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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 22, 2010 14:45:21 GMT -5
Kevay shook his head as the thief asked if he had ever met another cupid. Technically, he had, but he‘d killed that one before he even knew what he was doing. He figured that there weren‘t many creatures like him in the world, if there were then there would be far more stories about them than what there were. Sometimes he heard a whisper that suggested the existence of another, but he had never dared follow those up. He wasn‘t sure he wanted to meet someone else like him. What if they told him that he was doing it all wrong? No, he‘d stick to how he was for now. Maybe one day he‘d go searching for others, but not yet, not while he still felt like sure a failure.
The cupid smiled apologetically to Phoenix as he made him look at him, the insanity in his eyes dulling a little as he started to speak about Rory. He could feel the difference in the thief, feel the heartbreak fade into the background, this replaced my a much sweeter emotion; love. This had a calming effect on Kevay, his blue eyes falling closed as he busied himself with attempting to imagine this perfect woman that he was describing. “I heard rumours, they all say that the Avalan Princess is stunning.” He put in quietly, sighing softly. So beautiful that even he would be tempted to stay with her? Well, Hell, she must be one Hell of a woman. Kevay had his pick of everyone (practically), and commitment wasn‘t in his nature. Then again, he got an inkling that Phoenix wasn‘t really the settling down type either.
“She sounds perfect.” He smiled, half because of the description and half because of the feelings radiating from Phoenix. He actually found himself cuddling up closer, as though in an attempt to absorb all this love that Phoenix was giving off. He silently promised that he would find this girl, that he would travel to every tower in Ecritetre, stand outside and see if he could sense heartbreak that matched that which had come from the letter. He couldn‘t leave Phoenix like this. He loved her, and he‘d lost her through nothing that either of them could control. He would get her back, no matter what.
“Sounds like you‘re smitten. I can‘t imagine a woman like that. I tend to bring out the worst in people…” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 22, 2010 15:15:49 GMT -5
"She is perfect... and I love her," Phoenix shrugged a shoulder, as if he didn't mind admitting it any more. It wasn't as if he could do anything about it, so he might as well be honest with his feelings. "She's so clueless, though. All you'd do is laugh, if you saw some of the things she's done. I guess bein' a Princess makes you pretty oblivious to the outside world. I dunno about now, though... since we met she seems to have a pretty good head on her shoulders. Hell, she broke me out of the Claustrum," he wrinkled his nose at the memory of that place, shaking it off with a brief shudder so he could get back to fonder memories. "I guess I am smitten," he laughed warmly, shaking his head. "I've been in love with her for longer than I thought... " he sighed, smiling as he fell silent.
He gazed down at Kevay when he spoke again, lifting one red eyebrow. "No, you don't," he objected. "Listen to the conversation we just had... that ain't the worst in me you brought out just now. I haven't felt this happy in... in far too long," he looked away, his smile fading to something a little more sad. "You'd have to meet her in person to see for yourself," he nodded. "I wish you could meet her... at the same time as, y'know, I really hope you don't," he laughed. "Sorry, Kevay, but if you charm her, I'm gonna have to hurt you," he winked. It helped, talking as if he really was going to see Rory again, despite the letter he'd received. 'What-if's made it sound like he would find her again one day. He was so distracted he didn't even really mind as Kevay cuddled closer to him.
"See? You don't bring out the worst in people. You're too nice for that. You're not a bad person, like I said. You're just... absurdly unlucky," he laughed. He sat up a little then, looking down at the cupid. "Besides, your jester doesn't sound all that horrendous. You must have brought out some good in her, too."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 22, 2010 16:05:37 GMT -5
”Being a Princess would mean you were pretty sheltered. I bet she‘s adorable.” He smiled at the thought His eyes widened slightly at the mention of the Claustrum, Kevay sitting up just enough to look up at Phoenix and tilt his head, though he thought it better not to ask. He couldn‘t even imagine the thief in the Claustrum, never mind the Princess. No, he didn‘t want to think about someone so beautiful and delicate (that was how he imagined her from Phoenix‘s description) in a place like the Claustrum. Regular prisons were terrifying enough, but a big bad place like that? Shit that wasn‘t even worth thinking about. He supposed that the thief must have ended up in there because of the whole kidnapping thing, but, from what he was hearing, the Princess had gone with him voluntarily. Less of a kidnapping and more that Phoenix had saved her from wandering the streets alone and clueless.
“You know it‘s real when it happens like that. Love isn‘t something you force, it grows…like a weed. Once it‘s taken root you can‘t stop it.” He mumbled, sounding half amused and half annoyed. The roots had grown into his friend‘s heart, and there was no way that he would be able to pull them out now. It only reaffirmed what he had already decided to do. Find the Princess, how many towers could there be in Ecritetre? Well, remote ones that you could hide a Princess in? Not so many, or that was what he was hoping. He would check them all, every last one of them, no matter how long it took. Well, no, that was a lie. He needed to find her before Phoenix grew bitter from the heartache. He could do it, he would do it! Damn it! He was a cupid, this was what he was meant to do.
“I will do my best not to charm her pants off. But…she‘s a Princess. I‘ve always wanted to bag me a Princess. Can‘t get any better than that.” He smirked, a weak gleam of mischief in his eyes before he closed them. “Lexie was an amazing person to begin with. She was immune to my tainting her…almost.” He wrinkled his nose up before shaking his head. He knew what he‘d done wrong, even though he‘d been trying to make her feel better at the time. “I‘m fucking tired. We sleep?” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 22, 2010 16:23:17 GMT -5
"She is," Phoenix assured the cupid of Rory's adorableness, though he smiled as Kevay sat up to look at him. "One day I'll tell you 'bout it, maybe," he nodded, referring to the Claustrum. Today wasn't a good time to talk about what had happened in Ilyria and how he'd ended up in that horrible place. Christ, Phoenix still had nightmares about it sometimes. Those thoughts were best left in the back of his mind for now. "Like a weed?" he repeated, unable to stop his laugh. "That's a funny way of thinkin' about it. What happened to love 'blossoming', huh? Weeds don't blossom," he rolled his eyes. "Kevay, for a cupid you're pretty bitter. Maybe you should tell me about that sometimes..." he murmured.
"Well you can just carry on always wantin' to bag you a princess. Hands off," he pouted to Kevay, though there was mischief in his eyes as well. It was bad enough with him using his cupid powers and out-doing Phoenix whenever they went to hunt for beautiful women. If Rory fell under his spell, Phoenix would have no choice. He'd have to give Kevay a black eye. "Hey, you didn't taint her..." he objected, shaking his head. "From the little I remember from what you told me about it, there's a difference between grief and bein' tainted. Stop bein' so negative," he muttered, smiling a little and squeezing his shoulder.
Phoenix didn't look surprised as the cupid said he was tired. "When was the last time you slept?" he enquired, waiting a moment before looking down at Kevay again. "You're not gonna let me go, are you?" he smirked. Even on a good day, the cupid still ended up in Phoenix's bed. When he was unhinged like this, it was pretty obvious that he wouldn't want to sleep alone. Sighing in submission, Phoenix kicked off his shoes and shuffled back on the bed to lean against the headboard. "I'm pretty tired too. Sleeping on a table in a bar ain't comfortable," he shook his head.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 22, 2010 16:45:41 GMT -5
”You can save nasty stories for another day. I just want happy ones.” Kevay pouted at Phoenix, as though to tell him that he wouldn‘t listen even if he tried to tell him the Claustrum story today. Anything with doom and gloom wasn‘t what he wanted to hear right now. He wanted happy stories with happy endings (or no ending, if there wasn‘t a happy one). “Just because I‘m a cupid, doesn‘t mean that I have to like love.” He wrinkled his nose up, shuddering a little. “The world needs it, and maybe it can make a few people happy, but I can‘t see why anyone would want it.” He shook his head at the idea of being in love. In love? No, not again, thank you very much. “It was a long time ago. I think it‘s a story that you‘d rather not hear and I‘d rather not tell.”
“Aww, you won‘t even share? Not even for a few hours?” He pouted playfully, arching an eyebrow at Phoenix. “Don‘t give me that look! You got in Laurine‘s pants. I‘ve not got in Laurine‘s pants! That‘s cause I‘m arrogant, she says I‘m too arrogant and slaps me. It hurts my feelings.” He huffed, rubbing at his forehead. He felt ill, all weak and shaky, though he supposed that was all due to not eating, sleeping or generally looking after himself. First he would sleep, then he would eat and drink, then he might even think about leaving the room to get a bath. Might, that was a big might, but it felt nice to have such daring thoughts right now. He was almost certain that he would feel differently.
“I‘m not letting go.” He confirmed, moving to lay down with Phoenix, clinging onto him unashamedly. Yes, he was sleeping cuddled up with a man, but it was fine. He was feeling crazy and Phoenix was his best friend, there was nothing strange about this situation at all. Well, nothing so strange that it bothered Kevay. “Not slept since you left. Was scared it would get in and kill me in my sleep. Didn‘t want to die alone.” He explained, his voice a whisper. The cupid‘s eyes were closed as he curled up, shuffling a little to get comfortable. “Mmhm, not the best of idea‘s. Bed‘s more comfortable. Night Phoenix.” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 22, 2010 18:17:38 GMT -5
"It's okay," Phoenix shook his head. "I don't particularly wanna remember the Claustrum today," he murmured, blinking down at Kevay in confusion when he said he didn't like love. Obviously there was a reason behind it, but he didn't want to go into it and Phoenix wasn't going to push the matter. His friend was in a fragile way as it was, he wasn't going to risk making it worse. "All right. You don't have to tell me about it. I just wanna make you feel better... I guess I don't know how to go about it is all," he smiled and shrugged rather helplessly. His smile turned right back into a pout as Kevay mentioned Rory again. "Not even for a few seconds," he told him firmly, laughing in amusement at the reminder of his night with Laurine.
"Well, you are a tiny bit arrogant. But I'm sorry she hurt your feelings," he patted the cupid's head comfortingly. "Maybe one day you'll be able to get in her pants. Then you can brag all you want," he winked. He didn't even complain as Kevay tugged them down, Phoenix shifting to get comfortable, dragging one of the blankets over them and settling back against the pillows. His friend wasn't exactly all there right now, he'd gathered that much. He needed his help and Phoenix had to choose between being Kevay's friend and being his doctor. And right now he thought the cupid would benefit much more from him being the former.
"You're not gonna die, don't be stupid," he assured him sleepily, his head lolling on top of Kevay's. "An' if you haven't slept for that long, you'd best get some rest now," he mumbled, obviously falling asleep. One arm was still securely around his shoulders, the thief allowing him to cuddle into his side as they fell asleep. The worst thing was this probably wasn't the weirdest situation he'd been in.
It was difficult, but at some point while Kevay was asleep, Phoenix had managed to escape the bed to go out into the corridor and fetch the tray of food and drink he'd brought up, setting it on the bed-side table. At the same time, he managed to have a brief conversation with Rosaline, the pretty servant the stable boy had mentioned, assuring her that Kevay would be all right now. He made up a story that the cupid had fallen ill and didn't want to see anyone currently (well, it was almost true, and that was good enough for him), requesting that nobody knock the door unless it was urgent, and asking if they would bring some coffee up in the morning in case he was thirsty.
The story went down well, calm spreading through the household now that there was the suggestion that Kevay would be all right, and Phoenix was able to retreat back into the bedroom and lock the door once more. He was, however, still exhausted from being out for days, so he didn't feel that weird or awkward when he climbed back into the bed, settling back down with his arm around the cupid.
It was the next morning before Phoenix awoke again, and even then he was so groggy that he didn't open his eyes for a while. "Mm... I don't even know if I'm hungover or not..." he muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 23, 2010 12:30:12 GMT -5
Kevay took no time in falling to sleep, a mixture of Phoenix‘s calming presence and his exhaustion combining to rock him off to sleep without much trouble. His sleep was troubled, the cupid scowling and mumbling to himself now and again, seeming unsettled for a while before he would settle down again. Nightmares were most probably the cause of this, but none were bad enough to actually wake him up. Phoenix leaving didn‘t even break through the blanket of sleep that had settled over his mind. Now that he had finally let himself drift off to sleep he wasn‘t going to wake up until he had at least recovered a little bit, which was good. It gave his troubled mind a rest, between the nightmares anyway. At least he wouldn‘t remember those when he woke up.
It was his stomach that eventually woke him, growling loudly in a demand for food. He shifted, scowling faintly in sleepy bemusement before cracking an eye open to glance down at himself. He felt empty, and his throat was so dry that he wasn‘t even sure that he would be able to talk, then there were the shakes; it seemed that his body had finally realised that it hadn‘t had it‘s usual barrel loads of booze. He was cold, and thirsty, and hungry, and he generally felt like shit, but he brightened a little as Phoenix spoke. A hangover, that was one thing that he didn‘t have, thank God. If he‘d woken up with a headache then he might have had to think seriously about throwing himself out of the window.
His gaze shifted up to Phoenix as he realised where the voice had come from, smiling lopsidedly up at the thief. He was still there, he was pretty impressed that he was still there. “If you dunno yet then it‘s probably a good sign.” He mumbled, his voice croaky because his throat was so dry. He rubbed at his stomach as it growled again before closing his eyes and curling up a little more, as though that helped him to ignore it. “I think I hungry.” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 23, 2010 16:27:52 GMT -5
"Mm... that's what I'm hopin', too..." Phoenix mumbled, sighing softly and eventually opening his eyes a fraction, smirking down at the cupid. He shuffled to sit up after a little while, leaving Kevay lying down so he could wake up in his own time. He didn't sound too good, though the thief couldn't help but laugh as his stomach growled. "Yeah, I think you are too..." he agreed with a nod, blinking down at Kevay and rubbing at the side of his head, yawning widely. "Okay, food... I got food..." he nodded after a while, glancing to the bedside table where the orange juice and bread and butter and fruit and other food was piled, the thief reaching over to carefully lift it into his lap.
He motioned for Kevay to help himself, Phoenix pouring himself a glass of orange juice before setting the jug down again, hoping that the sugar would wake him up and distract him from the fact that he hadn't had a drink in a while. He took a sip before speaking, sounding much more awake this time. "How you feelin' today? Any better, or are we still in crazyland? I don't mind stayin', but you gotta warn me if you're panicky and clingy and crazy."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 23, 2010 16:41:40 GMT -5
”Hope, gotta have hope or you‘ll just give in. Giving in isn‘t so good.” He murmured under his breath, not really having either the strength nor the concentration span to put anymore thought into that subject. He didn‘t want to think about depressing things like that, even though that was all that was spinning around in his head. Doom and gloom, though that was broken up occasionally by thoughts of food. Food was a good distraction, for now at least, and he was going to do his best to stick to that one. Baby steps, he just had to take baby steps. He couldn‘t expect to be all happy all at once, he had to work up to that, For now he should settle with not being horribly depressed.
His arms were shaky as he pushed himself into an upright position, leaning back against the wall, tugging the blankets up around himself in an attempt to keep warm. Looking after himself was another of those steps on the road to recovery, he needed to remember to do that. He poured himself a glass of juice when Phoenix was done with the jug, sipping at it before nibbling on the food. He‘d not eaten for days and, as hungry as he was, he was afraid that he would either bite his fingers off or his stomach would explode if he ate too quickly. He didn‘t want that to happen.
“Still in crazy land.” He commented lightly, shrugging his shoulders a little. “You‘ll keep me distracted, right? You‘ll not let my mind go back to those dark, dark thoughts?” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 23, 2010 17:05:13 GMT -5
Phoenix was smirking to himself as Kevay started to eat, the thief shaking his head. He wasn't sure which would be more worrying; him biting his fingers off or his stomach exploding. Either way, he wasn't exactly complaining about Kevay's deciding to eat slowly, even considering how long he'd gone without food. He smiled sadly as the cupid confirmed that he was still crazy, waiting for him to finish eating before settling the tray down on the bedside table once more. "S'okay. I'll keep you distracted. I've had it up to here with dark thoughts. I'm fed up of 'em. I'll make sure you stop thinking 'bout things like that, for both of our sakes," he assured the cupid, glancing across to him and smiling comfortingly.
Phoenix was quiet for a moment before shivering all of a sudden, huddling down under the blankets. There was a definite chill in the air this morning, and since there was only Kevay's bed, Phoenix couldn't care less about being in there with him. In fact, he reached out all of a sudden to pull the cupid into a hug. That seemed to have helped last time, and Phoenix didn't want to provoke another panic attack and have to talk through the door to Kevay again. "A'right... what can I distract you with?" he murmured softly, frowning to himself as he thought, smiling as he realised that he had the shakes as well. Booze right now, though, that would probably be a really bad idea.
"I think maybe you need to start talkin' to me," he decided after a while, frowning a little. "Hell, one thing bein' with Rory taught me was that keeping things in will only make them worse... I think that's maybe why you got this bad in the first place," he sighed. Looking at Kevay just a few days ago, Phoenix would have never thought he would have this much bottled up inside him.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 23, 2010 17:26:57 GMT -5
”Distracted is good.” He agreed, sighing heavily. He didn‘t really want to think, so he needed something to occupy his head with, even though he wasn‘t quite sure how he was going to achieve that. He had a sinking feeling that Phoenix would say no if he suggested that they drank until they couldn‘t think. No, Lexie had warned him that whiskey wasn‘t his friend when he was in this frame of mind. He picked at the food for a while longer, occupying himself with that for as long as he could. He actually ate a decent amount, especially considering how slowly he had been eating.
Once he was done he withdrew back under the blankets with Phoenix, shivering a little, half from cold and half from booze withdrawal. “S‘cold. Ran out of wood for the fire, not that I‘m good with fires. Hate being cold. Should get us a fur blanket, that‘d keep us all nice and snug…” He rambled pointlessly, his eyes falling closed as he spoke. Don‘t think, don‘t think, he just had to distract himself with silly little things. “Laurine‘ll have the best fucking furs around, even though this is her summer place. She‘s got money coming out of her ears…think I even left some of my clothes here last time. My nice winter coat, I miss that coat…”
He trailed off and scowled up at the thief as he suggested talking, biting his lower lip anxiously. “Talking ‘bout what?” He asked even though he already knew the answer. “I miss Lexie, I want my Lexie back.” He sighed eventually, plucking at a loose thread at the edge of the blanket. “You‘d like Lexie, she‘s great. She‘s full of life and energy and colour and she looks after me and keeps me company. I kidnapped her and she didn‘t even seem to mind. I didn‘t even want to sleep with her, she was a friend. She‘s cute when she blushes though…but…I thought it‘d make her feel better. I was dumb.” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 24, 2010 14:57:25 GMT -5
Phoenix only smiled faintly as Kevay rambled to himself, shaking his head a little and glancing over at the fireplace. He didn't dare move yet, but when the cupid had calmed down at little and they'd had their little chat, Phoenix would re-kindle the fire so they'd be at least a little warmer. It was going to be fun waiting for the cupid to feel better and going cold turkey on the alcohol. If either of them made it out alive, Phoenix would be pleasantly surprised. A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth at the mention of clothes, the thief rolling his eyes playfully. "Did you make it?" he enquired. "You'll have to find it. If not, I'll steal you another one. No big deal," he shrugged, not even seeming to be listening to what he was saying. If he had been, he'd probably freak out at the fact that he was talking about clothes and furs and other mundane, strangely feminine things.
His attention snapped back to the conversation at hand, however, as Kevay mentioned Lexie. He smiled softly, absently stroking down Kevay's hair and keeping an arm around him as he sat up a little. "She sounds like she was made for you," he murmured, nodding and frowning to himself a little. "Well, when you're feelin' better, that's what we should do next. We'll go looking for her. She has to be around somewhere, right? Even if she went far away, we'll get news to her and find her somehow, I promise. Besides, if someone is so full of life and colour, it ain't as though they could hide away easily is it?" he smirked, though his smile faded at Kevay's last words.
"I guess both of us need to learn that, for once, sex is not the answer," he winked, nudging the cupid ever so slightly. "You were dumb. We've all been dumb at some point. You, me, everyone. Just learn from the mistake, and we can move on with our lives," he shrugged a shoulder. "What's done is done, y'know?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 24, 2010 15:17:25 GMT -5
”I made is, that‘s why it was the best. Don‘t want a new one, I want that] one.” He mumbled, pouting to himself, looking close to throwing a childlike tantrum, but he just didn‘t have the energy. Maybe later, but not now. Now he just wanted to curl up and be warm. “Laurine‘ll have other clothes here that we can borrow. Dunno why she has men‘s clothes, but it‘s better not to question her. There‘s a reason for pretty much everything that woman does. Never seen anyone so cunning in my life.” Rambling, again, but at least he was talking; at least he wasn‘t drifting off into his own dark and twisted thoughts and sinking further into depression. “She‘s one of the best friends that you could ask for, just gotta make sure you stay on the right side of her. Laurine doesn‘t have many enemies and the few that she has don‘t last long enough to bother her too much. Kinda wish I had that much power, but I‘m not big on responsibility.”
His eyes closed as he spoke about Lexie, the faintest of smiles touching to his features. He could still see her perfectly in his mind. He‘d been a fucking idiot to lose her, how he‘d ever thought that sexing her up would help he wasn‘t sure. His eyes opened as Phoenix spoke, widening a little. “We can find her? Really?” He asked, brightening instantly, moving to sit up, hope dancing in his eyes. They could find his jester? Why hadn‘t he thought about doing that? Wait, no, he knew the answer to that. “What if she doesn‘t want to see me? I don‘t think I could take her walking out on me again.” He sighed heavily, the excitement draining out of him, darkness creeping back into his eyes. “I really really miss her.”
He chuckled darkly at Phoenix‘s next comment, shaking his head a little, moving to rest his head on Phoenix‘s shoulder again. “Liar. Sex is the answer to everything. If it‘s not then you‘re not doing it right.” He mumbled before rubbing at his temple. “Suppose I can‘t change the past. Fuck, I know that better than everyone. Upsetting Lexie can just go in my pile of serious screw ups.” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 24, 2010 15:31:55 GMT -5
Phoenix listened patiently as Kevay started to ramble again. He might not be too good at this whole 'looking after insane cupids' thing, but at least he had realised that talking about whatever was in his head was probably a lot better for Kevay than keeping it all bottled up inside. And from the amount of talking he was doing, Phoenix got the impression that his friend had been bottling things up for a very long time. A smile spread across his face as he spoke about Laurine, the thief nodding warmly in agreement. "I can believe that without a doubt. She's definitely somethin', I'll give you that. I can't see me tryin' to get on the wrong side of her, though. But you've impressed me; you have the best friends," he nodded. "Not as much as Laurine impressed me, but still..."
He glanced down at Kevay then, grinning at the idea of him being responsible. "Nah, I can't see you bein' too responsible. You get distracted too easily," he told him, seeming amused. Phoenix shifted as he sat up suddenly, the thief leaning back on one hand and watching Kevay's expression with a soft smile that he couldn't help. It wasn't his fault; Phoenix might not be a particularly good person, but seeing hope light up in someone's eyes, that still made him feel good. He let a hand rest on the cupid's shoulder as his face fell, shaking his head. "I know you miss her..." he sighed gently, letting Kevay rest his head on his shoulder again.
"The thing is," he told him, "grief can make you do weird things, and put you in weird moods. I can tell you that first hand..." his gaze darkened ever so slightly, but he hurriedly shook it off. "Just because she didn't want to see you then doesn't mean she doesn't want to see you now. She needed time, and that's what you've given her. Hey, tell you what. We find her, and I'll talk to her for you first. If she says she doesn't want to see you, we can just walk away again, so neither of you has to feel awkward or hurt. How's that sound?" he asked, looking down at the cupid. "You never know if you don't give it a shot."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 24, 2010 15:56:29 GMT -5
Talking helped, even though he had no idea what he was saying. Words were tumbling out of his mouth faster than he could even think about what they meant. It felt kinda good to get some stuff off his chest, but he was careful to steer around certain subjects. He didn‘t want to veer off track and end up telling Phoenix all about his dirty little past. No, the past could stay where it was, and hopefully one say he‘d finally be able to shake it off and actually free himself from the guilt. Until then at least he had good friends to look after him. “I only keep the best of friends. I‘m picky.” He nodded vaguely, smiling crookedly. “Laurine picked me as a friend really. She looked out for me for a while. I got myself in a tangle with some of the Ecritetrean nobility and she smoothed it all out for me.” He explained, not offering any more details than those. He did, however, arch an eyebrow up at Phoenix, smirking and shaking his head. “I doubt that I would even want to compete with the way that Laurine impressed you.”
“Mmm, I can barely look after me. No, wait, that‘s a stretch of the truth. I can‘t even look after me, even a little bit of responsibility would kill me.” He agreed, a playful undertone to his voice, though that didn‘t last long. Lexie‘s absence settled in his chest again now that they had been talking about her; he felt as lonely as ever even though Phoenix was there. Lexie felt like a distant memory, he wasn‘t sure that he would ever see her again, and if he did manage to find her he wasn‘t sure what kind of a reaction he would get. Maybe she couldn‘t forgive him? Maybe the grief was too much? Maybe she never wanted to see him again. So many maybe‘s and he had no way of getting the answers, no way other than finding her and asking her. Crap.
“Sounds like a plan.” He nodded to Phoenix as he explained what they could do, smiling to him weakly. “If she does say that she doesn‘t want to see me then you‘ll break it to me gently, right?” He asked, smiling to the thief hopefully. Sending Phoenix to talk to her might seem like a school ground trick, but he couldn‘t face talking to her if she was still mad at him. He couldn‘t bear to see her all upset like she had been. It had broken his heart that he‘d hurt her so much. Fuck, he should really yto be a little more considerate. [/size][/right]
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