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"I tried to get the red flag, which Evander Bell happened to be guarding. He clipped me over the shoulder with his axe," Ajax said, looking after Keelyn's retreating figure.
((Erp, this isn't working. Someone else from Eros should do it.))
"I know what television is," Lucas said, rolling his eyes. Then he hurriedly added, "Vaguely. I'm going to go see the kid, bye." Winking, he turned and walked off in search of a familiar blonde head.
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((Sorry at the slight power play here...))The conflict with the nervous verification by touch rose Deon further from the veil of dreams. With a hard push, he brought himself slightly upright and reached out to firmly cup Airlia's cheek. He applied pressure to force her to look straight at him, hoping to prevent her from evading.
"By Zeus' light, what are you getting at Airlia?"
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Whimsicality wrote: "Silverfur- (I love Edward!!!!!!) wrote: "Rose snickered at him, and timidly sat on her knees, in front of his bed. "What happened to you?" She asked, blushing a little.""I tried to get the red ..."
((Cora?))
Rose's eyes widened. "He clipped you with an axe? Let me see it, Ajax." She murmered, knitting her eyebrows together and staring at his shoulder.
"First," Deon used his thumb to brush beneath Airlia's chin, hoping it would lift her gaze, "you can be bitchy when necessary but that doesn't make you one."He reached behind him to push up again, using the pillows as a prop. Pain winced across his face. "Second, when I regain my strength Drake will be reminded to mind his own business."
His breath wheezed. Times after the coma never were pleasant. "Third, you're sure? Five years? Why didn't you tell me then and why now?"
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“Don’t go after Drake on my account,” she said in a low voice, intensity crackling in her look. It took courage to say what she wanted to—needed to—next.
“I didn’t tell you... because I wanted you. To myself. I tricked you, I fooled you, I did worse than lying to you because I kept you in a psychological prison, a false trap. I’m sorry, so sorry....”
And Airlia truly was. The Italian she worked so hard to keep from everyday conversation came struggling back up with her ashamed, whispered words, rendering her tone passionate with love, regret, longing, sorrow, pain. The same emotions flickered through her always expressive eyes; emotions she’d kept so long for Deon.
“It was a stupid trick,” she mused miserably. “Why did I tell you now?” Now the fear she’d been holding in during those days watching the motionless Deon revealed itself, adding itself and mingling with the cluster of feelings in her face. “You... you were lying there... not moving, and to think that you might not...” Airlia found she could not phrase the words and instead one hot angry tear spilled from her eye, snaking its way down her cheek, sinking into the cut crevices of the cruel word.
“That was when I knew I had to tell you. And I knew your wounds were my fault, my stupid magic, my stupid self. Because you think you’re still tied to me, but you’re not. You’re free, as you should have been five years ago. Deon...” Her voice, though it was made rich with regret (such regret!), sorrow, and utter painful longing love, wrapped like a sweet caress around his name. She could not hide that.
“You deserve so much better than what I’ve given you.”
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"I tr..."
Ajax chortled mirthlessly and lifted his shirt. There it was, a half-healed scar ruining his shoulder tattoo, a silvery whitish red.
"Airie, I..."The vastness of emotions plagued Deon to a frozen wasteland. Hollow, not solely from this revelation but the expenditure of his powers, his voice cracked as delicately as walking on eggshells. His eyes betrayed the intensity battling deep within him before all hints disappeared.
He moved from her touch. Silence, deadly and bitter silence, lay between them. The tears caused no reaction from him, merely a stare. Betrayal? Hurt? Fear? Deon wasn't letting on to the truth.
For what have felt like years, he responded simply, "You wanted me. And how many others?"
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His question was easy enough to answer. Trembling, Airlia folded her arms in her lap.
"None others. No one else." No one else but you. So simple, that truth, yet it had ultimately destroyed everything in the end.
Trapped by the emotional storm that froze his sensibilities and kindness, Deon stared, uncaring and unmoving, at Airlia. "Why just me?"
"Was this all just a game?"
"Why did you let me think there were others?"
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"Why just you? Why did Ouranos chose Gaia? Why did my father chose Psyche? Why did Helen chose Paris? Why, indeed..." Bitter laughter and Airlia looked away for a brief moment.
"A game." The words were hollow in her svelte voice. "Not to me. You could say that everything is a game to me. Why wouldn't it have been? ...No. Not a game. Something else." Love.
And the last question, a difficult question to answer but she would try nevertheless.
"So you would have others as well," she said quietly. "Hoping that someday you'd realize you never were under any enchantment by yourself. That never happened, perhaps because I've ruined things completely..."
An inexcapable urge to bolt from the scene shook through Airlia. But she was famous for her courage and she stayed on, sat in a mask of calm on Deon's bed, trying to forget about how he'd recoiled from her touch.
Their years together unraveled, tearing apart the tapestry they constructed of friendship. The threads lay in a broken and complicated mess of knots. And as much as Deon may have wanted to console Airlia, he couldn't. To do so would cause further confusion when both needed clarity."And what do you want from me now, Airlia Monqiue Colomba? What has Her Eros Highness decided?"
The sting behind the latter title briefly caused even himself to recoil; he didn't intend to sound so rude but the lash released.
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"Tell me what to do, please," she said, very quietly, a beseeching plea. "Please."
"Airlia, what do you expect me to do? Decide here and now what you've known was the truth for five years? That's hardly fair." The rumble of the stormclouds carried with Deon's questions; his eyes revealed the hint of aggrivation, akin to Zeus' impatience."Life was clear before you spoke. I made my decisions but now this." He swallowed hard. "This." His eyes snapped close to break the spell of her beauty, jerking his head to face the open windows.
"I don't know what to say. And if I permitted myself to react completely, it wouldn't be pretty. You," he paused, "you need to give me time."
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Thoughts colliding with each other in horrifying, pained clashes. Airlia crumpled for a brief moment, weakness taking over her courage.
"I won't bother you again," she said, the words distorted with pain. "Just... when you're ready..."
Shooting him one last helpless, hopeless, longing look, Airlia stood, her hair a dishevelled golden tumble of curls around her distraught face.
Deon's hand raised to reach out for Airlia but fell to his side. It's not right. Shaken, he drew in a deep, collective breath. "Time does not mean forever. A friendship as ours does not die in a matter of seconds. But I need time to sort what you've told me, to contend with...well everything. You did put me on the spot."
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She couldn't stay anymore or else she would dissolve in a torrent of tears and never leave, so she turned and walked away, head bowed, princesslike curls streaming over her back.
Gods, hold us together. To chase her now would be wrong. Aphrodite, surely you can see why.Deon stared down at his battered hands which, to his shock, shook from the turmoil felt inside. He fisted them, gulped and stared out to the fields.
Whimsicality wrote: "Silverfur- (I love Edward!!!!!!) wrote: "Whimsicality wrote: "Silverfur- (I love Edward!!!!!!) wrote: "Rose snickered at him, and timidly sat on her knees, in front of his bed. "What happened to yo..."Rose stared at the wound in horror. "Um...it'll heal." She mumbled, trying to be sympathetic.
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"Gossip girl?" Lucas asked with an arched brow, puzzled.