and there's a tavern on the ground floor. I have the keys in my pocket already." she offered him her hand, not really knowing how well he'd be able to walk right now. But she didn't even have shoes and she was determined to get back to the village where it was warm and pleasant and there were no corpses, and she'd try her hardest to get them both there. That, and sleeping outside again wasn't something on her to do list.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 19, 2009 8:13:20 GMT -5
Kevay listened to what Lexie said carefully, the look in his eyes telling that he desperatly wanted to believe what she was saying, but there were just too many voices in his head, he didn't know which to listen to. Jayne screeching that he was a deplorable monster, Lexie saying the complete opposite and...his own little voice saying that he would probably side with what Jayne had said. Muder, whether first hand or passive, was an awful crime, and those who were heartless enough to kill had to be monsters. BAH! Why couldn't he make his head shut it? It was much nicer listening to Lexie and believeing what she said.
"I will behave and stay put. Sit me at a table and give me a couple of bottles of whiskey and I will stay there until I pass out, honest." He murmured to her, his voice quiet and lacking the vitality and mischief that it usually held. Right now Kevay was a broken man, and it would take a little more than some kinds words and copious ammounts of alcohol to solve it. He wasn't even sure if it could be solved. Maybe he was going to have to go around and spread a little love to make himself feel better, play matchmaker and heal a few broken hearts. Bleh, not something that he was looking forward to.
He took her hand and rose to his feet, once again allowing her to take him...wherever she planned on going. "You don't look like you...you're not as pretty when you're not a rainbow. I prefer you as a rainbow...why'd you change?" He questioned, shifting the focus away from himself, as though focusing on Lexie for a moment was giving him a break from his guilt.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 19, 2009 15:29:21 GMT -5
Lexie could only wish that he would tell her about his inner turmoil, but she already knew that there was little chance of him confiding in her. She didn't think that he had even murdered anyone, passive or otherwise. Murder and suicide were on complete opposite ends of the spectrum of 'killing' in her eyes. In the end it had been Jayne's decision to end her own life, she could have just as easily decided not to go through with it. It wasn't Kevay's fault at all. She smiled at him faintly as he told her of his plans to sit around until he passed out, nodding lightly and walking them around the villagers trying to put out the fire, eventually making it onto the trail which led back down towards Villefleur. It was well into the night now, but she knew for a fact that a tavern never closed, and there was always work at an inn. So letting Kevay get drunk out of his mind wouldn't be a particularly difficult task.
"Mm...?" she looked up as he spoke again, tilting her head at him before laughing softly and gazing down at her borrowed clothes, brushing a lock of honey blonde hair out of her face. "Well I decided that if I wanted to be sneaking around after you, what I was wearing was a little too conspicious." she murmured, pouting a little. "I know... I don't feel like me at all. I'll change back tomorrow, after I've washed all of the ash and cobwebs out of my hair." she smirked, before looking down at her bare feet. "I only wish that I had thought to steal some shoes first. Nevermind." she shook her head and shrugged, "Beggars can't be choosers, huh?"
It didn't take long before they reached the quiet, lamplit streets of Villefleur, and Lexie sighed deeply in almost relief. She couldn't hear the crackling of the flames anymore, and it didn't smell as much like smoke, so her spirits had lifted just a little as she approached the inn that she'd booked a room at, leading Kevay through the doors and into the pleasantly lit and warm ground floor tavern. She noted the sharp intake of breath and the almost-swoon of the middle-aged, rather robust barmaid as she spotted the cupid, but Lexie paid it little notice as she moved to a well lit table (most were empty by now apart from the solitary drinkers) and sat Kevay down in one of the chairs. "I won't be long, 'kay?" she smiled at him softly, and moved to dash up the stairs. She just hoped the barmaid wouldn't rape him or something while she was gone.
It was only a few minutes later when she returned, tucking the room key back in the small pocket of her skirt and holding Kevay's rather heavy money pouch in her other hand. She had a feeling it wouldn't be quite so heavy when the night was over... but she wasn't going to think about that. It didn't take very long to snap the barmaid out of her daze and get two large bottles of whiskey, taking them to the table and plonking them down there, before sinking into the other chair. "Blaaaaaaah." she collapsed on the table for a second, gathering her thoughts.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 19, 2009 17:14:29 GMT -5
"You could borrow my shoes, but I don't think that they will go with your outfit...and because they don't go with your outfit you can't have them. Plus, they might be a bit big for you..." He sounded distant as he spoke, looking down at his shoes, as though to remind himself of what they looked like. He looked horrified as he realised that his shoes were dusty, suddenly stopping dead and looking down at himself. "Look at the state of me!" He exclaimed, suddenly begining to bat all of the soot, dust and cobwebs rather frantically. His state of mind was still fragile, and realising that he didn't look as perfect as usual had momentarily pushed him over the edge. He didn't stop until he was all clean again, his shoes gleaming and his hair re-ruffled in that stylish way of his. Ahhh, that felt better. He felt a little more like himself again.
After his little fit he put his hand back into Levie's and allowed her to lead her into the inn, not even noticing the barmaids reaction. Poor guy, that was how you could tell that there was something severely wrong. Usually he would have swept over there and charmed the pants off of her (literally), but tonight she didn't even recieve a glance from him. He just plonked down heavily in the chair and sprawled out over the table, hiding his head in his hands. Well, Lexie had no need to worry, he obviously wasn't going anywhere without her.
He only glanced up at he heard her put the whiskey bottles down on the table with a dull thump, pushing himself into an upright position before snatching the bottle from the table and removing the cork from the neck. He did get some rather strange looks as he look a long gulp from the bottle, pulling a face as the fiery drink burnt his throat and warmed up his insides. "Mmm...whiskey...not the best vintage but it'll do." He mumbled, half to himself, before taking another, even longer gulp. You weren't supposted to drink it like that, but what did he care? The burning in his throat dulled his mental pains, and the slcohol would soon be rushing to his head.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 19, 2009 17:47:29 GMT -5
Lexie's face was a picture as she watched him gulp down the whiskey, looking up from where her chin was resting on her arms to watch him slowly. She had a peculiar feeling that this was what it was like to be a seer, because she was getting definite flashes of the near future here. One of them was trying to get up those suddenly very dangerous looking stairs after the two bottles of whiskey were gone. Another was having to hold Kevay's hair while he threw up, or apologising to the innkeeper in the morning for that broken window, or wondering where he had left his shoes and why the blankets on the bed were over the wardrobe and--- oh, the visions just got more obscure as she dreamt them up. She managed to stop before it got to the point in the visions where she was wandering sleepily around Villefleur asking people to help because Kevay had climbed a tree and fallen asleep, and she blinked hard to start concentrating again.
"Moonshine, my parents used to call it. Or fire-water. Although I'm sure their brand of the stuff was a lot more illegal than this one. My uncle went blind from drinking too much of the stuff once." she giggled softly as she watched him, momentarily dazzled and wondering how someone could look that pretty while getting absolutely hammered. It was uncanny, really.
Somehow Lexie had managed to stay awake as the night drew on and the bottles of whiskey got more and more empty, in fact, she thought she was more awake now than she had been when she'd gotten into the inn. Even the bar-maid was half asleep, which said something because she had been mentally-stripping Kevay since he'd walked in. The little jester had left a couple of times to wash the ash from her face and dust off her clothes so she didn't look like she'd run through a burning building, and she was pretty certain that Kevay hadn't moved since he'd sat at the table. This was comforting because she knew she wouldn't have to go and look for him, but at the same time it made her vaguely worried. She got the nasty feeling that his legs would suddenly get drunk if he got up from the table and... well... she wasn't that strong.
She had just come back from unlocking their bedroom door at this point, dismayed at the fact that the sky was getting pink and near to sunrise. At least she was certain that the alcohol would make Kevay sleep. Hopefully. Stretching, she moved to where he was sitting and put her hand gently on his shoulder. "Come on... it's almost sun up, the bottles are all empty. I think it's time to go to sleep. Or at least sit in the room, where people won't try to disturb you." she murmured softly.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 20, 2009 18:33:58 GMT -5
Alcohol was Kevay's current best friend, followed at a close second by Lexie the 'alcohol giver and general mind saver'. After a brief stage of depression his mind went comfortably numb, not able to think enough to be sad, or to register any other emotions either. Pain was gone too, thankfully from how many times he had fallen off his chair. He had, however, behaved himself really. He hadn't touched the barmaid, hadn't even thought about it really. Beind charming was far too difficult when his mind was fuzzy. He was hapy enough with the company of his whiskey bottles...even though they weren't playing very fair right now. They wouldn't give him any more whiskey. Blast, what feckle friends they were. "L...L...R...YOU!" He exclaimed when Lexie returned, unfortunatly able to bring her name to the front of his mind. He jumped to his feet, knocking his chair back, and picked one of his bottles up from the table, clambering over the table to get to her, suddenly leaning down to place a gentle kiss upon her forehead. "Take this kiss upon the brow!" He proclaimed dramatically, bursting into poetry as he moved away from Lexie, swirling around the room as though he was dancing with his bottle, knocking over chairs and banging into tables as he went. "And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?" He was stood swaying on a table by the time he had finished, bowing with a flourish. "Thank you, thank you!" He chuckled to himself, "And now for something a little darker!" He announced before bursting out into another verse of poetry. "Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'"
He paused then to hiccup, having found his way down from the table safely. "Oh dear...I think I'ma pass out..." He smirked to Lexie charmingly before slumping backwards, totaly unconscious, the bottle rolling out of his hand when he hit the floor. Well, that had been...strange, even for him. He usualy stuck with sonnets, for seducing purposes, of course, but outbursts like this one were rare. Oh well, it didn't matter, he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 21, 2009 8:52:03 GMT -5
Unfortunately the first thing that came to mind when Lexie saw Kevay clambering across the table towards her was pretty much exactly what she said, which basically amounted to "AHHHHHHH!"
She stumbled back a few feet in surprise, though shock was evidently written all across her face when, instead of falling and crushing her and killing them both, he kissed her forehead. Between half-swooning because of how close he was and half fainting because the whiskey he'd drunk was that potent it made her feel dizzy from just smelling it on him, she hadn't really noticed his sudden urge to become a poet. The few people left in the tavern however, they seemed to notice. Particularly because he was climbing on tables and knocking into things and having a flamboyant dance with his whiskey bottle. Lexie, on the other hand, after regaining her ability to walk and talk and function, was simply watching him with mild amusement as he recited poetry on the table, applauding lightly when he finished.
His darker poem seemed, to her, to be a little bit closer to what he was actually feeling beneath all the layers of drunken-ness and charm, but she couldn't say for certain. She winced as he fell back and hit the floor, momentarily panicking that oh God, she'd let him get drunk and now he had smacked his head and killed himself, this quickly turning to the little unnerving repetition of 'I killed someone I killed someone oh crap what now?'
But luckily, after crouching down next to him she could at least breathe a breath of relief. He was, thankfully, just unconscious. This was definitely a step in the right direction after her initial panic about manslaughter. "What am I gonna do with you?" she sighed and shook her head to him.
It took both Lexie and the strongly built son of the blacksmith (who had been having a quiet drink in the tavern when Kevay had decided to give his little recital) to get him up the stairs to the bedroom, the little jester all too thankful for the help, because she didn't want to leave him downstairs for fear some half-wit woman would come and kidnap him while she was upstairs asleep. And she didn't think Kevay would appreciate waking up to THAT as well as his inevitable hangover when he woke up, either. She thanked the blacksmith's son when they finally reached the room, collapsing back against the closed door and sighing heavily once he'd left, looking over to the bed where the sleeping cupid was.
Smirking faintly, she rolled her eyes and moved over to him, gently taking off his shoes and putting them on the floor by the bed before tugging the covers over him so at the very least he'd wake up comfortable. "I can't quite get my head around you. The way you think, the way your mind works." she confessed to him with a playful frown, considering that this was a good opportunity to talk because he couldn't answer back because he was unconscious, "I think it's maybe because you're older than I am... you've had a lot longer to get to the way you are. That and, even though you're always in a crowd, you're still the one who's the most alone." she murmured. "I swear, Kevay, just being around you is like being in a dream within a dream." she told him, and sighed before reciting softly,
"Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?"
Well, she thought that he should hear some of HER poetry too.
With that, she brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead, as if to say goodnight, and moved to clamber into her own bed to go to sleep.
It was only around midday and Lexie was completely wide awake again, unable to sleep during the day. She barely slept during the night with how full of energy she usually was anyway, but with the sun so high in the sky it was equally as difficult. She had taken the first hour or so of being awake to swiftly change back into her 'rainbow' clothes as Kevay liked to call them, her hair back in the high pigtails with their twirling ribbons and golden bells, her pixie-like features alight with mischief again after the trauma of the last night. The bedroom door was currently half open, the jester's soft voice audible outside as she spoke with a few of the children staying at the inn who had wanted to sneak up and see 'the pretty man with the dazzling smile'. She was in the midst of telling them a story, a little more quietly than usual in case she woke Kevay up by accident, but the enthusiasm was still in her voice. It was obvious that she was using illusions to help her out too, by the 'oohs' and 'aaaahs' of the children.
"And then Prince Charming and the Harlequin slayed the horrid witch and her frightful master, and escaped from the guards in the nick of time..." she was continuing, voice alight with adventure.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Jun 21, 2009 8:57:43 GMT -5
(Sorry, for barging in. Just wanted to say that The Raven is probably my favorite poem.)
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 21, 2009 9:10:36 GMT -5
((Haha! I love The Raven, but The Bells is pretty freaky too...))
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 21, 2009 10:12:45 GMT -5
Kevay was pretty much a dead weight as they carried him up the stairs, not stirring at all. They could have just given up and dropped him and he wouldn't have woken up, a mixture of exhaustion and that whiskey would have him knocked out at least until the afternoon, maybe longer if he was lucky. Waking up wouldn't be fun, his hangover would be awful, and it wouldn't help that he had banged his head when he had finally passed out. Tomorrow wasn't going to be a fun day, was it?
All Kevay was aware of when he woke up was the steady throb of pain in his head, it made thinking impossible. He didn't even care where he was right now. He was hardly aware of his surroundings, but he would guess that he was in a bed. Who's bed? Blah, did that matter? He didn't remember how he had gotten there either. He barely remembered much after he had started drinking. Once he had got enough whiskey into his blood stream his memories went all fuzzy. He didn't want to know what he had done last night. With the state he had been anything could have happened, and he'd rather not think about it.
It hadn't helped though, not really. He might have got himself a couple of hours where he didn't have to think, but all those awful and self loathing thoughts had returned now, and he had one Hell of a hangover to boot. He pulled the pillow over his head, trying to block out the light. However, after fives minutes laying like that he had to get up, he needed to do something to occupy his mind.
Finding Lexie would be a good start. He smoothed his hair dowm clumsily as he shuffled out of the room, looking confused as he blinked at the jester and her crowd, as though wondering why they were all gathered there? Had he missed something? Oh, she was telling a story. That made sense. Prince Charming and the Harlequin hmmm? It didn't take much to figure out who that story was based on. He leant back against the wall as he waited for her to finish, trying to wake himself up a little, not looking impressed as he looked down at himself. He needed clean clothes...and a wash. He smelt like a barmaid apron!
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 21, 2009 10:40:43 GMT -5
Lexie was crouched down to the children's height by the time Kevay came out of the room, the little movements of her hands creating the small illusion of a tiny, but rather exaggeratedly evil looking castle, with sparkling stars and a dragon that breathed fire and other such things. The minute Prince Charming could be seen on his white horse by this point as she finished the story, galloping away from the place, the Harlequin riding next to him with her tiny little jester hat as a mark of her trade. They applauded when she finished, one or two of them looking up as the illusion faded to spot Kevay, squeaking suddenly with half-delight, half-astonishment. Lexie was quick to glance over her shoulder before hushing them with amusement written all over her face. She had no doubt just by the look of him that he was hungover, and squealing children wouldn't help.
"I'll tell you the rest later, alright?" she promised them with a bright smile, the small group nodding and disappearing off down the stairs again, Lexie casting them a light wave as they left. Once they were gone she picked up the small tray next to her that she'd had to set down while she was talking to the kids, straightened up and turned around to smile cheerfully at Kevay. They probably looked like complete opposites if you watched them currently, Lexie all bubbly and bright and Kevay, sleepy and hungover. "Good morning." she greeted him softly, keeping her voice down so it wouldn't be too grating on his headache. "I brought coffee and other things, but I didn't know what you liked or if you'd be awake..." she shrugged to him, the tray balanced easily on one of her hands.
"You want me to go and ask the innkeeper to make you up a bath...?" she asked, smirking at the unimpressed look on his face. No, she hadn't really thought that Kevay was the type to deal with being hungover and bedraggled very well, and she moved to wander back into the bedroom to place the tray down on the side table, the bells on her clothes and ribbons jingling merrily when she moved. Oh, it felt good to be like her normal, un-normal and trickster-y self again. She'd have liked to ask how he felt, but for fear that it would provoke another of his broody silences or six hour drinking sprees she decided to play it safe instead, with a conversational and amused, "How's your head...? Didn't know you knew so much poetry."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 21, 2009 12:27:49 GMT -5
"I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I? You just attract crowds of people." He smirked to her faintly as the children scurried off, reaching out to take the coffee from the tray as she picked it up. "Coffee is good...coffee or water, I don't think that I could stomach anything else." He admitted with a grimace before sipping on the drink, glad for the strong falvour that over powered the nasty 'last night's alcohol' taste that was in his mouth. "I might need more than one cup, or maybe I should have water next. Supposedly if you drink a pint of water for every pint of whatever you drank then it'll get rid of your hangover." He nodded, peering into the depths of his coffee.
"Poetry?" He asked, looking bemused as he looked up at her. "Oh, I didn't try to seduce you, did I? Wait...of course not...you were't there when I woke up. Hell, who'd I try to seduce?" He questioned, looking vaguly worried. What if he had tried seducing an ugly person because he couldn't see properly?!?!? It never occurred to him that he might just have burst out with his poetry recital for no reason, why should it? What kind of drunk danced about the tavern reciting a poem?
"A bath? A bath would be great. Bath and new clothes." He smiled gratefully. Hopefully he would feel more like himself after having a bath and changing his clothes. He felt like sewing too, mainly because it would give his mind something to focus on to break it's current cycle of thoughts. He couldn't rid his mind of the image of Jayne, both beautiful and rotting, and he was willing to try pretty much anything to get rid of that image. He wanted to forget what had happened last night, and how could he when all he could see was her?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 21, 2009 12:43:39 GMT -5
"Seduce?" she tilted her head at him as she glanced back to look across the room, tilting her head and smirking a little. "Nobody, not yesterday. Just started randomly reciting some poetry... kissed my forehead, climbed on the table, rattled off a couple of verses of The Raven and then fell over and passed out. Thought you'd killed yourself for a second." she shook her head and chuckled, not needing to be reminded of the panic of THAT little incident. "Must've been pretty hammered to have been distracted enough not to go after that scary bar-maid who was mentally undressing you all night. I fended off frightening and manly looking women for you Kevay. I think I deserve a thank you." she told him with a grin, folding her arms and glancing at the tray. "There's a jug of water there too... orange juice and more coffee... I think." she shrugged.
"Twisted hangover cure. Just sounds like you'd burst with everything you drank." she grinned, moving to pass him and walk out of the door. "The people in the camp where I grew up just used to take the hair of the dog. They were constantly smashed, but they never got a hangover, so I guess it counts as a cure." she murmured, looking thoughtful before shaking her head and smiling up at him. "Alright, if you stay here I'll be right back to tell the innkeeper about the bath. But I don't know where to get new clothes from, you'd have to come with me to get those. I'd get the wrong size, or get distracted or kidnapped or something." she winked, "But I don't think you'd want to go out looking like that." she considered him for a moment.
"...Actually I don't think it would matter what state you're in. Most gorgeous hungover person I've ever seen anyway." she changed her mind, laughing to herself and skipping out of the room, the sound of her light footsteps and tinkling bells echoing on the staircase as she left. She wasn't long, five minutes at the most, returning and humming to herself softly. She was never down-hearted for long, was she? Okay, so she'd had a nightmare or a million while she was sleeping, but that didn't matter to her now. "Should be a few minutes and then it'll be ready and you won't look like you had a meeting with a couple of bottles of whiskey." she nodded to him as she walked back through the door.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 21, 2009 13:48:05 GMT -5
Kevay arched an eyebrow as Lexie described what he had been up to last night, a smirk ghosting over his features. "The Raven, hmmm. I suppose that was fitting then really. I least it was classic poetry and not that modern rubbish." He murmured as he sipped at his drink, thankful for the caffine, without it he doubted that he would have been able to keep his eyes open. "You're an angel, Rain, where'd I be without you?" He shook his head, as if to say that he'd rather not imagine it. Without her he would have been a corpse hanging from the rafters up in that creepy mansion, but he was trying to block out dark thoughts like that. "Thanks, I owe you."
"Yeah, either burst or be at the toilet all day. Neither sounds too pleasant, but it has to be better than my hangover, right?" He asked as he stretched out lazily. "Staying drunk does prevent a hangover, but unfortunatly I don't think that I'm cut out for constant drinking. I would run out of poetry to recite, and then what would I do?" He was doing his best to put up his usual, light hearted front, but he wasn't fully convincing. For one, his eyes were dark and had a far away look to them, telling that he was distracted by his own thoughts. He was trying at least, not wanting to drag Lexie's mood down with his own. Being depressed took up too much energy, bleh.
"Being the most gorgeous hungover person you've ever seen is kinda an insult in a compliment, you know." He chuckled to her, "I mean, hungover people look rough as hell, so basically you're telling me that I look rough. Gee, thanks Lexie." His small smile, however, told that he wasn't really offended. "I can pick my own clothes...though I don't think that I will find anything to my taste here. I may just have to buy the material and some needles and threads and make myself a little something."
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