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Scratching behind the cat’s ear, Sayvahn smiled somewhat at the reference to the name. “How quaint.” He stated, but fingers slowed as Edelweiss answered his later remarks. So, this is the one that she had been in love with, and not Lasair. Yet, the look that she carried for the other redhead— it wasn’t just that of friends, or colleagues. It was something deeper. However, now was not the time to press upon such a thought. After all, the feline was trying to avoid all actions, and thoughts, regarding the fox. “It’s just a rating scale, dearie. As if people were to review a play. Except, it’s for an individual. Your “rainy day” is a good nine, just from appearances. Although, that grimace of his could use some work. I can see why you call him rainy as opposed to sunny.” Though, perhaps the sunny would be left for Lasair, and the smile that he once wore. Yet now, the most that could befall the MI guild leader was snow. Ever since his parents died, he had become so cold— for good reason, yes, but still. So cold. Rain and Snow, but what about the sun? Perhaps the kids would fill that void in the angel’s life. Ushering for the Crimson angel to take a seat by him, the older man continued. “How are you fairing, then? Can’t be easy, even if you make it seem like it.”
“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 27, 2016 8:03:15 GMT
"Because I like rainy weather. It's calming." She replied with a slightly intrigued expression as to what he had meant with 'why she calls Amon rainy'. "He does have a quite nice smile... just when he wants though."
And then about how she is faring... "Overworked and tired, more often than not. And worried about everything. But I'll survive."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The feline eyes softened a little as he mused, legs, crossed as he hummed slightly. “Hmmm, so you’re that kind of person. Dutifully noted.” The older man stated. He wondered if Lasair was that kind of person as well— one who found shelter in the rain as opposed to the sun— in the dampness as opposed to the blazing heat. Yet, the fox was part of that heat. That sunshine, that warmth. At least, Sayvahn thought so. Perhaps that is why the ex barber had felt so cold. That, or maybe death had yet to shake itself from his being. After all. The night terrors still lingered, even if Vieka’s fire always pulled him back in the end.
“Smile’s are beautiful things— oh so often given, but rarely meant.” Edelweiss and Lasair were both examples of that. Leaning his cheek against his palm, Sayvahn continued. “We are all surviving, some, more than others.” Sighing, emerald orbs filtered to the Crimson angel in front of him. “What exactly troubles you, dearie? Aside from guild mannerism.” Craning a finger, he tapped the glass, above the image of Amon— the action, ever so gentle, as if the glass was made from water, rather then glass. “Is it your Rainy Day, or something deeper?” Something that lay on the underside, that lay, hidden, kept, away. Something dark, something taken. “Do you feel guilty about something?” The blonde murmured. After all, worry and guilt were often times so easily intertwined— "I worry because I care for you. I worry because i don't want you to get hurt. I worry because you got hurt, and I couldn't stop it." Guilt, blame, pain. Such an easy pit to fall into. Such a — ah, the cat, yes. Fingers traced the spine of the creature as Sayvahn drifted a hand across its fur, eyes, still lowered as weary bones settled.
“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 Jul 4, 2016 19:19:10 GMT
"Sometimes it's easier to put on a smile that is not felt, as long as there's a goal behind it. Other times it's just not feasible." She commented about Sayvahn's verbal note on smiles while he busied himself spoiling her cat rotten. Stephannie had no complaints.
"As I said, everything. My guild comprises a considerable percent of it, but other than that, life." Simple as that. "Life is a really fickle, fragile thing, you know. Not knowing what to in it or with it. Not knowing whether or not anyone I care about will be alive by the morning. Seeing someone who is dead inside, and not knowing what to do. Feeling like I am dying inside too, little by little. Thinking I'll be too late again. You really don't want my list of woes, Sayvahn. They're the same petty ones any one may have, just piled up to a maddening degree."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Despite the talk of smiles, and their lack of realism, Sayvahn couldn’t help but have a gentle one on his own lips. It wasn’t pity per say, maybe more like, amusement. “That makes me question your goal dearie. To be happy, or to make others happy, hmm?” Sayvahn paused to consider picking up the cat. After all, it would be easier to pet said beast on his lap, yet, it would probably stir her up more then amuse the precious fur child. Still, he opted for something. Lifting the cat’s chin up, the ex-barber scratched underneath as the older feline continued.
“I perhaps know how fickle life is as compared to most.” The ex-barber had it taken away from him, after all. The burns still had yet to fade from his body, from his soul. “But at the same time, you choose this life, did you not? Or if anything, it chose you. You can’t run away from it.” The feline had been trying to for 10 years— and look where that got him. The fox had left, and now, what had become of the Crimson Angel? Her wings, crumbled, on the edge of breaking? How sad. “You embrace it, yet you don’t at the same time. You’re an entertainer, perhaps, but who are you entertaining? Yourself?” Closing his eyes, Sayvahn laughed ever so slightly.
“I apologize. I’m probably stepping over boundaries and so forth again. Bad habit, I must say.” That is why the man who was dead inside had become even more dead, even more distant to him. The blonde spoke too much, and now his fox had run away. Perhaps that is for the best. After all. I’m toxic, the older man mused. Indeed, it was best to avoid the fox for as long as possible— because nothing good could come from reconciliation, from forgiveness, even on both parties. Sayvahn would only hurt him— could never be good enough for him. But Edelweiss— Sayvahn stared at the woman, at her long ruby hair, and those eyes that bore into the sky like sunset, dying ever time night came around, and the rain and snow did not.
“They’re not petty if their yours, Edelweiss.” Leaning his head to the side, Sayvahn smile softened. “And I want them as much as I want to know more about you.” After all, maybe if he got to know more about her, then Lasair could still linger in his life, as the fox was much more a part of hers then the blondes. And why not? Edelweiss was beautiful inside and out, if not tangled by strands of red, either of blood, or guilt.
“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 Jul 9, 2016 20:02:02 GMT
"The second leads to the first, usually or hopefully." Was her answer when he asked about whether her 'smiling goals' were to be happy or make others happy. There was indeed joy to be found in another's happiness, so that wasn't wholy incorrect; but smiling for herself wasn't something she could do cauculatedly (although Lasair certainly could). The part that regarded herself only tended to either happen naturally, or not at all.
"Perhaps I could run away, if I truly wanted to. But there are a lot of people who depend on me, mainly concerning my guild. The world doesn't stop turning when we do, but it's still affected by our absence, and I'm far too selfish to leave them behind. Their woes would hurt on me much more than my own - and I must say I do not really enjoy pain." The redhead watched as Sayvahn petted and scratched Stephannie for a small moment, a half-smile growing on her own lips before she whistled shortly and patted her own lap a couple times then pointed at the ex-barber. The grey fluffier feline lifted her head more in a bit of a lazy fashion, staring back at Edelweiss with that pair of duo-toned golden and blue eyes before relenting to the order and moving to Sayvahn's lap - then plopped down again on him and stayed there.
Nodding, the feline listened as the crimson angel continued. Indeed, making people happy can make oneself happy, but then, is it true happiness? Maybe that is what Sayvahn never understood. Other’s happiness, over his own. Maybe, instead of facing things head on, it was best to run away after all. Wasn’t that what he was doing with Lasair?
“That’s understandable.” The blonde spoke, eyes, lowered as Edelweiss patted her lap, and suddenly, the cat was on his own. Well, that was a lot nicer then he anticipated. “So, you taught your cat some tricks, hmmm?” The ex-barber hummed, petting the fur child still— the lap, proving to be easier overall. Also, the warmth was much welcomed, even if the weight did hurt a little bit. “How quaint.”
As to what he wanted to know about her— that was a larger question then what she may have anticipated. Biting his lip, he thought for a moment. What did he want to know? Should he dance around the question? Probably not. “What happened when you went to find Lasair?”
“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 Jul 9, 2016 21:21:36 GMT
"A few." The redhead snickered at Sayvahn's statement that she taught her cat some tricks. She wondered what his reaction would be if he knew Stephannie could also open simple door locks if needed be (like if she got locked at home or similar).
Then there was the question of what happened when she and Lasair met at that field, and Edelweiss had to take a few seconds choosing the best words. "....We each took some time to sort our own personal feelings, I guess. There was mostly talking, and feeling the wind. What he did to you, what worried us both, about magic (we always seem to end talking of it for some reason), about you, about me, about himself and people in general. What we knew and what we didn't. About if he had had breakfast or not. Then once he was calmer and ready to go back, we started making our way to the city again. Pearl met us about halfway back bringing J's report, and that's when we heard you had gotten hurt."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Listlessly, Sayvahn listened to the explanation. It was vague, but what did he expect? Edelweiss was known for her secrets. Or at least, the ex barber figured she was known for them. After all, secrets weren’t really meant to be known. Yet, he could at least make the best out of the information she gave him. Pinching his fingers together (the ones not petting the cat) he continued with his questioning.
“Oh? What didy you learn? In regards to you and Lasair?” The feline bit, voice, level, but his brows, they were furrowed. However, his tense body straightened somewhat as the sighed, slipping back into the couch after a moment of thought— after a moment of regret. “….Nevermind. It doesn’t matter. It won’t change anything.” And with that, the man continued to pet the cat as words trailed into other questions, into other statements. “So. What do you do for fun?”
“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 Jul 11, 2016 1:29:35 GMT
"...In layman terms, we're 'very sad people'." The redhead answered making quote marks with her fingers as she spoke in her best imitation of Jasper's tone. And perhaps the lad was right, who knows. But in the end it made no difference and therefore didn't matter, Sayvahn was also right on that. "Though I do think he looks better happy than not... Then again, most people do." As for her secrets, a secret is not such if a lot of people know of it for starters, so there was no helping it when regarding those.
Then the questions changed to what she did for fun. Oh well... "That depends on my mood. Talking to people, perhaps playing some games, going out with friends (be it to a party or nowhere in specific), dancing, or even just taking a walk and frolicking through the city. In general, I like watching people - imagining what little universes each passerby holds in their minds, their own lives and joys and woes alike, passing without anyone taking note of. But ironically, lately I've just been writing and reading a lot... which most of time is almost the opposite of being around people." She shrugged slightly.
Sad people? Sayvahn scoffed at that. He wasn’t surprised about Lasair. The younger man had proved that numerous times, although, hearing it from Edelweiss— perhaps that is what bound the two redheads together. This shared feeling of sadness, of neglect. An interesting factoid to take note of, it seemed. “Fair. I think both you and Lasair would look beatufiul with a smile.” The older man stated blatantly, petting the cat as he pondered on the rest of the Crimson Angel’s words. “Hmm, then, that solves it.” The feline stated, with a smile. “We’re going dancing. And drinking. And having one hell of a time.” The blonde smiled, a grin dancing on his lips.
“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 Jul 11, 2016 1:57:23 GMT
"Thanks." She replied along a weak chuckle when Sayvahn commented that she (and Lasair) looked beautiful with a smile on. So bluntly simple, and not really invasive or demanding, it would have been hard to not smile at it in turn.
"...Sayvahn," She started when he stated so firmly that they were going dancing and drinking 'and having one hell of a time'. While the first part of the offer was much appreciated, the two that followed were definitely not a good idea. "while I might accept going out and having a drink, I'm under the impression with that you meant 'drink until my brain can no longer lucidly process its thoughts', and let me warn you you do not want to deal with drunk me, because I do not want to deal with drunk me."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
A smile was a nice sight to see— Edelweiss wasn’t lying about that. Yet, the woman’s words caused Sayvahn’s own to widen. “Dear, I want to deal with a drunk everyone. This way if one of us messes up we have the cover of alcohol to cover our bums.” The older man stated, flourishing a hand. “And besides. If you are like Lasair, I have a feeling you’ll be a sad drunk— which is why, I assure you, I’ll be the one mainly drinking.”
“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 Jul 11, 2016 2:13:06 GMT
As far as the redhead is concerned, alcohol is the worst excuse for any bad actions ever, behind only not having any excuse altogether. No, scratch that, not having any excuse is actually better since it shows acknowledgement of the wrong doings (whatever they are). Doing anything only out of drunkenness made a person twice as guilty of it in her eyes due to willingly stripping themselves of thought capacity, and then doing something aforementioned thought capacity could have prevented. And that following line of thought resulted in Edelweiss looking at Sayvahn with this slightly squinty suspicious look.
"...Very well, I am going, if only to be the annoying mother role and keep you from drinking too much."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The older man noticed the look, and how judgmental it was, and it made him sigh. Well, perhaps phrasing it as he had did deserve that kind of look. “Dearie, it’s not meant to be incriminating, at least not fully. It means that if I kiss a man while drunk in public I can blame it on the alcohol and not get stoned to death. Because, you know. Customs.” Sayvahn stated, waving his hands ever so slight.y “But if it enables you to go to look after me, then please, do come along.” The blonde spoke, a weak smile on his lips. Maybe it would be for the best. At this point, he would drift from his normal stuff— wine, to the cheapest, which, apparently, carries quite a punch if he did recall. “I’m not one to hide my problems behind alcohol. I live up to them. But the greater public doesn’t have to know about it. Besides, I think you need at least a little alcohol in you, or at least, a lot in me."
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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