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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 27, 2012 19:42:43 GMT -5
“You were right. God, Phoenix, I really really wish you hadn’t been right about this. I really wish it had just been boobs.” Kevay mumbled, looking pale as they hurried through the camp. If the information in that letter was accurate then this wasn’t just the eve of battle, the battle was a matter of hours, if that, away. Kevay really wasn’t ready to die.
He jumped as the bellow echoed through camp, nodding as he stopped to wait outside the tent, his hand on his sword. He could barely stand still, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other as he waited for Phoenix. It felt like he was alone out there for an eternity before the cries of alarm went up, Kevay’s eyes widening with fear. “We’re under attack.” He whispered to himself, jumping as a horn sounded to tell everyone what was happening.
He didn’t have the time to run and hide before Phoenix was at his side and the suspicious duo were barrelling straight for them, swords glinting in the moonlight. “We…we’re under attack.” He stammered to Phoenix, backing up and looking around desperately for somewhere to hide. Instinct outweighed training and there was no way the cupid was going to stand and fight.
The battle was a blur. The ties of friendship were stronger than Kevay had realised, but not enough so to make him fight. He slunk from hiding place to hiding place making sure that he could see the thief, occasionally shouting out to tell him when someone was trying to creep up on him.
The battle was bloody, the final dying screams drifting off just as the sun started to rise. Today the sky was bathed with red, which was fitting because blood red was all Kevay could see no matter where he looked. He was curled up on the ground, eyes wide as he looked around, unable to take it all in. “So much death, Phoenix…” He whispered, biting his lip. “Are we dead too? I don’t remember us dying…” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 27, 2012 19:58:44 GMT -5
The sounds of battle filled Phoenix’s ears. He remembered little of the beginning; someone had been barrelling towards the tent, but the thief had cut them down on instinct before he had even realised it was the fat blond man. Behind him the officer with the parchment watched, wide eyed, but Phoenix saw none of it. He was too busy slicing at another opponent rushing at them.
While Kevay hid, Phoenix fought, and he was feeling it now. The training had been worth it, at the very least, his new muscles burning by the time the sun rose. He felt half deaf from the screech of steel on steel, finally falling to one knee in the mud. “No,” he croaked to the cupid. “We won. We’re not dead.” He took a few long, deep breaths to make the fuzziness disappear from around the edges of his vision. His sword felt fused to his hand, his fingers still clawed when he shoved the weapon back into its hilt. Around them in the blood and dirt lay dozens upon dozens of bodies.
If you asked Phoenix, they’d sounded the alarm a touch too late. The damage was done. But the officer seemed to think differently. He was injured, counting their losses, but looked proud of their achievement. More than one of the ringleaders of the sneak attack was shackled in the stables, so soon they would know everything they needed to about the rest of the battle. He had also managed to send word back to the rest of the army, so no further back attacks would be successful.
Phoenix somehow found his feet, exhausted and bleeding, but a grim smile made its way across his face. He limped over to Kevay, leaning down in front of him. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, rising to his feet to pull Kevay up with him. “We’re both still here. Look, the sun’s coming up… We made it.”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 28, 2012 7:50:15 GMT -5
Phoenix’s words didn’t filter through the layers of shock and horror that enveloped Kevay’s mind until he came over and took his hand. The contact seemed to make all the difference, Kevay blinking and shifting his gaze over to his friend. He mirrored the grim smile, squeezing Phoenix’s hand back before letting him haul him up to his feet. He was shaking all over and all of this was far too much to deal with, but they were alive. “We won. We’re not dead.” He repeated after him, breathing out a shaky sigh of relief. “We won and we’re really not dead? I…wow. I didn’t think that would happen.” He admitted with a nervous little laugh.
He looked up at the sky as Phoenix mentioned that it was dawn, biting his lower lip. “I don’t want to be out here when the sun comes up.” He whispered, sounding a little panicked. Seeing the battlefield in darkness was bad enough, but he didn’t think that he could face it in the cold light of day. His vision was already drowning In blood, he didn’t need any more horror today.
Luckily for him, someone came over and took them over to the officers’ tent, ordering them to wait in there until someone was free to come to see them. “You saved everyone, Phoenix.” He murmured, glancing over to Phoenix. “You realised they were plotting and you got the parchment and you sent the alarm up. It was all you, Phoenix. You’re a hero.” He murmured, laughing a little. “We’re not dead and you’re a hero!” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 28, 2012 12:17:44 GMT -5
Phoenix smiled to Kevay reassuringly, looking worried for him and clapping him on the shoulder after he’d pulled him to his feet. “Me neither. But we did, Kevay. We made it and we’re still alive.” He laughed back at him and shook his head a little. He glanced over his shoulder at the lightening sky, nodding quickly. “It’s okay, we’ll get inside soon,” he promised. “Just look at me, okay? Ignore everything around us, just keep looking at me,” he told him, patting him on the back and turning to try and find somewhere for Kevay to sit while they cleared the barracks-turned-battlefield.
Before he could set off, however, they were collared by one of the soldiers, Phoenix instantly looking as if he’d been caught doing something wrong. He couldn’t help it, it was his default expression around authoritative figures. “What?” He arched an eyebrow as they were ushered into the officers’ tent, Phoenix touching a hand to the hilt of his sword nervously. He looked haggard and exhausted, covered in nicks, cuts, bruises, mud and gore. His uniform was torn, he was pretty sure he’d sprained his ankle and there was a gash on his forehead that was starting to make him feel sick and dizzy (though that may have also been anxiety).
“I don’t feel like a hero,” he muttered, shaking his head and biting his lip as the injured officer hobbled into the tent after ordering the soldiers to begin cleaning up. “I didn’t do anything,” he hissed to Kevay, frowning as he said it again and got all excitable. “Stop it.”
The thief was forced to fall quiet as the officer eased himself down into a chair behind a battered, makeshift desk, Phoenix standing with his hat in his hands, waiting to hear what he assumed would be his punishment. “I’m sorry,” he began quietly. “I should have brought the parchment sooner.”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 28, 2012 16:29:00 GMT -5
Kevay was visibly calmer as soon as they were in the tent and the horrors of the attack were shut out of sight. This was better; he could cope when there was a tent between him and all of those dead and dying men. “You found the spies; you warned them about the attack. You saved men’s lives, Phoenix. You stopped them from slaughtering us all.” He murmured, smiling to him a little as he realised the state that his friend was in. “You need to sit down and rest, Phoenix. You went through a lot tonight and you’re hurt.” He murmured, drawing out a chair and motioning to it to tell Phoenix to sit. If he didn’t sit he was pretty sure that the thief would just collapse.
The officer came in and suddenly Kevay looked shifty, rubbing at the back of his head and dropping his gaze to the ground. He was a coward; he’d not fought, he’d just hidden. He was preparing himself for big trouble, but when the officer spoke he had to do a double take.
“Sorry?” The officer sounded honestly bemused, shaking his head and leaning back in his seat. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Garcia. You’re here so we can say thank you.” He told him with a smile. “You were instrumental in tonight’s success. Not only did you discover the plan but you risked your own life to save an officer. We wouldn’t have expected that sort of bravery from any of the more experienced battalions, never mind yours.” He looked to Phoenix before opening a draw and taking out a polished wooden box, sliding it across the table to him.
“This is a medal of honour. We award it for outstanding bravery on the battlefield. It’s yours. Once the battle is over tomorrow we will talk about how to reward you properly and make the most of your potential. For now, the pair of you need to get yourselves to the medical tents.” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 28, 2012 19:01:11 GMT -5
Phoenix looked uncomfortable as Kevay repeated the list of things he’d done to aid the battle – or rather, the list of things Phoenix didn’t think had been so important in the battle that he had just had something to do with. “Mm…? Oh. Thanks, Kevay…” He sighed and gratefully sagged into the chair, giving the cupid an exhausted smile. The longer he let all of this dawn on him, and the longer he realised the battle was over, the more his wounds hurt and the wearier he felt. He sighed and lifted his gaze to the officer, preparing himself for a chewing out.
What happened next, though… yeah. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. The thief’s face got, if possible, even paler, Phoenix stammering out a confused noise that didn’t really convey any meaning. “Thank me? But I…” His eyes widened at the sight of the box. It was all he could do to lean over and take it in numb fingers, making sure his jaw didn’t drop. “No, I mean… thank you.” He nodded, the part about the medical tents glazing over his head, despite the fact that his vision was beginning to blur a little at the edges.
“Of course…” He managed, stumbling to his feet and only just remembering to salute the officer. “Thank you again, sir.” He meandered out of the tent with Kevay, not really knowing where he was meant to be going. “That happened, didn’t it? That actually happened, Kevay. I… did he say reward? I already have this.” He held the box up in one hand, his hat in the other, though it slipped from his fingers without him noticing. His mouth was dry. “I’m gonna…”
The world went dark as Phoenix slid to the ground in the mud, the thief blacking out, and it wasn’t clear whether it was from shock or from the fight.
***
The night passed in a haze, and the following day in a blur. There was a battle, Phoenix was sure of it, but he hadn’t been able to play as… er, fervent a part in it as yesterday. People kept shaking his hand though, and patting his horse’s neck and clapping him on the shoulder. He received all of it with a smile plastered on his face, only really aware of his bruises and his aching arms from wielding the sword. The sun was setting over the battlefield by the borders, and it was clear that, thanks to Phoenix’s message, the win had been easy.
Flags billowed in a chilly breeze all around the campsite, Phoenix cleverly hiding his limp as they meandered through brightly coloured tents, soldiers, officers and commanders with so many medals Phoenix could barely count them. He paused outside their officer’s tent.
“How’d I look?” He mumbled nervously to Kevay. His uniform had, of course, been replaced for one less dirty and bloody, and was pristine on his toned form. His medal of honour was pinned to the lapel of his coat, too, and besides looking pale and in need of a shave, the thief seemed a real soldier. “Let’s get this over with, yeah? I really just want to go to bed.”
Giving a weak laugh, he ducked into the tent and saluted the officer, removing his hat and remaining standing this time. He was just happy his legs would hold his weight.
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 28, 2012 19:20:51 GMT -5
Kevay had managed to evade two battles in one day; maybe that wasn’t something worthy of a medal but he thought that it was a pretty fine achievement. He’d been treated for shock when he’d finally arrived at the medical tent with Phoenix, the doctors deeming his mental state as too fragile for him to be sent out to the main battle. He wasn’t complaining; hiding from all that horror and following Phoenix around all night had taken its toll on him. Most of his day had been spent sleeping in a chair at Phoenix’s bedside, the cupid refusing to leave even now that they were safe. Team work; they’d promised to stick together.
“You look like a war hero. Very dashing. If only your princess could see you now.” Kevay winked to him, reaching out to straighten the medal and make sure that there were no creases in Phoenix’s uniform. Kevay was in clean clothes too, and like Phoenix he looked drawn and exhausted. Hopefully this was the last hoop they would have to jump through before they were released and allowed to get some real rest.
The officer looked up as Phoenix and Kevay stepped into the tent, returning their salute before turning his attention back down to the official looking documents on his desk. “You were promised a reward last night, Garcia. I’ve just had the paperwork completed. You are being awarded with the title of Captain and will be charged with protecting the boarders. You will be assigned to a mountain pass to guard and a regiment in Chamonix. These are the papers confirming your promotion.” The officer paused to pass over the first official looking document, nudging an inkwell and quill to Phoenix. “Signing the bottom will finalise everything, Captain Garcia.”
The officer took out another paper and turned a map to show Phoenix something. “This is a village called Chemin Vert, it’s about an hour to ride from here to Chamonix. I hope that isn’t too far because we are also awarding you land here to show our appreciation. You will receive a manor and a substantial grant of wealth to keep it running, as well as any income from the farming land in Chemin Vert. Does this seem fair to you? Is there anything else we could look into getting for you?” The officer asked, steepling his fingers as he looked up at Phoenix. “Is there anything you would like me to explain?” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 28, 2012 19:53:32 GMT -5
“Heh. Fat chance,” Phoenix murmured softly on the subject of his princess, though he fell quiet to listen to the officer. He arched an eyebrow, stepping closer to the desk. His surprise was obvious on his face, but he was much more composed than the day before. “Sir, really, I only did what I thought was right…” He began, but his complaints swiftly disappeared when he glanced down at the paperwork. He had no idea what any of it said, the thief blinking dumbly as the officer explained everything to him. A captain. He’d said Captain. Captain Garcia.
And… a regiment? Phoenix’s first thought was that he had no idea how to rule, but he didn’t dare say it in case the reward was taken away from him. A regiment in Chamonix. It sounded… chilly, like the rest of the border. But Chemin Vert… now that sounded pretty. Peering from map to paperwork and back again, Phoenix’s keen mind quickly sussed out what was going on, and he would be incredibly surprised if Kevay couldn’t see the dollar signs in his eyes. He hissed in a deep breath through his teeth as the officer asked if it was enough.
“Weeeell,” he began as he took the quill, silently thanking the gods that he at least knew how to mark his own name. “I think it’ll suit me just fine, Sir.” Giving a charming grin, Phoenix straightened up from the desk and lifted the map to examine it, looking suddenly quite roguish. Things. Phoenix liked things. And money. Lots of money. That, for the moment, was even enough to block out the reminder that his princess was gone forever.
“More than fine, in fact.” He smiled over the map to the officer. “It’s fairer than I ever could have hoped. The only thing I can request is… well, this map, to tell me where I’m going. And my good friend’s release from the service – you’ve probably noticed that he’s not the best soldier, anyway. Oh, and to be able to leave right this minute.”
The officer did not say no.
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“Captain Garcia,” Phoenix said for the umpteenth time, laughing as they plodded along on their horses. They had been travelling for a day or so, and had just left the mountain pass of Chamonix. A dreary little place, Phoenix thought it could use a splash of red, but he would deal with that later. A layman on a carthorse with a cart of provisions followed close behind them, but Phoenix sat high in his saddle, a wicked grin both on his face and in his eyes. You could still see the hurt behind the smile, but for now, at least, Phoenix Garcia could say that he was in a good mood. Almost feverishly so.
“I want to say it again,” he murmured to Kevay a moment later. “Say it with me. Captain Garcia. Who on earth makes me a captain?” He cackled and shook his head, the feather on his hat bobbing cheerfully with the movement. It was a cold day, but they were surrounded by green, something Phoenix had missed from the border. People were labouring in a few of the fields, and Phoenix had only just put away the map to recall the lines of where his land begun. “We’re in Chemin Vert now. Look! There’s the village. Say hello to my village!”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 28, 2012 20:11:00 GMT -5
Over the short time that he’d known Phoenix he’d seen threw sides to him; the drunkard, the solider and now he was seeing what he was sure was the most honest reflection of who he really was. He was pretty sure that this version of Phoenix was the thief, and he was also pretty sure that this was the man who’d managed to steal the Princess’s heart.
“Captain Garcia.” He repeated along with Phoenix, laughing jovially as they rode. It had been a long ride, but the going was pretty easy and the weather had been pretty mild. Away from the marching army Kevay could almost enjoy the ride, though he still had to do his best to ignore how saddle sore he was and the tiredness which was lingering in the back of his mind. “Captain Garcia. Ok, I have to admit that sounds really good. But, if you start making me call you that, people are going to think we are gay.” He teased with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
He sat up in his saddle as the village peeked out from behind a hill, smiling to himself as he realised that the sun was shining right down on the village. “Hello, Chemin Vert. Why, you look very pretty sat there in the sun.” He laughed, looking over to Phoenix. “That big house, do you see it? The gorgeous manor looking down on the rest of the village? That’ll make a pretty fitting house for a Captain, don’t you think?” He winked to him before suddenly nudging his horse on a little faster, picking up speed until he was galloping ahead. “RACE YOU THERE! FIRST ONE GETS THE FIRST WOMAN!” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 28, 2012 21:07:30 GMT -5
“See? It sounds pretty great,” Phoenix corrected with a charming smile, laughing to himself almost giddily. “Gay? Me? With you?” The mischief in Kevay’s eyes was reflected in Phoenix’s, and he only found the look on the layman’s face even more hilarious. “Kevay, you wish I was gay with you,” he told him mildly with a wink, craning in his saddle to get a good look at Chemin Vert as well. It really was a beautiful little village, sun dappled and sleepy for the moment. The farmers were on their way home, Phoenix could hear a little chapel bell ringing, and the sunlight caught the light of the manor – his manor – just right.
“You do look very pretty,” he commented to himself, smiling and nodding to Kevay as he was asked about the manor, but when he glanced back around the cupid was gone. “Eh?” Phoenix arched a red-gold brow, looking bemused. “OI!” He yelled in playful outrage, spurring his horse into a gallop so he could pound after the cupid. “I’M THE CAPTAIN, ALL THE WOMEN ARE MINE!” He called after him through laughter.
Their horses were tired, so soon enough they had to slow to a trot through the village, but Phoenix wasn’t complaining. He greeted people who stared at them, offering smiles and nods and salutes and all the things expected of him, and it was nice to see that he got a fair few in return. This was a good start. Now if only he could learn to read, write, fight and command, things would be even easier.
The manor appeared in front of them soon enough, Phoenix’s eyes growing as wide as saucers all over again. The manor looked good; very good, in fact. Phoenix was surprised someone wasn’t already living in it, and he was even more astonished at the group of people waiting outside the door. “Are they servants?” He whispered to Kevay, an elderly gentleman stepping out to welcome them while a stable boy drew up to take their horses. Phoenix dismounted, feeling kind of silly all of a sudden, but he offered a pleasant smile and a handshake to the man, who introduced himself as Roux, their steward.
He requested that they follow him inside so that he could show them to their rooms. After they were washed and changed and rested from the trip, they could discuss the manor properly.
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 29, 2012 13:29:01 GMT -5
First impressions were lasting, thankfully the ones of Chemin Vert had been bang on. Two weeks later and Kevay was still as entranced with the place as he'd been the first time he'd seen it. It was a charming little village, not so small that it felt isolated but still little enough for everyone to know one another. The people were friendly and their daughters were beautiful; always a vital asset in Kevay’s mind. They brewed good ale too. No, scratch that. They brewed brilliant ale! It was perfect for breakfast, and for dinner, and for tea. Oh okay, so maybe Kevay had slipped back into his alcoholic ways, but it wasn’t like he had anything to stay sober for, was it?
Breakfast was served on the small balcony which lead from Phoenix’s room, as usual, the sun glinting on the silver cutlery. Fresh bread, warm porridge, sweet fruit, tangy jams and coffee spiked with whiskey were set out on the morning china, Kevay sipping at his coffee as he sat hand stitching a jacket. He’d taken it upon himself to be Phoenix’s tailor and putting together a full wardrobe for a newly noble thief was no easy feat. It kept him busy though, which was the main thing.
“You will be the bell of the ball, Phoenix! Now we just need somewhere for you to wear your fancy new clothes.” Kevay chuckled to himself as he finished his stitching, glancing up at his friend. “What are your plans for the day, Captain Garcia? More writing lessons? Because, if you get any more ink on the shirts I make you I may just leave the pins in the next thing I make you. Or worse, I will use that lovely rose silk I bought to line your jacket. Beware the power of the tailor, Phoenix.” He laughed, folding the jacket carefully and placing it aside before turning his attention to his breakfast.
“Can you write enough to send me love letters yet?” He smirked across the table at his friend, sipping at his coffee again. They had a good thing going here, Kevay was pretty happy just as long as he was distracted from what he’d lost. [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 29, 2012 14:08:03 GMT -5
Kevay, at least, had had time to accustom himself to Chemin Vert; to walk the little cobbled streets, to get to know a few of the people, to sample the food and roam the countryside if he so chose. Phoenix wasn’t nearly as lucky. He was very comfortable in the manor, there was no doubt about that; more comfortable than he’d ever been in his entire life, truth be told (unless you counted being in Rory’s arms). But the princess was still missing, and no matter how hard Phoenix tried, he simply couldn’t forget that.
The feverish good mood was still running its course, at least, and Phoenix didn’t have time to breathe, let alone feel sorry for himself. He spent his mornings training with Roux, who was actually quite a formidable opponent for someone so old. He was twice the fighter Phoenix was, in any case. After morning training came breakfast, and after that came reading, writing, history, and everything else. Then he’d go to the barracks for a while. Phoenix wasn’t a bad student, but even if he hadn’t been half distracted half the time by thinking about Rory, he’d have been itching to get out and steal stuff. Or woo women. Or something.
He was lounging in his seat opposite Kevay soaking up the little of the morning sunshine that was left, his white silk shirt open and his red hair tousled up around his shoulders. He looked exhausted, having just bathed after training, and in the light the old scar from where he had been stabbed glinted in a silver line. “You are so, so gay,” he said, grinning, his eyes closed as he listened to Kevay. He had to hand it to the cupid though – he could bloody sew.
Sitting up and rolling his shoulders, Phoenix flashed him a cunning smirk for his trouble. “More writin’ lessons. I can write you love letters now. And I can tell you where to stick ‘em,” he told him, cracking his knuckles; his hands were calloused from holding the sword and he was fitter than ever from training, but he looked fairly relaxed right now.
He glanced up, however, at a glint down in the village, Phoenix arching an eyebrow and seeking out the main vein of the cobbled streets. “Huh, looks like there’s a little parade. Probably a travelling carnival or somethin’.”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 29, 2012 14:41:43 GMT -5
“No, no, Phoenix. I think the rumour is that we are gay, not just me. Not that I could blame you for falling madly in love with me. I am gorgeous.” Kevay fluttered his eye lashes at Phoenix before laughing and shaking his head. He was much brighter now that they were back around people, healthier now that he had people around to adore him properly. If the villagers gossiped, like he knew they did, then they would know for certain that Kevay wasn’t gay after his run in with the bar maid, and the milkmaid, and the farmer’s daughter, and the millers wife…Alright, so maybe they just thought that he was a whore. If they did then they were absolutely right.
“A carnival?” Kevay was, of course, totally distracted as soon as Phoenix mentioned the carnival, hopping to his feet and moving to lean against the railing around the balcony as he squinted off into the distance. “It’s a carnival!” He cheered, suddenly excitable. “With the colours and the ribbons and the music and the dancing and the…oh…oh wait.” All of the excitement suddenly drained out of him, his shoulders slumping as he turned to slink back over to his seat.
“Do carnivals have jesters?” He asked quietly, absently mixing up his porridge as he spoke, refusing to look up at Phoenix. They’d said that they would go looking for their lost women as soon as they were out of the army, but it hadn’t worked out like that. There had been no searching for the lost Princess and there had been no tracking down carnivals. It was too painful for both of them when they were pretending to be happy. After everything Kevay wasn’t sure that he could take the disappointment if Lexie wasn’t there.
“I don’t feel well. Maybe I’ll just go to bed…” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 29, 2012 15:02:40 GMT -5
“Oh yes, Kevay, of course I just want to rip off all of your clothes in front of everyone.” Phoenix rolled his eyes and smirked, settling back in his chair to watch the colourful banners streak out towards the sky. Kevay’s excitement was obvious even from the mention of the carnival, the thief’s eyes widening as he looked up at him. “Mmhm, I told you.” He smirked. “A carnival. It must be passing through the village – either that or there’s some kind of a parade that I’ve totally forgotten about,” he murmured, shaking his head. It wouldn’t surprise Phoenix – there was still a lot he didn’t know about Chemin Vert.
But suddenly Kevay was on his feet, the thief laughing to him and stretching out in his chair. He prepared himself to have to get up and ready to go down there and look at the parade, but just as soon as he’d sat himself up, the cupid sagged into his seat again.
“Kevay?” He frowned as he realised what had happened. “Some of them do, yeah. The ones in Cressa always had jesters,” he mumbled, getting up and sighing. “No you won’t,” he said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon. Up you get. We’re gonna go see the carnival. If she’s not there you don’t have to worry. You still got my gorgeous face to look at.” Nudging him and grinning, Phoenix meandered back into the bedroom and stretched his arms above his head. “I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.”
The thief was true to his word, and he stepped out of the manor on time, just as the stable boy brought around both of their horses so they could head down to the village. Phoenix dressed in black and white, his hair the only splash of colour on him (still left loose since he’d had no time to plait it) as he pulled himself into the saddle and thanked the boy. “You can tell the other servants to go down to the carnival too and enjoy a day off,” he said quietly and smiled. Phoenix had a funny relationship with the servants; he hated wasted food and the mere idea of people being below him, but they insisted on cooking more than they should and doing things for him anyway.
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 29, 2012 15:27:36 GMT -5
There was no arguing with Phoenix. Kevay knew that if he tried to dig his heels in and hide away in bed all day his friend would just drag him out and make him go to the carnival in his pyjamas. Ten minutes really wasn’t enough time to get ready, but somehow a nervous looking Kevay came padding downstairs just in time, still trying to fasten up his shirt cuffs and neaten his hair up. Today he was wearing floaty shirt which was light, mint green in some lights and gleaming gold in others; well, he had to make an effort for a carnival, right? He’d been hoping that it would make him feel a little more confident, but his evil plan hadn’t really worked. Honestly, he felt like he was going to throw up.
“I think you should go look for her, and then if you can’t find her I won’t have to be disappointed.” Kevay mumbled as he lingered by his horse, smoothing a hand over the creature’s neck. “Then if she’s still angry with me I won’t have to be hurt by how much she hates me.” He reasoned, smiling hopefully as he glanced up at Phoenix. “Then you can meet her too, and have an afternoon off from your lessons to enjoy the carnival. It’s a win win plan. You agree, yes? Ok, well I will wait in my room.” He didn’t even give Phoenix the chance to reply before he turned to attempt to escape back into the manor.
Kevay; world’s biggest coward. [/size][/font][/right]
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