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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 20, 2009 18:18:41 GMT -5
"I am a fiend. A fiendly fiend." She agreed with him with a bright smile, not even attempting to nod. Nodding made her even dizzier and made the room spin even more, and that was never good. "Hmmm, I suppose that you are forgiven, so long as you didn't mean to distract me." She told him, letting her head rest on his shoulder, as though she had suddenly become too tired to hold her head up. It was the mention of sleep which had done it, it brought all the exhaustion that she had been ignoring back to the forefront of her mind. "Sleeping sounds like a great idea! We should do that. It sounds like a suitable important idea to replace the one that we forgot." She mumbled, her eyes closed now. "But quick! Before we forget again."
Rory didn't make it easy for Phoenix to cross the room. He practically had to drag her along with him which she struggled to kick her boots off. Well, she couldn't get into bed with her boots on, could she? The Princess seemed as unwilling to let go as he was, not resisting as he flopped down onto the bed and dragged her with him. She didn't want to sleep on her own tonight, she was still feeling pretty fragile, and she didn't want to be alone incase she woke up in the night...and then there were Phoenix's nightmares. She was worried that he would have nightmares tonight, after everything that had happened it was pretty likely that he would end up having them tonight...so in Rory's drunken logic she had decided that she might be able to scare off his nightmares if she slept with him. Plus, it was just pretty nice to cuddle.
She spent a minute wriggling around once she was laid down, first removing the over coat and then the guards jaket, throwing them away from her before settling down to curl up in Phoenix's arms, seeming more than content to let him lay like that. If she were sober none of this would be happening, it was improper for her to sleep in the same bed as a man, nevermind let him sleep with his arms around her, even if it was Phoenix, who she trusted more than anyone. Right now, however, none of that mattered to her, and she just wanted to sleep.
"Night, Phoenix..."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 20, 2009 18:44:43 GMT -5
Phoenix hadn't even bothered with his coat; he was pretty cold after all of that jumping off carts and walking for miles and then getting smashed. He tilted his head to rest it on top of Rory's as they curled up, the thief asleep almost in an instant, thanks to the whiskey. He hadn't drank since he'd been stabbed and they'd forced it down him, and that had been such a long time ago, he couldn't even imagine it. So it was nice, after so long, to drift off into that familiar drunken stupor of a sleep, where you didn't even move until you woke back up again. He was guaranteed to feel like crap in the morning, with all of his half healed injuries on top of the inevitable hangover, and he didn't even want to think about how Rory would react to waking up not only in the same bed as he was, but in his arms no less. He guessed that she wouldn't take it well.
Luckily for Phoenix, he wasn't plagued by a single nightmare, dream, or even a thought until the moment he started to wake up the following morning, still in the same state of disarray as he had been when he'd fallen asleep. The first thing he registered was pain. The steady throbbing in his head, the pain in his lip from... somewhere, and how everything hurt whenever he moved. Oh God, he didn't think it was even possible to hurt this much all at once, and so the thief was uncharacteristically quiet and didn't move, or try and get up for a rather long time afterwards. He was only really half aware that Rory was curled up in his arms; he'd probably have worried about that more if he had been able to do anything about it. Currently, he was afraid to get up.
Eventually, though, he was forced to move, Phoenix shifting ever so slightly to move away from Rory and sit up. He regretted it instantly, stifling several oaths and putting a hand to his head, which was also a mistake because of the long forgotten bump to the forehead he'd received leaping out of some God-awful cart. Seriously, was it even possible to feel this shit? Slowly, and very carefully, he shuffled to his feet and dragged himself to the mirror in the corner of the room. "Oh my God." he muttered, tempted just to wander away again. His hair was all ruffled up, the thief having slept and forgotten to take his plait out. The cut on his forehead had started to heal, but there was a dark bruise forming around it, along with another on his cheek. This, along with his split lip made even the dashingly handsome Phoenix look rather a state.
The rest of him hadn't fared any better either. His clothes were bloodstained from his grazes and his knuckles were torn from where they had hit the gravel of the undergrowth. It hurt to LOOK at himself.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 21, 2009 10:57:48 GMT -5
At least there was one good thing about drinking, you didn't have any trouble getting to sleep. Well, it was more of an unconsciousness rather than sleep, but whatever it was, Rory welcomed it. The events of the last few days had left her exhausted, both physically and mentally. Plus, the dark veil that fell over her mind blocked out all the pain and discomfort that she was in, which was, of course, more than welcome. Tomorrow was going to be a bad day, but thankfully her drunken state had meant that she hadn't been lingering on the future. Why could she not just stay asleep for the next couple of days and wake up when her injuries were just about gone? It would be better for everyone if she could just sleep through the healing process and wake up when everything was working again.
Unfortunatly for Rory, she found herself waking up to pain. It was just there, flowing through her body with every beat of her heart. She ached everywhere, and there were several sharp pains along the side that she was laying on, coupled in with a headache that made her head feel like it was going to explode and the fact that her mouth was dry and tasted awful. She didn't want to open her eyes because she feared that the light would actually make her head explode, and she wasn't even sure that she would be able to move, so she just laid there, waiting and hoping that her pain would start to fade or start to ebb away even though she knew that there wasn't a chance of that happening.
It took her about ten minutes to come around enough to realise that she wasn't alone in the bed, alarm flaring in her mind. She couldn't even remember how she had got to bed. The last thing that she could remember was being sat at the bar drinking that god-awful whiskey, everything after that got a little blurry. Her panic was made worse as she realised that whoever was laid next to her had their arms around her. It had to be Phoenix, right? Even drunk she wouldn't be that terribly stupid, would she? No, of course not, Phoenix would never let her do anything like that, it had to be the thief laid next to her. Yet, she still didn't dare to open her eyes, just incase.
Relief swept through her as she heard Pheonix's muffled curses as he moved to stand up. It was him! And it sounded as though he was feeling as rough as she was. She tugged the blankets up over her head as she felt his weight leave the matress, as though to say that she was refusing to get up, biting her lower lip to stifle the pained sound she made. Moving hurt, she should try not to do that again. Now that she was safely shrouded in darkness she slowly opened her eyes, blinking once or twice to let them adjust to the low light before shuffling to look down at herself. At first she thought that it must have been because it was dark that her arm looked so black, but as her eyes began to focus she realised that the ugly black blotches were bruises and not shadows, nasty purple and blue stains on her skin, ringed with shades of yellow and green. Then there were the grazes, and the patches of dried blood on her.
She had seen enough. She didn't need a mirror to tell her that she looked ghastly, and from the way that she tucked the blankets around her it was clear that she was not going to let anyone see her today. Wasn't it bad enough that she was in ridiculous ammounts of pain without having to look such a state? How could she go out in public looking like this? How could she even let Phoenix see her when she looked like this? No, it simply wasn't happening, she was staying under those blankets until she was healed, it was the only thing she could do.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 21, 2009 15:44:37 GMT -5
It was a rather long time before Phoenix could look away from the mirror, such was the horror that was his reflection. Everytime he looked he just seemed to find more bruises, and he just seemed to hurt even more. He only figured that maybe it would be a good time to sit down and collect his thoughts when he started to feel sick from his throbbing headache of a hangover, shrugging out of his coat and dropping it to the floor before shuffling to the other, unoccupied bed, sinking down onto it and putting his head (very, VERY carefully) in his hands. Ugh. Couldn't he just go back to sleep now? He didn't even know what they were supposed to do now, they were battered and bruised and what little they had was still on the cart they'd jumped from, and on top of all of that they were in Marmosia, completely and utterly lost.
If Rory hadn't been there, Phoenix might have happily thrown himself out of the nearest window, the depression came crashing back down on him that badly. He looked up as Rory shifted, frowning faintly and looking confused as she just... curled up again under the blankets. So she was obviously feeling as bad as he was, then. And he didn't think he could summon the strength to try and convince her to come out. She would look a state, just like he would. And she probably felt a hell of a lot worse, considering that he got the impression that this would be her very first hangover. He made an unhappy kind of noise as he flopped back down onto the bed, sighing heavily and trying to think about what had happened the previous night. He remembered the whiskey. He remembered A LOT of whiskey.
And he remembered... oh. The kiss. Well. The almost kiss. With this pleasant little memory came the one straight after, of that God awful Chris that had so rudely interrupted them, and with so straight a punch as well. Phoenix touched his fingertips to his healing split lip, scowling slightly. For someone who could deal out a punch like that he really didn't know how to take them, did he? Okay, so the thief was feeling a little bit guilty for... well... breaking his nose and all of that, but he had deserved the first punch, at least. That would teach him not to try and start a fight with some random guy. Although Phoenix, for the most part, did remember who he was now. Great. Well, that at least put Rory at a better position than she had been in before. She'd found this writer friend of hers (actually the fact that he was a 'writer friend' made the reason for him crumpling under one punch make a little more sense) so now she could carry out whatever plan she'd had in the beginning. Everything was good for her from here. Right?
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 21, 2009 17:12:46 GMT -5
Phoenix was correct in assuming that this was her very first hangover. Never in her life had Rory consumed as much alcohol as she had last night, never. The most that she had ever indulged in was a glass of wine or champagne here and there, but nothing like whiskey. With how she was feeling this morning, it wasn't something that she wanted to indulge in again. Even if she hadn't been battered and bruised she would still have felt terrible this morning. Her head was killing her, and her stomach felt strange and light. She couldn't even bring herself to think about anything that she should be doing, like getting up, getting washed and having breakfast. Ugh, the thought of breakfast made her stomach turn. No, she wasn't going to do anything that she was supposed to today, she was just going to hide from the world and hope that when she came out again it would be a more pleasant place.
A strange silence settled over the room, both of them suffering in their own, private Hell. She really should have been doing something to try and make Phoenix feel better, but she could barely cope with her own depression right now, nevermind try to find the words to make his go away. That was probably the worst thing about this whole situation. She had dragged Phoenix through so much since she had met him, and now, at probably one of the lowest points they had suffered through, she couldn't even will herself to get out from under the blanket and comfort him. She was a terrible person, wasn't she? Worse, she was a terrible friend.
All of a sudden there was a rather timid knock on the door, Chris lingering outside, waiting to be let in. After they hadn't shown up for breakfast he had asked the landlord which room they had taken, deciding that he should go up and make sure that she was alright. So there he was, stood with a parcel under his arm and a tray in his hands. Well, she obviously hadn't eaten breakfast, he doubted that she would even be able to stomach breakfast, so he had brought up some orange juice; it was better than no breakfast at all, right?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 21, 2009 17:33:23 GMT -5
Even the most timid of knocks sounded pretty horrific to Phoenix right now, and the thief reluctantly sat up to stare at the door as though it had crawled from the darkest depths of the underworld just to torment him this morning. He thought for a moment. Then he leant down and threw one of his shoes at the door, where it bounced off with a 'thud'. Then he shuffled to get up. It took a lot to get to the door, he thought, sighing to himself and taking a deep breath before he opened it, hoping that whoever was on the other side was willing to see the thief in such a state. He looked like he'd been beaten up by a gang of people who wore steel capped boots, for God's sake. The person he came face to face with, however, was completely unexpected. Oh Christ. It was him. Looking a lot better, he might add. Better than Phoenix did. He may have to punch him again for that, and for a second he did look pretty close to it.
Then, after a rather defeated sigh, he simply slammed the door again and turned away to move back to the bed. He was fully intending on being a complete and utter bastard today. He thought after everything he deserved to let the cheerful front fall down and actually act how he was feeling for once. And at the moment he was feeling like shit, to be perfectly honest. He paused on the way back to the bed however, frowning to himself and rubbing his eyes. Ahhhh, he really didn't want to think about any of this today, but he didn't even have blankets to hide under. He gave it some serious consideration before finally moving back to the door, having tugged his plait out by this point to let his hair fall, as it usually did, in messy tousles around his shoulders.
He didn't look much better the second time he opened the door, but at least this time he left it wide open for Chris to come in, even if he didn't bless the noble with a look. Shuffling away again, he moved to the small table next to the mirror with the basin full of water, looking into it as if wondering how much washing the dry blood off himself would hurt. It would hurt incredibly, he assumed, shaking his head sadly. He was just destined to feel crappy today, he guessed.
"Rory." he mumbled eventually, "Prince Charming is here for you. You should prob'ly say hello." he told her without turning around from the basin, opening the curtains while he was there and instantly changing his mind when the light HURT, swiftly closing them again.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 21, 2009 18:02:05 GMT -5
Rory tugged the blankets closer around her at the knock on the door, grumbling something that sounded suspiciously like a curse ('oh blast') to herself. She was not getting out of bed, nor was she in the mood for life. Couldn't the rest of the world just shoo and leave them to be miserable in peace? She winced for a second time at the sound of Phoenix's boot hitting the door. Oh God, why did everything have to be so loud?
Chris quirked an eyebrow at the door at the sound of the shoe hitting it, not quite sure what he was supposed to make of that. It was either a 'go away' or a 'wait I'm coming', but he was sure that it meant that he was in a terrible mood (he assumed that it was Phoenix that had thrown something at the door, he couldn't imagine Aurora doing something like that.). He did his best to hide his surprise as Phoenix answered the door; he really was a state this morning! His disgruntled expression just topped it all off. What on earth they had been doing to end up so battered he didn't know; surely a man that got them into situations like that was no good for Aurora. She was the Princess, not some rough slum dweller.
"Good mor-..." He was cut off, rather rudely, as Phoenix slammed the door in his face, Chris left staring at the block of wood in astonishment. He had just shut the door on him, just like that, without a word; how rude. Aurora definatly had nothing to gain from being around people like him. The sooner he got her away from him the better.
He was about to turn to leave when the door swung open again, the storyteller lingering out in the corridor for a moment or two before cautiously moving into the room, clicking the door shut behind him. He made a point of ignoring Phoenix, moving over to the bed instead; he guessed that the lump under the covers was Aurora. "Good morning, Aurora. I am guessing that you have a bad head this morning?" He smiled as he placed the tray on the bedside table before taking the parcel from under his arm.
There was a moment under the blankets then, Rory moving just enough to lift the edge of the blankets and peek up at Chris, making sure that he could hardly see her or the astonishment written over her face. "Chris...you...you're here? When did you get here? What on earth are you doing here?" She questioned, all at once, forgetting her pain for a moment then. She couldn't believe it, here of all places she had found Chris!
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 22, 2009 6:14:51 GMT -5
Well, Phoenix thought, at least the presence of this irritating man was making Rory feel better - something that, right now, he really couldn't do. He lingered away from them as they had this little exchange, rubbing his eyes and heaving a deep sigh, before deciding that he'd might as well clean himself up. He grimaced as he rolled up his sleeves, practically having to peel the blood stained shirt away from his grazed elbows, not looking impressed with the torn skin and the blotchy bruises on his arms. God, he was just a walking bruise today, wasn't he? And judging by the dark red stains on his trousers, his knees hadn't fared any better either. Phoenix had definitely learned his lesson. He wouldn't be jumping off anymore carts any time soon. It might just kill him.
It took a good few minutes, but eventually Phoenix (with a number of oaths and curses threatening to ring around the room) had managed to clean the majority of his cuts. His elbows were red raw, and with a clean face the bruises and the healing gash on his forehead actually looked ten times worse, but he was clean, and that had to be better that wandering around covered in dry blood. He hissed some kind of profanity under his breath as he pulled his sleeves back down, running his fingers through his hair. He wasn't sure if that had really been worth it, actually. Eventually he had to turn to face his unwelcome guest, arms folded as he leant back against the wall.
"He got here yesterday." he mumbled to her, as if to fill in the gaps, guessing that she didn't remember much, if anything, about the previous night. "You were too drunk to notice." he shrugged, "I guess he decided to come back today to say hello." he hid a yawn behind his hand. "I still remember his hello, though," he touched his fingertips to his split lip, "Although all evidence of mine seems to have disappeared completely." he observed.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 22, 2009 15:06:03 GMT -5
Chris had seen her drunk? She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment at that thought. Oh dear, that must not have been a very pretty sight. His reference to their greeting was lost on Rory, but Chris shot Phoenix a glare. He had visited the healer last night, and now there was no evidence left to say that he had been fighting with Phoenix. The same obviously couldn't be said for the theif though, he looked as though he had...he hadn't a clue what he looked as though he had been doing. He had never seen someone in that state before, and there was an unsettling feeling in his stomach that told him that Aurora was hiding under the blankets because she was in a similar state.
"Actually," He corrected, turning his back to Phoenix now, as though to shut him out of this conversation. "I came to do a little more than to say hello." He informed her, looking a little dismayed as she dropped the blanket again. It seemed like she wouldn't be coming out from under there in a hurry. "I brought you a dress, and a hair brush and other things. I didn't think that you would have them..." He explained, putting the parcel down on the bed next to her before tiliting his head. "Aurora, if you are hurt you should let me take you to a healer. Actually, I insist. Come on, I'll take you and get you healed."
"No." Rory's asnwer came quickly and firmly, and you can actually see her shaking her head. "I am fine, I will heal just fine. I am not going to a healer, whether you insist or not." Chris scowled at the sheets at her response, rolling his eyes. "But-" He was cut off as soon as he began to argue by another sharp 'no' from the Princess, making it clear that she wasn't going to change her mind. No matter how much pain she was in, she was not going to let someone do god knew what to her, to manipulate her body to heal her. She was capable of healing herself, thank you very much, it would just take a little time, that was all.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 22, 2009 15:22:09 GMT -5
Phoenix rolled his eyes as Chris turned to effectively shut him out of the conversation. He could pick up the lantern, he thought, and smash the thing over the back of the noble's head. The Knights had shown him the place to hit which could kill a man instantly. It could be quick, he could fall and he could just pretend to Rory that he'd dropped his tray, and had left to find the landlady to get him another. Nobody would have to know. It frightened him how easily these thoughts came to him lately, and his hand actually half strayed to the lantern before he caught hold of his bloody daydream and shook it until it went away. Okay, so he never usually had these kinds of thoughts, not even when he had been a part of the White Knights, but let's face it, he wasn't feeling like himself this morning.
He frowned ever so slightly as Rory blatantly refused to come out from under the blankets, and the more Chris 'insisted' that she did, the more she refused. He betted that he could get her to come out, if given the chance. Oh, why was he trying to compete with this pompous bastard? It was pointless. He was a noble, he could probably help Rory a lot more right now than he could.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 28, 2009 11:18:22 GMT -5
Chris sighed heavily, shooting a glare across the room at Phoenix before moving to sit on the very edge of the bed. Rory had always been rather stubborn, but she had never been so blunt before, this must have been the thiefs influence. He was a terrible influence on her. She was in a state, he had let her get drunk, she was dressed more like a boy than a Princess... Chris may have only just found the Princess, but it was clear to him that the sooner her got her away from Phoenix the better. In fact, he didn't want to leave her alone with him for a moment longer, who knew what other trouble he could cause. The storyteller had seen Phoenix's type before, and he knew that they were like magnets for trouble.
"Where are you planning on going?" He sighed eventually, not too surprised to see Rory shrugging her shoulders under the blankets. Of course they didn't have anything that even resembled a plan. "I will arrange a carriage. Inherited a little house in Handel, I'm not sure what kind of state it is in. I rented it out around a year ago, so it shouldn't be in a state of total disrepair. It should take too long for us to get there, like I said, I should have enough money with me to hire a carriage." He explained, not leaving the possibility there for her to say no. He wouldn't take no for an answer, not on this. What kind of a friend would he be if just let her wander aimlessly around a foreign country?
Rory had shifted as he spoke, lifting the edge of the covers again to peer up at him. "You wouldn't mind us staying at your house? I don't have any money, I wouldn't be able to pay you..." She murmured, shifting to sit up just a little, wincing from the pain the movement caused, making sure that the blanket was still wrapped around her. "Don't you need to go back to Avalas? I don't want to get you into trouble..."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 29, 2009 13:30:59 GMT -5
Phoenix wasn't a magnet for trouble as much as trouble was a magnet for him. It wasn't his fault that he ended up in these situations - it wasn't like he went looking for it, was it? ...Alright, yes, it was a complete lie, and Phoenix enjoyed provoking guards and running from authority and sneaking into places that ought not to be snuck into. But that was part of his charm, no? Nonetheless, the thief wasn't exactly keen about going to this place in Handel. It wasn't that he didn't want to go there, they had nowhere else to go, they were officially on the run... again. It was more to do with Chris than anything. He didn't like the noble, and it wasn't just because their first meeting had involved him getting punched in the face. No, it was something else. He could even be man enough to admit that it was jealousy, although he'd never say anything about it.
As much as he didn't want this to be their course of action, it would be stupid for Rory not to take the opportunity while it was there. She could go and be treated like a noble, at the very least, and be comfortable and not be dragged about and chased any more. And she could stay there for as long as she needed to, without fear from her father or anyone else... well, he didn't know how trustworthy Chris would be with regard to her 'kidnapping', but it wasn't for him to say. With a heavy sigh, he eventually looked across at them, hiding the wince as Rory seemed to warm to the idea of going to Handel. Well, if that's what she wanted, then that's what she could do.
Phoenix, of course, wouldn't be going. He might not be a fully-fledged traveller but he would get itchy feet staying in one place, especially in Handel. Especially around nobles, where he would feel more out of place than ever. "I hope you're happy there." he nodded to the Princess, forcing a weak smile and resting a grazed, bloody hand in his pocket. "Both of you." he muttered afterwards, silently sweeping out of the door.
He heaved a deep sigh on the way down the stairs, patting the pockets of his waistcoat as if to check what few possessions he had left, all too aware that he didn't even have a cloak, let alone his bag. Well, today would just have to begin with some serious pick-pocketing, was all. Perhaps he could even find a guild somewhere in Marmosia. Hopefully one not as bloodthirsty as the Knights were, but to be perfectly honest he wasn't too picky currently. He didn't exactly have anything to lose.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 29, 2009 14:14:43 GMT -5
Rory's almost good mood disappeared in a record ammount of time, crumbling at the sound of Phoenix's voice. It seemed that she just wasn't allowed to be happy. The Princess sat up as he spoke, seeming to forget all about hiding as she let the blankets fall into her lap. She was a state, of course, yet all of the bruises and cuts just seemed to make her look even more delicate. Even black and blue she managed to hold onto some resemblance of beauty, not that what she looked like mattered to her right then. She had completly forgotten both how awful she looked and felt as the theif spoke, those moving aside for a far worse feeling to settle over her.
Chris couldn't look smug for very long, the look in Rory's eyes was heartbreaking, and he hated Phoenix for it. It was rather clear to him right then just what neither of them seemed able to see, and the thief hadn't even said goodbye. He was a coward. But it wasn't his place to intervine, Chris knew that, so he bit his tongue to keep him from speaking out of turn and lifted a hand to rest it on Aurora's shoulder in what he hoped would be a comforting gesture.
Rory was frozen. Phoenix was walking out of her life and she couldn't even make herself speak. It felt as though she was watching from behind a window, incapable of doing anything, but as Chris put his hand on her shoulder she snapped out of her transe. "Wait, Phoenix!" She called after him, finally finding her voice, untangling herself from the blankets as she rose to chase after him, not noticing as Chris sighed. It would have been better for her to just let him leave now, it would save heartache in the long run.
She caught up with him on the corridor, reaching out to grab his hand to stop him. "Phoenix...where are you going? You can't just leave..."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 29, 2009 15:06:19 GMT -5
The thief had almost reached the stairs to go down into the tavern when Rory caught up with him, having ignored the glances and the subconscious winces of the patrons when they looked at him on their way past, with his cuts and bruises. Pick-pocketing may have to wait today, he was far too recognisable with his injuries, not that he wasn't noticable anyway. He turned a little as she grabbed his arm, glancing back at her and lifting a brow. A coward he might be, yes, fleeing instead of saying goodbye to her, but considering the awkwardness between them when he looked at her, he would have done the same again any day. "Where am I goin'...?" he tilted his head, "...I dunno. See where we are, then I'll see what my options are, I guess." he shrugged, too tired to realise the real meaning in her words, which only caught up to him a few seconds later.
"...Rory, I have to." he told her gently, "I can't go to Handel, not like this, not with him. You've found the person you were lookin' for, and you should stay with him, and not worry about me." he shook his head, pausing for a moment to sigh and rub his eyes. "I am so tired, Rory." he told her after a while, "I'm outta my comfort zone here. And if I don't know where I am or what to do, then I can't help us do anythin'. I'm just really, really tired. Here you've got Chris to look after you, to make sure you're alright. He can do the stuff I can't do." he murmured to her, frowning a little. "I mean, c'mon. Look at us. Does this look like a good position for us to be in...?" he sighed, glancing from her bruises to his and turning away again.
"It's like ever since we left Cressa all there's been is trouble. The tower, the Claustrum, the border... I think it's better if you stay with Chris." he told her, running his fingers through his hair, trying to disguise his own hardships - he was still feeling the effects of the Claustrum, and he was still so tired from everything in the last few days - he couldn't say he was particularly well rested from that drunken sleep that he'd had the last night.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 29, 2009 16:09:32 GMT -5
Akward wasn't quite the word for it, it was as though there was something hanging between them, something of that neither of them was able to say. She didn't want him to leave, the idea of life without Phoenix filled her with unexplainable fear; she didn't want to lose him. They had been though so much, why did it sound as though this was the end? Why did it sound as though he wanted her gone? No, that wasn't fair. He was allowed to be tired, after everything he was allowed to need a break...she just hadn't expected that the break that he needed wouldn't involve her. He was done with looking out for her, it was obvious...so why was she still holding onto his hand?
"Where will you go?" She asked, tilting her head at him. "Even you said it, you are in a foreign country, I am guessing that you don't speak the language, you don't know where you are, you don't know where you are, you have no money and winter is coming." She wasn't trying to make his situation seem desperate, but she needed him to see sense. "What I'm trying to say is that, if you need to rest, taking off on your own isn't going to make that easy. If you come to Chris's house then you really will be able to rest, even if you just stay for a little while, until you find your feet here." Rory was trying to be reasonable. If Phoenix wanted to leave then he could, she didn't want to make him feel guilty about going, she just wanted to know that he would be alright.
"You don't need to look after me, Phoenix. I can look after myself, really." She smiled to him softly, finally (and rather reluctantly) letting go of his hand, looking down at the ground. All of a sudden she felt alone, and lost. Since leaving the castle the thief had been the only thing that she could count on, through the good and the bad he had been there, and now he was going. She would miss him, more than he would ever know.
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