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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 20, 2010 15:19:17 GMT -5
"I dunno, really far, prob'ly. Hurry up!" Phoenix flailed at him, frowning a little as Kevay said he didn't want to open the letter. What, did he know something Phoenix didn't? Okay, it was true, he was far from expecting good news, but it was bizarre that Kevay's cupid powers were acting up just at the sight of a piece of paper. The thief sighed in relief as he accepted the letter and opened it up, as if afraid for a moment that he really was going to refuse, and then Phoenix would be helpless. He lingered by the table, drumming his fingers on it and glancing down ever so slightly as he began to read, closing his eyes for a moment as if knowing instantly that it was from Rory, just from the words alone.
I am thinking of you.
A faint smile touched to his face, the thief letting his hand fall from the tabletop as Kevay continued to read. The smile soon faded, replaced by a light frown of confusion. She was apologising...? That was Rory's way... she was always apologising for something, even the things that she couldn't help. He still found it sweet, though. His gaze snapped up at the mention of a tower in Ecritetre, smiling with fresh hope that was soon dampened as the rest of the letter's meaning became clear to him.
Don't come looking for me, you will never find me...
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.
"I..." he began, but it was as though any chance he had of stringing a sentence together disappeared completely as the realisation hit him that Rory was letting him go. Even throughout all of this, all the disbelief and the devil may care attitude, he'd always thought, in the back of his head, that he would find Rory. He'd find her, steal her away and then everything would be all right again. But... she was letting him go. She was saying goodbye.
I love you, Phoenix, with all my heart.
The thief was blinking quickly even before Kevay turned the paper around, his mind racing as he fought to understand what everything meant, and what he was supposed to from here. "Fuck..." he whispered as the drawing of the rose was revealed to him, Phoenix brushing his hair out of his face and rubbing at his eyes determinedly. He wouldn't let himself do this in front of the cupid, even if he was pretty sure there was an audible crack from within his chest.
He took the paper in numb fingers, looking down at it dazedly for a second before sighing quickly and turning away. "I gotta go..." he managed in an unsteady voice, practically fleeing the room and heading towards the front doors. He slipped out of them without so much as a glance at anyone else. He needed a drink. He needed lots of drinks. Fuck, this wasn't happening.
I love you, Phoenix...
He shook the thought away sharply, sniffing softly to himself as he headed towards the lake, intending to walk to the little town just beyond it.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 20, 2010 15:49:54 GMT -5
It was difficult to keep reading as he drew to the end of the letter. Phoenix‘s initial touch of happiness soon fell away, replaced by the raw shock of heartbreak. He could feel it, feel all of it. The Princess had poured her heart into this letter, he could practically see her sat writing this, doing her best not to cry, doing what she thought was right. Then there was the thief, trying his best not to break down in front of him. He‘d obviously forgotten who Kevay was, he could feel everything that Phoenix could with surprising clarity. He felt as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest, and that was a feeling that he had never wanted to suffer through again. This hopeless heartbreak was a little too close to something that Kevay had done his very best to forget.
“Phoenix, I don‘t think…” He began, rising to his feet, but the thief was already leaving, disappearing out of the door before he could stop him. The thief shouldn‘t be alone, he shouldn‘t try to suffer through that pain alone, but he knew that he would get hit if he attempted to follow him. He‘d let the thief go, let all f this settle down before he attempted to talk to him. He sank back down into the chair, smoothing the creases out of the letter and setting it down on the table. He hid his face in his hands, drawing in a deep, shaky breath. Heh, Phoenix wasn‘t the only one that he should be worrying about. He could feel it, the darkness creeping in from all sides, and Lexie wasn‘t here to force it away again. Oh dear.
Days past and the loneliness was crushing. Laurine had left the estate the same day as the letter had been received, leaving behind only the few faithful staff that were required to look after everything. Kevay didn‘t know any of them, and he wasn‘t in any fit state for making friends. The staff were getting worried about the cupid. He had locked himself in his room and wasn‘t letting anyone in. He wasn‘t eating, wasn‘t drinking, wasn‘t talking to anyone, and the only person he knew had disappeared. They had all been waiting for the thief returning to look after his friend, but there was no sign of him.
The stable boy looked terribly out of place walking into the cheap, rowdy tavern, his eyes wide as he looked around. He was only young, around nine or ten, but the others said that Phoenix needed to come back to help Kevay, so going to find him seemed like the most sensible idea. He skirted around everyone nervously, glancing around in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the fiery haired thief. He was in here, everyone in town said that he hadn‘t left since arriving the other day. Ugh, he hoped he found him soon, he didn‘t like this place.
He managed to push his way to the bar, clambering up onto a stool, the barmaid smiling to him brightly (though she looked worried that someone so young was in here, this wasn‘t the place for children). “’Scuse me, you seen Phoenix ‘round here? You know, bright red hair? We need him back, please.” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 20, 2010 16:10:56 GMT -5
Phoenix couldn't even find the will to drink any more. He had been sat in the pub for God knows how long (the days had all blurred into one now), staring into his whiskey bottle and closing his eyes. The bottle was full, but he couldn't conjure any energy to lift it to his lips. The hurt was still raw, but at least he couldn't feel it under the layers of alcohol. Not that he was even particularly drunk right now. He sighed heavily, opening his eyes again and ignoring the door as it opened. He just couldn't shake this depression. Fuck, Rory was gone. She was going to be miserable for the rest of her life and there was nothing he could do for her. He'd never see her again. It felt almost as bad as when he'd found out Miles was dead.
As the kid spoke up at the bar, Phoenix blinked dazedly and lifted his head, seeming vaguely confused. He knew the stable boy from when they had arrived at Laurine's place, but what was he doing there? He'd said 'we'. Who was we? With a sudden realisation, he remembered Kevay. God, how could he have forgotten? He had been so utterly consumed with his grief and misery that he'd completely forgotten the cupid. His eyes widened all of a sudden. Cupid. Oh shit.
"M'here," he muttered loud enough for the stable boy to hear, clearing his throat and rising to his feet, haphazardly brushing himself off and taking a deep breath, shuffling to the bar. "S'all right," he shook his head to the barmaid. "I'll make sure he gets home," he assured her, putting a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. It was a miracle he could make his voice heard over the rowdy noise of the pub. "C'mon, let's go. You can explain on the way..." he mumbled, helping the boy down from the stool and leading him out of the pub, so he couldn't get himself into any more danger. Christ, he didn't think Kevay would be careless enough to send a little kid into a pub like that.
"Wha's happened?" he asked as they moved outside, Phoenix fighting not to stumble considering that the fresh air had just hit him, causing his head to spin for a moment or so. When the moment passed he began to lead them out of the town, back up to Laurine's mansion. "Kevay's still up there? Why'd he send you?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 20, 2010 16:23:48 GMT -5
The boy looked around at the familiar sound of Phoenix‘s voice, smiling triumphantly as he realised that he had found the thief, and all on his own too. He didn‘t look all that good though, not at all. The barmaid looked as though she was about to reach out and stop the boy from going with the thief, but she hesitated. They knew each other, and Phoenix hadn‘t been much trouble. Well, he had picked a few fights the first night before settling into that brooding silence, but that was about it. She doubted that the boy was in any danger, but she still planned on checking later to make sure that they got back up to the mansion without any problems. “You better make sure he gets home safe, I‘ll be checking.” She warned, resting her hands on her hips as she watched him help the boy down from the stool.
The boy felt much better now that he wasn‘t alone, even though Phoenix stank of booze and could hardly stand up straight. He didn‘t explain anything until they were outside, holding Phoenix‘s hand to keep him on a vaguely straight path. “Kevay didn‘t send me…” He explained in a small voice, looking worried as he glanced up at the red head. “He locked himself in his room, he won‘t come out. He‘s all upset too. If you two fell out then you should make up.” He told him with a small scowl, wagging a finger at him, sounding as though he were repeating words that his mother had said to him a million times or more. “I think that you‘re the only one that can make him come out, even Rosaline, you know, the pretty lady? He won‘t even talk to her…” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 20, 2010 16:42:48 GMT -5
Phoenix smiled in response to the bar-maid's warning; not his usual forced smile or his suave I-want-to-get-in-your-pants-so-I-forget-my-life smile. It was genuine. He seemed pretty amused as the boy held his hand to help him get back up to the mansion. Oh dear. How far must he have fallen for this to have happened? He at least straightened up to listen as the boy started speaking, looking down at him and seeming concerned with how worried he was. "He didn't send you...? Then... you haven't even seen him?" he frowned ever so slightly, shaking his head. That didn't sound like Kevay. He depended on people's company, he'd seen that first hand. He was loud and flamboyant and impossible to calm down when he got excited. He didn't lock himself up and refuse to let in pretty women.
"Not even Rosaline?" Now Phoenix really did sound worried, his hand closing around the boy's as he quickened his pace towards the mansion. "We've not fallen out," he assured the boy. "But I'll try an' talk to him anyway, okay? Let's just get you back home, or your mother's gonna kill me," he shook his head, falling silent now until they reached the mansion, ducking inside through the servant's entrance. "So he's been like this for days?" he muttered, scowling and letting the boy go. "I'll take care of this, don't you worry. Just don't tell your mam where you went, 'kay?" he warned the child, smiling lightly down at him and taking a deep breath as if to sober himself up. He looked down at himself, seeing himself as if for the first time.
"Oh, I look like crap," he muttered. Kevay might freak out if he saw him like this. The guy was a clean freak.
Hurriedly, Phoenix gave himself a wash and changed his clothes, grabbing a jug of orange juice and a little food, which he gathered on a tray before heading off to Kevay's room. He needed help from the servants to find it, approaching it warily and setting the tray down next to the door, so he could pick it up later. It looked like everyone had tried to talk the cupid around. He supposed it was his turn.
"Kevay," he called gently, tapping at the door. "Hey, man. It's me, Phoenix. I came back, someone said you were in trouble? Can you open the door?" he asked.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 20, 2010 17:04:36 GMT -5
The child shook his head in response to Phoenix‘s question, jogging along next to him as he quickened his pace. He was a little out of breath by the time they go back, smiling up at the thief sheepishly as he was told not to tell his mother. Oh yes, she would kill him if she knew where he‘d been. She‘d tan his hide if she knew he‘d gone in a tavern, even if he had disappeared for a valid reason. “I won‘t tell. I‘m glad you‘re back.” He smiled up at him, motioning that he was locking his lips, throwing the invisible key back over his shoulder, a silent promise not to tell and get either of them into trouble. He didn‘t want to face his mother‘s wrath! Not when he‘d been trying to do a good deed. Now that they were back the boy scurried off back to the stables before his absence was noticed, trusting Phoenix enough to leave him alone to go and talk to Kevay. He crossed his fingers as he ran off, hoping that this would work.
There was no response from within the room for a long while. Minutes past before there was a shuffling sound in the room, cautious footsteps crossing to the door, a scraping in the other side of the door suggesting that the cupid had slid down the door to sit down on the other side. “Can‘t open the door.” He mumbled, sounding distant and exhausted. He sighed heavily, flinching as the thief‘s heartbreak crept under the door. “M‘sorry. Knew that letter was bad news. I should have lied.” His voice was only quiet, as though he was talking to himself. “Don‘t let the darkness in, Phoenix. If you let it in it‘ll never go away.” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 20, 2010 17:19:35 GMT -5
Phoenix frowned as there was no answer from within the room, the thief looking pretty worried as the silence between them stretched out. From what the boy had said, Kevay hadn't left in days, not to eat or drink or bathe or anything else. Fuck, he hoped he hadn't starved to death in there. Fuck! Relief flooded through his veins as the sound of Kevay slipping down the door reached him, Phoenix's heartbeat slowing just a little. "You scared the hell outta me," he mumbled, sinking down to kneel in front of the door, so that they could speak through it properly. He winced at how tired Kevay sounded. So he hadn't been sleeping either. He left for a few days and shit like this happened?
Then again, he figured that with his new friend being a true to God cupid (and Phoenix was still getting his head around this), he had probably contributed to his weird behaviour. Therefore, he needed to help sort it out, whatever it was. "You can't open the door?" he tilted his head in confusion. "You can, Kevay, just reach up and open it. You gotta let me in, I wanna make sure you'll all right," he frowned a little. He leant in closer to the door as the cupid's voice grew quiet, Phoenix smiling flatly as he caught the words.
"Don't be sorry. I'd have hit you if you'd have lied. I can't do nothin' but move forward. S'better than hangin' onto a useless dream," he shook his head, sighing heavily and batting away the familiar miserable feelings so he could concentrate on Kevay.
He scowled all of a sudden. "The darkness? It's midday... the sun's out," he murmured, not quite getting where the cupid was coming from. "Um... okay. I won't let it in, Kevay. But you gotta open the door," he told him firmly.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 21, 2010 7:52:29 GMT -5
Kevay scowled to himself, looking up at the door handle suspiciously as Phoenix drew closer to the door. He would rather the thief be in here than out there, but opening the door wasn‘t very appealing. What if it snuck in with him? What if it was hiding in one of his pockets ready to pounce out once he was in the room. Fear twisted in his gut as he shuffled back a little, kneeling on the ground, his hand shaking as he reached up for the door handle. “You promise not to let anything else in? You‘ll make everything stay outside, and you‘ll be quick?” He asked, his hand coming to rest on the cold, metal handle, hesitating now. He couldn‘t do it, he couldn‘t. It was waiting out there for him. But…Phoenix was there. Phoenix who had bust him out of prison. Hell! Phoenix had even managed to get into Laurine‘s pants, that had to count for something, right? Yes, of course it did. It meant that there was something special about him. He‘d be able to keep the darkness out, he was almost sure of it.
“But it‘s not useless. Oh God, I hate is so much!” He scowled, darkness flickering through his eyes. A cupid that hated love as much as he needed it…Kevay was a conflicted creature. “All I can feel from that damned letter is heartbreak. It won‘t stop, it just gets worse and worse. I think my heart my explode from it all.” He closed his eyes, as though attempting to block it out. He could feel it creeping under the door too. Phoenix had brought it back with him, but what else had he been expecting? They‘d not even had the chance to give it a try and it was all over. It was awful!
God, he hated love.
All of a sudden he unlocked the door, twisting the handle and opening it just enough to let Phoenix in, hiding from the light that streamed in from outside. “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” He urged, hiding behind the door, as though that would stop anything that crept into the room from seeing him. Maybe if it peeked in and saw that he wasn‘t there then it would disappear again? He could hope. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 22, 2010 11:23:50 GMT -5
"What could I possibly let in from out here? It's just me, Kevay," Phoenix shook his head to the cupid, frowning and straightening up again as Kevay spoke, just in case he opened the door. Phoenix didn't want to have to crawl inside. "I... Kevay, I think we should talk 'bout this another time," he shook his head. Clearly the cupid wasn't himself, and he was getting himself worked up just talking to Phoenix. Besides, the thief didn't exactly want to have a conversation about his misery, he'd spent the last few days trying to avoid that. "I'm sorry, though. I didn't think, I forgot about your cupid thing... I dunno why you've locked yourself up but I really think you should open the door. It's just me out here, I swear," he shook his head.
When his new friend suddenly unlocked the door, Phoenix wasted no time. He had slipped inside before Kevay had even finished speaking, blinking hard to try and adjust his eyes to the sudden dimness. It was so bright outside in comparison to the bedroom. He clicked the door shut, before moving into the room and turning around to look at Kevay properly. "What's goin' on? They're sayin' you haven't come out in days."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 22, 2010 11:37:24 GMT -5
”It‘s not just you. It‘s out there, waiting, and you can‘t let it in.” Kevay insisted. He had never given much thought to the fact that no-one could actually see this darkness that he sense sneaking up on him; Lexie had never questioned him about it and it wasn‘t as though he had spoken to anyone else about his periods of insanity. All he knew was that it was real enough to him, and he didn‘t want to find out what would happen to him if it finally managed to catch up with him. “But you hurt so fucking bad, ignoring it doesn‘t make it go away. Ignoring it means that it‘s always in the back of your mind, waiting for it‘s chance to pounce.” He was scowling again now, rubbing at his forehead. In his experience, ignoring heartbreak sent him into periods of insanity, but that wasn‘t helped by the guilt that was mingled in amongst it all. Was Phoenix feeling guilty? He couldn‘t tell, he kept mixing their emotions up until he couldn‘t tell who‘s heartbreak he was suffering from.
“S‘okay…just reminded me off…something a long time ago.” He shuddered, attempting to force that memory back into it‘s box before it took root. He leant back against the door when Phoenix closed it, reaching out to lock it before he relaxed, closing his eyes. “Hiding. Can‘t go out, not safe.” He shook his head, suddenly moving to throw his arms around the thief, burying his face in his shoulder, practically clinging to him. “Please don‘t go again, please. Don‘t like being on my own. I want Lexie, make Lexie come back?” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 22, 2010 12:16:13 GMT -5
"It... well, all right, if you think there's something out there, I'll make sure it doesn't come in," Phoenix shook his head at Kevay, looking him over as he stood opposite him in the room. "When was the last time you ate, or drank or even went to sleep?" he asked under his breath, as if wondering how the cupid was even alive right then. He really didn't look like himself. "Huh..." he murmured as Kevay spoke again. "...How old are you?" he asked all of a sudden. 'A long time ago' sounded like it meant something different to Kevay than it did to Phoenix.
But before the thief could try to get his head around his friend's weird behaviour, Kevay had flung his arms around him. Immediately, he felt awkward. Oh, crap. He didn't want to be here. Maybe he could leave again? That sounded like a good idea. If he peeled the cupid off him, left the food in the room and made sure the door was locked, he could run like hell away from this place and leave Laurine to deal with Kevay when she returned from wherever she was going.
However, even as Phoenix prepared to step back away from Kevay, he was reminded that this man had saved him from being dragged off by soldiers. He'd practically gone to prison for him. He couldn't just leave him there, what kind of friend would he be then? Kevay was obviously unhinged, and he needed someone more than ever. Phoenix running off would probably finish him off.
"I'm not gonna go again," he shook his head, his voice only soft. Hesitantly, he put his arms around the cupid, waiting a few moments before hugging him properly, resting his head on top of Kevay's. "Lexie... that's your jester, right?" he murmured to him, frowning in confusion. "I'm sorry, Kevay. I dunno where she is... you miss her though, right? When you feel better we'll try and look for her, okay?" he told him. "...What's happened to you? You're not yourself at all."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 22, 2010 12:44:13 GMT -5
”So old that I‘ve seen the world change a couple of times.” He shrugged dismissively, as though he didn‘t really like to try and work out his true age. He‘d lost count a couple of decades ago, not that he figured that it really mattered. He didn‘t age, the world was stuck with him until someone killed him or he killed himself; not the nicest of thoughts. He figured that he would end up like the cupid he‘d killed. He‘d grow bored and disillusioned with the world and withdraw from it all, waiting for fate to send someone to take his place. That time wasn‘t now, he was pretty sure about that. He may hate love, but he hadn‘t totally given up on it. Love existed, as much as he hated to accept it, and it made the world a better place. Well, in some cases. In others, like Phoenix‘s, love ripped your heart out and fed it to the wolves.
His eyes were wide and filled with a hurt acceptance as Phoenix drew back from him. This was too much, he hadn‘t been expecting to come back to this, he was going to leave again. He wrapped his arms around himself, gaze dropping to the ground, hair falling around his face to hide his expression from the thief. Too much, it was too much to ask him to deal with him while he was like this. The last thing Phoenix would have been expecting when they first met would be that he would end up taking care of a crazy cupid.
He had half turned away from Phoenix, reaching out for the door handle again, when the thief spoke. The faintest of smiles touched to Kevay‘s features as he was hugged, his head dropping onto the thief‘s shoulder, arms moving around him to cling to him again. “Can‘t be all on my own. I‘ll die if I get left all on my own.” He admitted quietly, sighing heavily as he told him that he didn‘t know where Lexie was. “We‘ll find her, and she‘ll forgive me? I hate that I made her sad. I make everyone sad, I made you sad, I‘m a bad person.” He scowled, not seeming to hear his question about what had happened. The craziness had snuck up on him, and he was powerless to resist it. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 22, 2010 13:05:17 GMT -5
"Jesus Christ... you're serious, aren't you?" Phoenix eyes were wide as he looked at Kevay. He'd realised that, being a cupid, his new friend would probably have a few more years on him than normal people... but to see the world change a couple of times. That was something else. From his personality alone, the thief hadn't expected that. But this almost explained his behaviour, at least. "You'll die?" he repeated quietly, frowning a little and looking down at Kevay. "But you've been in here for days, you should be out there, with people," he muttered. "And especially not with me. Look at me, I ain't exactly the best person for a cupid to be around right now..." he shook his head.
"Yeah, we'll find her," he nodded after Kevay had finished speaking, smiling faintly and thinking about straightening up, though he changed his mind after a moment of thought. The cupid wasn't exactly an independent person, Phoenix had seen that for himself. And, as was clear, he wasn't in his right mind either. Okay. He had to stop thinking about logic and start thinking about how to make things better. "C'mon, let's sit down..." he murmured, shuffling back to sink down on the edge of the bed, tugging Kevay down next to him and keeping one arm securely around him. "You're not a bad person, Kevay..." he told him softly, smirking a little.
"Don't get me wrong," he shook his head. "I wouldn't say you were a good person either. You're like me. We're in that grey area. At least you got company," he smiled, nudging him softly. "But you're definitely not a bad person. You didn't make us sad on purpose... and that thing with me, it ain't your fault. If you hadn't told me, I'd have had to have someone else read it. I'm glad it was a friend, at least," he shrugged a shoulder. He fell silent for a few moments, then, as if searching for a thread of conversation that would distract the cupid. "...Want me to tell you about Rory?" he offered, smiling faintly. That would help distract Phoenix as well.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 22, 2010 13:53:09 GMT -5
”I live on love. If no-one‘s around to love me, or be in love, then I die. Well, I never pushed it that far before, but I get really ill and tired and stuff. This thing doesn‘t come with an instruction book.” He shrugged, as if that didn‘t really matter. Most of what he knew about this whole cupid business was guess work and trial and error, not that he was someone who really pushed the boundaries. He‘d prefer not to end up dead from an experiment gone wrong, thanks. “Can‘t go out there. It‘ll catch up with me if I go out there. Gotta hide from it until I‘m more good than bad, then it‘ll go away again.” He mumbled ,not caring that he barely made any sense. He was explaining this as best he could.
Kevay seemed to have relaxed a little now that he knew that Phoenix was staying, a small gleam of strength in his eyes. He needed people around him. Granted, a heartbroken person probably wasn‘t the best choice of company, but they were friends, and that was enough to keep him alive. In fact, it was even settling to hear Phoenix saying that he wasn’t a bad person. It didn’t matter that Phoenix didn’t know everything about his past, he’d seen enough of him to know the trail of broken hearts that he left in his wake, and still he said that he wasn’t a bad person, and he didn‘t lie and tell him that he was a fantastic person either. “You don‘t? I try not to be, I really, really do.”
“I‘d like to hear about Rory.” He mumbled, voice only quiet. He wanted to know about this Princess that had managed to catch Phoenix‘s heart. Anything to distract him from all this heartbreak. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 22, 2010 14:20:54 GMT -5
"Oh, I see..." he mumbled, frowning ever so slightly and resting his head on top of Kevay's again, as if he was giving this some thought. No wonder he always surrounded himself with so many people, be they lovers or otherwise. That made sense. "Guess it can't be easy, bein' the only one of you. I don't s'pose you've ever met any other cupids," he shook his head. The thief looked concerned as Kevay started to ramble, reaching out to tilt his head up so he was looking at his face. "I told you," he murmured softly. "You're not a bad person. I'm much worse than you are, trust me," he assured him. He might not know about the cupid's past, but he was pretty sure he hadn't killed more than one person in under a year.
Phoenix smiled faintly as he agreed to hear about Rory, settling on the bed and sighing deeply, as if to think about where he should start. "Rory... well... she's somethin' else. I mean, God, Kevay, Laurine doesn't hold a candle to her. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he spoke quietly, as if afraid that he'd get arrested (again) for saying it too loudly. "If you ever saw her," he sighed, light coming into his eyes again. "I think even you'd be tempted to stay with her. And that's sayin' somethin'," he laughed a little. He sounded far away now, as if he was in his own little world again, where everything was happier than where he was now.
"But she ain't just some pretty face. I mean, she's got the face of an angel, but she acts like one as well... she'd not hurt a fly. It's adorable. When she came to the slums, she didn't have a clue. But don't think she's a push-over... when she's gotta she's got a hell of a temper, and an iron will. She's resourceful and gentle and kind and fuck, she's so quick-thinking she leaves my head spinnin' sometimes, and I've been on the streets all my life. But... God, she was beautiful. Before I knew it she'd stolen my heart..." he shrugged.
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