On the Run...Again

[Angel ♥]

Kevay was about to demand sympathy when he was distracted by the sudden attraction that flickered from Phoenix. Bah! Horny bastard. They‘d only just turned up and he was already getting his flirt on! How could he even think about that when they were in such a state. No, wait, Kevay was in a worse state than Phoenix, and the thief was used to the slums, this level of dirt was probably nothing to him. He pouted to himself as his friend suddenly took over the conversation, folding his arms over his chest in a childish gesture of annoyance. He would have warned Phoenix that even he hadn‘t tapped that, so the thief didn‘t have much of a chance, but he decided to leave him to work that out for himself.

Laurine shifted to sit up in her chair as Phoenix spoke, fitted silk gown shifting as she moved. She examined him closely for a long moment before allowing a smirk to tug at the edges of her lips, mischief in her eyes. “No, the wanted posters don‘t do you justice.” She agreed with him, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, her gaze slipping to Kevay, the quirk of her head obviously asking where he had found this one. From her experience, the cupid didn‘t travel with company. Kevay merely rolled his eyes at her, looking put out. He didn‘t like all this not being centre of attention business. He should just leave them to it, shouldn‘t he?

“Red? I could never guess how you came to receive that nickname.” She teased lightly, now moving to rise to her feet, the material of her dress rippling as she moved. “Laurine de Montfort, enchante.” She murmured, moving closer to him. She leant one hand on his arm, moving to brush her lips lightly over one cheek and then the other before moving to greet the cupid in the same manner (discreetly wrinkling her nose up at the smell). “Perhaps you should go bathe.” She smiled to Kevay slyly, waving a hand so that the butler swept him out of the room before he could complain.

Kevay managed to shoot an unimpressed look at the pair of them before he was gone, Laurine sauntering over to the desk to pluck a grape from the bunch. “Hungry?” She questioned, popping the grape into her mouth. “Or thirsty perhaps?” She asked, fingertips brushing over a crystal decanter of wine.

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[Vyncent Schwarz]

Phoenix had forgotten all about Kevay by the time Laurine rose to her feet, his eyes discreetly moving over her silk gown before flickering back to her face. "I'm glad you think so," he smiled again crookedly as the noble mentioned that his wanted posters did him no justice, though he wasn't expecting it when Laurine suddenly swept forward to kiss his cheeks. Christ, the thief thought his legs were going to turn to jelly, the scent of her perfume lacing through the air and surrounding him with pleasant aromas. When she left, he didn't even realise that she was shooing Kevay out of the room. Not that he was really complaining about that right now. He laughed softly after regaining his senses, tugging at the sleeve of his coat.

"Hungry? Not especially, thanks," he shrugged a shoulder at the offer of grapes, though he instantly brightened at the offer of wine. Oh God, he had died and gone to heaven. "If I'm not intrudin'," he excused himself, sweeping over to the decanter to pour himself a glass of wine, trying not to lift it to his lips too quickly. He wouldn't want to give the wrong impression to his new acquaintance, regardless of the fact that he was gagging for alcohol. "Seems like a big party goin' on downstairs," he murmured to her carelessly, grinning as he looked up at her. "Why aren't you there?"

[Angel ♥]

Laurine was leant back against the desk as he crossed the room to pour himself a glass of wine. She would have been blind to miss the light in his eyes at the mention of the wine. It wasn’t a surprise. He was on the run from Avalas, all alone in a strange country, and, if the rumours were true, he‘d lost more than just some girl he‘d taken in. Most people needed something to help them along in that kind of a situation, and booze was the thing that was the most readily available. She wouldn‘t comment, didn‘t really want to go into whatever problems he had. It wasn‘t that she was exactly cold, more that she doubted that either of them wanted to talk about that.

“Help yourself.” She nodded, looking away as he poured the drink, gaze settling on the fire again. “There is always a big party going on downstairs. But, I heard that you two were coming, and you are far more exciting than the people downstairs.” She shrugged, absently smoothing her dress over her hips, looking back around at Phoenix. “Forgive me for saying, but you two don‘t exactly sem like the most obvious of friends. How did that happen?” She questioned, tilting her head at him, examining him once again. He was handsome, that was for sure; handsome in that roguish way that only criminals could manage.

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[Vyncent Schwarz]

"Well, I'm glad that you think so. I'm afraid we're not as interestin' as you might think," he apologised, leaning against the wall at the side of the fireplace, enjoying the warmth that played over his cheeks and the light of the flames that glinted in his eyes and off his crimson hair. He finished his glass of wine after just a few moments, thinking for a little while before answering. "Mm... everythin' happens for a reason," he shrugged to himself, smiling as the wine began to warm through his chest and numb him slightly. He slipped to the decanter to pour himself another glass, and then he continued. "I stole his whiskey," he laughed to himself, shrugging as if that was the easiest way to explain.

"I stole his booze and then we just got to drinkin'. Woke up in an inn the next day after he'd climbed into bed with me, I caught him when we climbed outta the window, he saved my life, I busted him outta prison. I suppose that would make some people friends," he chuckled, sipping at his second glass and shaking his head, turning around to look over his shoulder at her. "But that's enough about him, don't'cha think?" he shrugged to her, crossing the room again to stand next to her, looking into the fire. "It's a constant party here, huh."

[Angel ♥]

”From the stories that I hear about you I would guess that you are just as interesting as I might think. Even if only half the stories are true, you are rather interesting.” She commented, smirking to herself. “You aren‘t what I expected.” He didn‘t seem like your usual royal kidnapper, but that wasn‘t what had really happened, was it? You didn‘t have to look too closely at what had happened before you saw the truth. The Princess had run away and the thief had taken a shine to her, it was cute in a hopeless kind of way. This wasn‘t a fairytale, it was real life, and there was no happily ever after lurking around the corner.

“I should be surprised…but I‘m not. All that sounds just like Kevay.” She rolled her eyes. Yes, she knew all too well what the cupid got up to. She found his exploits endlessly amusing. “You two have been busy. You can hide out here for as long as you like.” She nodded, stretching out absently, arching her back. She would be leaving for the city soon anyway, Kevay and Phoenix would be safe here until everything had died down enough for them to move on. Once she was gone there would only be the servants here, and they wouldn‘t say anything. They wouldn‘t breathe a word of what happened to anyone outside of these walls.

“A constant party.” She shrugged, as though it were nothing. “I have to keep my friends happy and occupied. I like having a busy house.” She explained, tilting her head at him. “If you are wanting to join the party then I am going to have to find you some new clothes…”

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[Vyncent Schwarz]

"Hell, I wish that half the stories weren't true, it'd make my life a lot less dangerous," Phoenix shook his head and smiled to her faintly. "Oh?" he tilted his head at her, brushing his bangs out of his face and smirking. "What were you expecting? Some black cloaked villain with a mask on and a cheesy laugh?" he grinned to her, sipping at his second glass of wine. "Sorry to disappoint I guess," he shrugged. The thief smiled and sighed, almost in relief, at the news that they could spend as long as they needed to in the mansion. A safe house of sorts. Phoenix hadn't had one of those since he'd been in Cressa as a well known, even if pretty harmless thief. God it was nice to have something to fall back on again for once, and the tension visibly drained out of his shoulders.

"We've been too busy," he agreed with a smirk, shrugging out of his coat now (it was the only thing that had barely any wear and tear in it thanks to their recent escapades) and lying it neatly on one of the cushioned footstools. He chuckled at the idea of joining the party, finishing his second glass of wine and grinning as he turned to face her, spreading his arms out to examine his clothes, which had been brand spanking new just a day or so before. The waistcoat was fine, but the silk shirt had a hole or two in it and the trousers were covered in dust and mud from where he'd busted Kevay out of his cell. "You think you can fix me up, huh? I ain't as bad as Kevay, but I'd hate to make the wrong impression to your friends..." he winked.

[Angel ♥]

”Where is the fun in life without a little danger? You don‘t seem like the kind of man that is prepared to fade into the background and settle down.” She commented absently, shrugging her shoulders a little. A smirk touched to her lips at his question, the lady shaking her head ever so slightly, declining to explain what she had been expecting. He didn‘t seem like the type to fall head over heels for someone, to give up everyone and everything to bust a poor little Princess out of her lavish prison and go running halfway across Demia with her. No, he wasn‘t at all what she had been expecting, not that this was necessarily a bad thing; for one, as already mentioned, he was far more handsome than she had been expecting. “I will forgive you, though I wouldn‘t have gone as far to say that I was disappointed.” She murmured, the tone to her voice and the way her gaze flickered to him as she spoke suggested that she felt quite the opposite of disappointed.

Larine was leant casually against the desk, tilting her head as Phoenix turned to face her, emerald gaze running over him critically. “Hmmm, I think that I can at least so something with you.” She murmured, an impish gleam in her eyes as she straightened up and moved over towards him. “I am rather sure that Kevay will stay out of sight until he has cleaned himself up, but you don‘t have to worry about embarrassing me, that would imply that I care what they think.” She was stood a little too close to Phoenix now, the lady marginally shorter than him, meaning that she had to tilt her head ever so slightly to look up at him. “First of all, we need to get you out of those clothes, then I will see what I can do.” Her hands moved to the buttons of his waistcoat, slowly unfastening them.

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[Vyncent Schwarz]

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Phoenix chuckled to himself, shaking his head lightly. "I don't plan on ever settlin' down." A subtle lie, yes, but then he wasn't ever going to see Rory again, so he had abandoned any loose ends that came attached with the feelings he'd had for her. He was a man-whore again, and a commitment-phobe to boot. "And I'm all about the danger," he objected, mischief flickering in his eyes as he looked across at her. "But you know what they say about too much of a good - or bad - thing. Danger all the time just gets tirin', and then it kinda defeats the object of makin' life interesting, doesn't it?" he tilted his head at her, shrugging a shoulder as he watched her. "Oh?" he smiled crookedly. "Well, I am glad that I didn't disappoint. I've got a criminal reputation to live up to, y'know," he winked.

Phoenix echoed Laurine as she ran her gaze over him, the thief seeming more than comfortable with her critical eye, standing casually as he let his gaze linger here and there on the lady. There was no doubt about it. She was stunning. God, Kevay had the best friends. "That's a relief," he commented playfully. "At least I'm not a lost cause," he looked down at himself as if to try and see what she saw, one hand resting relaxedly in the pocket of his trousers. He laughed roguishly at the idea of embarrassing her. "Please, would I do such a thing? You clean me up and I'll be on my best behaviour," he promised, though his eyes lit up with a mischievous fire as she drew closer to him.

A thievish smirk lifted one corner of his mouth when she looked up at him, Phoenix tilting his head ever so slightly. She was a little too close and he cared too little. His smile grew as her hands moved to the buttons of his waistcoat, the thief shrugging out of it as soon as he was able. "You'll have to show me, though," he murmured. "What can you do?"

[Angel ♥]

”Tiring? Well, I guess that even danger can get boring after a while. Perhaps you should shake things up a little?” Her voice was only low now seeing as though she was so close to him, casually unfastening the last button on his waistcoat before pushing it back over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor (where it landed with a soft thump, but she ignored the garments abnormal weight). Being this close to him meant that she could smell him, a mixture of dust, stale booze and a hint of sweat. He smelt like a real man, not like those powdered pansy’s who pranced around downstairs and smelt more like women than anything. Bah, she preferred her men a little rougher around the edges. “A criminal reputation, hmmm? Well, you‘re going to have to prove that one to me. I‘m not inclined to believe every rumour I hear.” Another smirk, and she had shifted slightly closer now. There was barely any room between them.

Her hands were busy unfastening his shirt tauntingly slowly, the knowing look in her eyes suggesting that she knew that Kevay had made these clothes. She owned enough of his creations to recognise the workmanship. What he was wearing wasn‘t, however, all that interesting to her. She was more interested in getting his clothes off. “Best behaviour?” There was playful disappointment in her emerald eyes as they flickered up to him, wine coloured hair spilling over her shoulders as she shook her head. “I‘d prefer your worst behaviour.” That was nothing more than a whisper into his ear, Laurine having to lean up on the balls of her feet to reach him, lips brushing over his skin with a feathery light touch. His shirt was open now, her warm hands slipping inside to tease along his side.

“I‘ll show you exactly what I can do.”

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[Vyncent Schwarz]

"Like I said before," Phoenix laughed, his voice low and quiet considering the small distance between them. "Sometimes I wish some of the things they say about me aren't true. But if that's what you want, I guess I'll just have to prove it to you," he grinned at her. There was a soft sound of material shifting and Phoenix flicked his wrist. In one smooth movement, without even the slightest resistance from the dress, the thief had removed the silk ribbon, holding it up for Laurine to see. He hadn't lied when he'd said he was light fingered. "But that's nothin'," he assured her, dropping the ribbon to the floor and smirking, his hand snaking around her waist now to draw her even closer.

"You don't wanna do that," he grinned to her at the suggestion that he be on his worst behaviour. "You're gonna wish you'd never said it," he assured her, gritting his teeth as she undid his shirt, the thief watching her as if wishing she'd hurry up at the same time as he wanted her to keep the same pace. As she slipped her hands inside his shirt, Phoenix reached up to tilt her head towards him, leaning forward to press his lips against hers in a kiss. His hands soon wandered, moving to hook under her legs and lift her from the floor, Phoenix looking up at her with lust in his eyes.

The thief couldn't really tell how long it had been since Laurine had first whispered in his ear. All he knew was that there had been a lot of booze in between (for him, at least, and that was always going to make him happy) and that the lady had DEFINITELY succeeded in showing him exactly what she could do. Phoenix awoke in what he assumed was a bedroom... he was on a bed, at least, and it was the most comfortable bed he'd ever found himself in. Yeah, he was going to like it here. His clothes were... somewhere; he assumed he'd lost them on the way to the bedroom, and an incredibly satisfied smile spread across his face as he remembered the night before. Lazily, he flopped onto his back, blinking dazedly as he woke up.

[Angel ♥]

Phoenix woke alone in the bed, the pillow next to him smelling faintly of Laurine‘s perfume, but she was nowhere to be seen. The thief was privileged enough to have actually ended up in her bed, but he couldn‘t expect her to hang around and wait for him to wake up. She had things to do and people to see, mainly arranging for everything here to get packed up and arrange her transport back into the city. The silk sheets were a mess around the thief, the lavish room in a similar state of disarray, things knocked over here and there, cushions scattered around the room, fur rug in front of the still smouldering fire place was wonky. Well, at least it looked like they had fun last night.

There was a note on the pillow beside Phoenix’s head, the writing elegant and flamboyant, a kiss in red lipstick on the bottom of the sheet of expensive paper. Well, the note had been on the pillow, it was currently in Kevay’s hands, the cupid looking half amused and half annoyed as he scanned the note. He had slipped into the room a few minutes ago, having guessed that Phoenix was here seeing as he couldn’t find him anywhere else, and was now sat crossed legged on the bed next to him. There was a pile of neatly folded clothes beside him, those obviously meant for Phoenix seeing as Kevay was in fresh clothes already. He was all nice and clean and fed and well rested, not that he noticed any of that right now.

“Bastard.” He huffed, waving the note at Phoenix as he realised that he was awake. He was pouting now, turning the note to show it to Phoenix, “I leave you alone for one night, one night! And you get in her pants! Bah!”

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[Vyncent Schwarz]

Phoenix was fully intending on simply going back to sleep, considering that there didn't seem to be any immediate rush (and his hangover was pounding away behind his temples), but he was disturbed before he got the chance.

"Bastard."

Kevay's voice drew him from his stupor, the thief curling up and peering up at him blearily, seeming confused and vaguely annoyed. He'd been expecting Laurine, if anyone; the scent of her perfume still laced through the air, and Phoenix could still feel the touch of her skin like silk on his--- no, he was getting carried away with himself.

"Whenever I go t'bed with a woman I wake up an' she's turned into you," he commented. "Why is that?" he tilted his head, his hair having come out of its plait, currently tumbling around his face and shoulders in messy red tousles. He let his sleepy gaze flicker around the room, and an amused smile lit up his face. God, everything was a mess. He was amazed that the fur rug hadn't caught fire... that was lucky, really. It was a few moments before his attention was drawn back to Kevay and the note. He eyed the red lipstick with a somewhat familiar spark of lust in his eyes, the thief smirking up at Kevay and flopping back on the pillows as he looked at the cupid.

"I can't read," he told him sweetly, almost giggling to himself at the irritated look on his face. "What's it say? And why'm I a bastard? You never got in her pants? You? HOW?"

[Angel ♥]

”Hmm?” The cupid ooked momentarily distracted by Phoenix‘s question, smirking at him rather mischievously before shrugging. “I get lonely and the women you bed want to run before they get caught?” He suggested, looking around the room before shaking his head. “If it helps, Laurine doesn‘t generally bring people back to her room. She must have really liked you…” He commented, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He‘d known Laurine since she was a teenager, and even back then she‘d been the one that everyone was falling over their feet to get to. She had all the power, and she knew just how to use it. It didn‘t hep that she was the only damn woman that Kevay hadn‘t managed to get into bed, but Phoenix had succeeded. Bah, he felt almost betrayed.

“What does it say?” He wrinkled his nose up at that question, looking back down at the note again, not sure that he really wanted to read it out. “She says that she‘s sorry that she had to leave but she‘s busy and blah blah blah and she enjoyed last night and you really are very good with your ha- I don‘t want to know about that.” He shuddered, huffing as he read. “It says lots of other stuff too, stuff you‘d enjoy a lot, but I don‘t want to read it to you. I‘m going to have to teach you to read.” He shook his head at the thief. “Until then, you are just going to have to use your imagination.” He told him, passing him the note before moving to lean back against the wall.

“Least you had fun last night.” He mumbled, folding his arms over his chest. “How? If I knew that, I‘d know how to fix it, but she says no, every fucking time. She says I‘m not her type. She slapped me last time, I don‘t want to get slapped again.” He pouted, shaking his head and touching a hand to his cheek, as though he could still feel the slap.

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[Vyncent Schwarz]

"Awh, Kevay, I love you too," Phoenix grinned and shook his head. "Of course they wanna get caught. Are you sure you don't just scare 'em away?" he shrugged, shuffling to half sit up, leaving the blankets in his lap so that the cupid didn't end up getting an eyeful of something he'd regret. Not that he thought Kevay would really care about discretion or anything like that. "Hmm...? Heh, she must have," he examined the lavish room almost hungrily, flopping against the wall and glancing at the cupid, pride sneaking into his gaze as it became clear that his first impression had been right. "I really liked her too," he informed him, running his fingers through his hair. "She definitely shut my mouth, put it that way."

The thief looked interested as he started to read the note, tilting his head and laughing to himself, seeming even more amused because Kevay felt so awkward reading it. "You'll have to, I wanna know what it says," he informed the cupid, taking the note and looking at it uselessly when it didn't reveal any of its secrets, though he eyed the red lipstick kiss with a smile, folding it loosely and setting it on the bed-side table. He fully intended to pocket it later, though it was difficult to tell which set of clothes it was going to go into. Since meeting Kevay, Phoenix got the impression that he was going to go through a lot of clothes. Something he really wasn't used to.

"I did have fun last night," he agreed, looking at the folded set of clothes now and tilting his head at them, before his gaze moved back to Kevay. "She slapped you? Shame. She can do a lot of nicer things with her ha-- you don't want to know about that," he smiled happily, wrapping a blanket around his waist and rising to his feet, grabbing his clothes. "I'm gonna go bathe and dress and whatever," he waved a hand at the cupid. "I'll meet'cha downstairs, if I can remember where it is. This place is so big, even I'll get lost. Hell, I don't even know where I'm gonna find a bathin' room," he chuckled to himself, as if getting friendly with the servants was just going to be part of the fun for him.

All things considered, it was about an hour before Phoenix was anywhere near ready, the thief moving soundlessly down the stairs to the entrance hall. He could smell food, assuming the servants had made breakfast for the two of them (since the house was eerily empty otherwise, compared to how busy it had been the night before). Before he could pass the hall, however, one of the servant boys he had been talking to skipped up to him, a battered envelope in his hands. He tilted his head and had a short conversation with him - apparently a haggard looking messenger had tracked him from Lait to give him the letter, and had been following him for some time before that.

That didn't bode well, all things considered, but Phoenix took the envelope nonetheless. He peered down at it, tilting his head. He recognised his name (it was one of the few words he could read and write) and he swore BLIND he knew the handwriting. It was beautiful to look at, it almost looked like...

"Kevay?" Phoenix called, walking surprisingly quickly towards the scent of food where he figured the cupid would be. "Kevay, can you read this for me? It's important," he waved the envelope expectantly.

[Angel ♥]

”You figured me out. I scare them off, on purpose, so you can wake up to my beautiful face.” He winked to Phoenix playfully, now tactfully ignoring the rest of the room. He didn‘t want to imagine what had happened here last night, if he did he was likely to explode from all the jealousy. Phoenix had managed to seduce the one woman, the one singular woman, that Kevay had been unsuccessful with, and he‘d done it in one night and not even when he was looking his best! No, it really wasn‘t on, he was going to have to do something about this, he couldn‘t just let the thief brag about this without getting something to retaliate with. He plugged his ears with his fingers as he spoke, blocking out what he said, scowling at him until he stopped. “You‘re mean. She was my friend first, hands off.” He huffed, folding his arms over his chest in childish annoyance. Damn that thief, he got all the best women. A Princess and now Laurine? Who would have guessed that he was a slummer?

“I‘ll wait for you downstairs, sure I can find something to do down there while I wait.” He grumbled, rising to his feet, smirking at his comments about getting lost. “It‘s easy when you et used to it. There is usualy someone floating around to point you in the right direction if you really are lost.” He added to the thief before wagging his finger at him. “Don‘t go stealing anything, you hear? She‘s letting us stay here for free, at least pickpocket from her guests instead of robbing her blind.” He warned playfully, smoothing down his jacket as he rose to his feet before wandering off out of the door, the gleam of mischief in his eyes telling that he was planning on finding what trouble he could get himself into while the thief prettified himself.

Kevay‘s hour had been much duller than he had expected. Laurine seemed to appear every time he got close to distracting one of her maids, shooing him off to ‘play somewhere else and stop getting in her way‘. He had eventually given up and had been sat in the dining room, drumming his fingers over the polished surface of the table. He‘d already eaten and was now sat peeting into his coffee cup, looking mindlessly bored.

He glanced up as the thief approached, looking suddenly dizzy as he waved the envelope at him. Oh dear, that was bad news, that much feeling from an inanimate object was never good news. Never. “I don‘t wanna…” He whimpered as he accepted the envelope, looking down at the elegant, neat script on the front. “Wow, how far has this travelled?” He questioned, glancing to Phoenix questioningly before catching the urgency in his eyes. Okay, no delaying or Phoenix would probably hit him.

He opened the envelope carefully, taking out the expensive paper and unfolding it, starting to read;

Dear Phoenix,

I am not even sure that this letter will find you, or if you will be able to read it, but there is a chance, and that is all we have left. I just hope that you will get this and know that I am thinking of you.

I am sorry for getting caught. I was careless, before I knew what was happening it was too late. I tried to get back to you, I never wanted to leave like that, without a word, but I had no choice. I hope that you are not mad at me, and I hope that you didn’t worry too much. I miss you so much, but I can’t get away. They watch me so closely, it was all I could do to write this letter. It doesn’t seem like enough, not after everything that has happened…

Be careful, Phoenix. Keep your head down and get out of Cressa before they find you. I know it’s your home, and, after everything, you deserve to feel safe at home, but I fear what they would do to you if they caught you. My father is furious, I have never seen him this angry. He is sending me away, somewhere that I won’t cause any further embarrassment to the family. Far away, he hopes that you won‘t be able to follow. I hope that you won‘t follow, you have given up enough for me, I have caused you enough trouble, I wouldn‘t want to cause you any further suffering. They are sending me to a Tower in Ecritetre, that is all I know. Not that it matters, anywhere feels like a million miles from you.

Thank you, Phoenix, for everything. For saving me, for believing in me, for giving up everything to run away with me. You are a better friend that I deserve, and you deserve more than this letter, these words that you can‘t even read. I owe you a better goodbye than this, but I am doing my best. Don‘t come looking for me, you will never find me. It‘s too far, too far away from home for you. I wish you all the best, I hope that you will be able to stop running, that you can be safe somewhere. I will never forget you, but I think that it may be better for you if you forget about me. Forget about everything that went wrong because it hurts too much. Don‘t let this pull you down, don‘t let this consume you.

I love you, Phoenix, with all my heart.

Aurora

Kevay looked close to tears by the time he‘d finished, turning a sheet of paper to show Phoenix the drawing. The beautiful wooden rose didn‘t meant anything to the cupid, but he felt that it would mean something to the thief. “I‘m sorry, Phoenix.”

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