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Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 9, 2016 3:09:16 GMT
"And so you left her alone... with him?" Jasper squinted his eyes at the shorter man. It's not like he thought Edel couldn't defend herself. She was no flower-- alright, she was a flower in name, but in name only. But unless Lasair is meaning to say Sayvahn had a sudden stroke and died and Edel is just cleaning the body (because yeah sure that's such a normal thing for her to do), the thought that Lasair had simply turned around and walked away leaving her in there after she went all that trouble to fetch him to Crazy-And-Naked honestly upset the teen. What was with people forgetting other people also have feelings?
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"I wish I knew what you meant by that, but I sincerely don't." Edelweiss brought a hand up to rub the bridge of her own nose, before the sight of Sayvahn staggering sunk in her mind and she approached more to help him sit down. "Is your wound being a bother?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 9, 2016 3:16:55 GMT
“It’s not like this is the first time they’ve met. Nor the first time they’ve been alone in each others company,” Lasair countered. He knew the second part were right from the events of earlier today. Edelweiss would be fine, and she would be fine even if Lasair took the time to walk away from the mess that lay within the house. This time he turned completely around from Jasper, intending to walk past the house and down the street in the other direction.
As Edelweiss neared, Sayvahn held up a hand, shaking his head. “No, no, it isn’t that.” He could guess what she meant. The wounds, adjorning his thigh. After all, Jasper was an informant, or her lackey. The red eyed child had made that quite clear. After all, how else were the two able to so easily track him down? “And it’s fine. It’s over. Everything is over.” Everything is over. And isn’t that what Sayvahn had wanted?
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 9, 2016 3:48:13 GMT
It's not the first time Jasper got angry that day either. But he had to control himself. Punching Lasair in the head might satisfy his momentary whims, but otherwise wouldn't be benefitial to anyone in the least. And his own face didn't change in the least. "She went to look for you." He just held the man's arm before he fled like a scared puppy afraid of the scary house. "You should at least wait for her."
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"You don't look fine... expected or not." And his words were just as dubious to her as they were before. What was over? His wish to harm himself? His emotional commitment to Lasair? The imaginary romance he seemed to be projecting onto them? His suffering? His life? What of it did he mean? "What is over?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 9, 2016 3:53:55 GMT
“…Fine. But can we wait a little ways from the house? I said I would leave and I’d like to at least get away from the property.” He didn’t want to argue with the kid, not the mention the fact that he had a point. Edelweiss wasn’t at fault for this. He should at least be civil towards her. But he wanted to get away. Finding an in between of those two would be needed.
The feline couldn’t help but send an amused stare toward the other as the older man smiled ever so slightly. “Dearie, it isn’t nice to say someone doesn’t look fine. Can do horrible things to the self esteem, you know.” Though he knew she was right. It was only minutes ago he had said he had looked like a mess— had admitted to the fact. Yet still, the wound didn’t hurt any less. “We’re over, Edelweiss. Lasair and I. I mean, we never were started either I suppose. But well, our friendship, our everything, is tainted.” And it was the barber’s fault. There was no denying that. But, it wasn’t only on his shoulders. After all, the kiss, the ring, that night, so long ago. It was so gentle, but was the emotions that they felt just a result of circumstance? Maybe that is all that their relationship was based on: Circumstance.
“I’m going to head out.” Pushing himself away from the counter, he walked ever so steadily toward the back door, nestled in the side of the kitchen. “I’m no longer needed here. I appreciate the effort, sincerely. Everything you’ve done. I know it was for the best.” The older man fumbled with his words, with his thoughts. He had to visit her. Had to get the cure, had to understand, find someone to help him. “But things are over.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 9, 2016 4:25:12 GMT
The teen let go of Lasair's arm and didn't make mention of doing anything else. "Where to?"
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Edelweiss couldn't help but sigh. "It's not like I can stop you from coming and going as you pleasein your own house." So if he wants to leave and to answer anything she meant to ask, he can, just like he could stay if wished so. Even if it's not pleasant - nor polite. That house was wretched, and so were the inhabitants' mood. Politeness might as well be burning to cinders in Sayvahn's cigar and the redhead couldn't complain. "But truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just have to find the ones worth suffering for. And no one in this city was pure to start with."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 9, 2016 4:39:30 GMT
Lasair glanced around a moment before spying a small bookstore up the street. “The bookstore,” he gestured in the direction before walking forward. Jasper could follow if he wanted, or wait for Edel to catch up. Either way, Lasair wouldn’t be more than a short walk away. Hopefully he could find a book or two to keep his mind occupied.
Edelweiss words made Sayvahn pasue— but then, he laughed. “Are you really lecturing me right now? First, let’s get something straight—this isn’t my house anymore.” Turning toward Edelweiss, the feline glared, fists clenching ever so slightly as he spoke. “It’s tainted because don’t you know, the child I took care of, whom I considered like a son to me, thought it would be great to kill a woman I was caring for just because she was an ander— and then >then< when he found out I was an Ander, tried to kill me, only to kiss me, lust after me. In this house. So yes, it’s tainted. Just like any other relationship I have.” The feline hissed, eyes narrowing, eyes, practically seething. “I don’t care about being hurt. But I do care about being used. I’ve suffered for Lasair. I’ve suffered for many people, but I’m giving up because I don’t want to deal with this anymore. He can’t make up his blasted mind, and I’m not going to force him to. After all, wasn’t it you who was spewing about being patient?” A woman, so entitled, so high and mighty, who spoke without knowing, without realizing, what was going in his head. Of course she would defend Lasair. Of course he would be the one at fault. “I’m running away this time. Because that’s the only way. And if you find a problem with that, then why don’t you do me a favor, and just continue taking things into your own hands. It’s been working so well thus far.” A pause tugged at the air, and Sayvahn, he too, stopped. Eyes lowered as breath staggered from his quickly rising chest. When had he become out of breath? “I— I was never pure, Edelweiss. And I’ll never be. Please, just take care of Lasair.” Sayvahn stated, again, turning away, head, bent as he walked out the back door, and into the garden.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 9, 2016 7:44:51 GMT
"A lecture would imply I know more than you, so no." What was with Sayvahn today? Or perhaps the problem was her and she just didn't notice. Either everything she says, from meaning to tone, is being misinterpreted, or she's actually doing the same to Sayvahn. Maybe both, and did anyone know? It's not like she could find out right then. Not while Sayvahn is snapping at her. They seemed to have philosophical divergences to start with, that she already knew from prior that day and kept in mind to see anything that was said as an opinion (everyone has their own individual opinions). Hers just happened to be that a person could consider their home to be whenever they consider it to be, independing of external influences. Besides just the bureucratic sense that if this wasn't his house then whose house is it. Obviously, Sayvahn disagreed with that. Which to her is fine, but apparently to him it's not. And it became awkward to talk of, not because of the story he was telling, but because she had no idea what he expected to hear in reply from her. Someone attacking another from being Ander was no news, nor was someone who went ahead treating an Ander as they pleased (even if it was someone they owed gratitude to) anything new either - although she could understand the personal and emotional attachment would make that hurt particularly bad.
"I... Don't find any problem with it...?" In all seriousness, she doesn't. Except maybe the fact this man confuses her. "And I don't think you're running away, just making a choice. That's my personal opinion - like anything I may tell you." She wasn't defending anyone, just try and have a clearer conversation. It wasn't a matter of deciding whoever is at fault. It was no one's fault, and everyone's at the same time. Maybe she had been sounding too detached that morning. But would he only understand her if put her best entertainer face on, and greeted him with a grin and a laugh? She did care, truly. But felt too tired to wear a mask right now.
Just... why had he told her all that? While she didn't really mind it in itself, and wouldn't go around telling his private matters to random people, she also didn't feel close to Sayvahn enough to hear his personal stories. It was a strange feeling, that he didn't mind telling of something so personal of his family(?) to a person who was almost a stranger, only because she knew another person he once wanted to grow closer to. Or maybe it was just anger that was keeping him from thinking much about that. But she had a guess telling him to calm down would only make him angrier. "Things in my hands break, sooner or later." And he wasn't pure? Didn't she just mention no one being? Well, herself certainly isn't... perhaps Wern, or an infant may called that. But it didn't even matter. The redhead let out a sigh and simply unrolled Sayvahn's bloodied blade from within Jasper's report, gingerly placing it on the nearest flat surface available. "I can't keep this, it's not mine to take. Just please, if possible, take care of yourself as well."
And she had stretched her welcome in that place way further than acceptable, so it was time to turn and leave as well. Jasper was still waiting outside, either still holding Lasair or ready to point out wherever he went to if she needs it... Well, she should at least tell the boy he was dismissed from this unnerving stalking task.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 10, 2016 4:21:41 GMT
Lasair strode off to the bookstore and pushed the door open to enter. He took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of old books. He loved that smell and how each store had a slightly different tang than another. It was a small building, the shelves were rather close together, and Lasair had to turn sideways to shimmy through the first walkway. He didn’t mind though as he started skimming the books. He wasn’t looking for anything in specific, just browsing, just seeing if anything would catch his eye.
Word games. That’s all that they ever played. Every last one of them. Both Lasair, and Edelweiss. Maybe that’s why they were so perfect. Both with that face, seeming to know, but they didn’t. And Edelweiss— wasn’t she giving him a lecture right then? But she was being self righteous, always self righteous. The feline practically heard Damien laugh, heard him chide, “no one who enters this city is pure.” Then what the hell was the point of retribution? But of course, the crimson angel would never understand. Could never understand. And her opinion? Did the angle believe he wanted her opinion? Hardly. Look at where it had led them thus far. But that wasn’t right. No.
“It’s all your fault. It’s always your fault.” Damien hummed, and Sayvahn, he stared into the corner, where the shadows danced, and where Damien lurked, flowing back and forth, pulling his skin behind him as if it was a trophy. This, this is what you did to me. This is proof of your sin, your weakness, your hell. Emerald eyes flickered back and forth between Edelweiss and Damien as the dead man approached, fingers, curling around the blade in Edelweiss’s hand. No mask, no advice, no anything from Edelweiss could stop the grin on Damien’s charred lips.
“Everything breaks.” Sayvahn chided back, eyes, lingering on the blade, his thighs, his body, his arms, his veins, aching for release. He needed to do it again. He needed to. The cut, the sliver, needed to go deeper. The earth, the tribe, the dead man, calling for penance. Feed us. Deliver us. “Take the blade.” Eyes lowered to the knife, now on the counter, and without hesitation, Sayvahn took the blade. Grabbed it, clutched it, the cold metal, seeming to sting underneath his palm, but he propped it up lightly on his finger tips, as if it was something familiar, something unspoken, something tainted. “Mmmm.” Sayvahn hummed, not bothering to put the dagger away just yet as the feline glanced toward Edelweiss, interest, pulling at his features. Yet emerald orbs followed Edelweiss as she turned to leave, and a grin at last pulled at Sayvahn’s lips.
“Goodbye Crimson Angel.” Taking the knife, he clutched the blade, the knife, kissing his skin and causing red to form. “I hope you treat him well.” And with that, Sayvahn left as well, through the back door, heading to who knows where, but he knew for certain. In the morning, he would see the raven, and she, she would be able to deliver him— to cure him.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 12, 2016 3:51:22 GMT
"...They break faster than should." She sighed. She felt tempted to turn back and see what Sayvahn was doing right then, what face he was making, where he was going, but controlled herself and made her exit out of the kitchen, and then out of the house. She wanted to help him, but it sounded like she couldn't, at least not now... or maybe she never could.
Jasper was waiting for her at the entrance, but she couldn't spot Lasair anymore. Figures she took too long, and couldn't blame him for not waiting, so it came as a bit of a surprise as the teen started guiding her towards a bookstore where supposedly the redhead man was waiting. She had the feeling Jasper was actually involved in this development rather than it being natural, but so be it... Perhaps it was better this way. Today is not being a very smooth day at all, and the least she protests and allows things to follow their natural course, the least distress she would cause on anyone.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 12, 2016 3:58:46 GMT
When Edelweiss entered the bookstore, she would see Lasair standing near the back, his nose in a book. At the sound of the door opening, however, he looked up and let out a breath. Closing the book, he returned it to the shelf and walked through the cramped shelves to meet her. “Your worker there, Jasper, insisted that I not leave until you emerged from the place. Must we speak over what has happened, or am I released to leave freely now?” he said, a hint of agitation in his voice. The books had helped distract his mind from the incident, but didn’t do much to actually sooth him feelings.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 12, 2016 4:07:21 GMT
"......" And so her intuition proved true and she felt her shoulders sagging as the teen stopped ushering her forward to just stand a couple steps behind her back. She wished intuition had failed this time. No point in dwelling on it though, so she just lowered her head in a brief nod. "You're free to go. I'm sorry for this - and for meddling on anything." There would be no sense in defending Jasper's course of action there. Etiquette-wise he wasn't wrong; but this wasn't a mood that required forced social pleasantries. Maybe she should just go home and call it a day.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
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