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RP #26
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Alex and Revei
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Alex and Revei
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Might I ask what we're doing in a graveyard? Morbidly appropriate as it might be for a vampire, you're not going to find anyone here.
"That's kinda the point. You don't run into people in graveyards, y'know?" Hopping over something that could have been a rock just as easily as a piece of someone's tombstone for all she knew, Alex amended her statement. "Well, I guess you kind of walk over them, really. But you get what I mean." Like a lot of graveyards, this one had been around for a good long time, steadily spreading out from the original plot where the girl was wandering. It was darkest here, with twisty old trees to swallow up what light there was.
Yes, but...aren't you usually trying to run into people?
"Yeah," she admitted, "But sometimes running into people sucks, and lately it's mostly sucked." That last conversation with Kaelin had been a depressingly effective way to kill a good mood that she hadn't wanted to lose in the first place.
Someone was speaking. Revei raised his eyes curiously from the tombstone he had been trying to decipher and listened. Was someone coming, perhaps? He had been restless all day, all evening, and had finally exiled himself from his rooms, and then from the shop, to keep himself from driving anyone to distraction with his fidgeting.
He pulled the heavy cloak he wore closer around his shoulders, keeping his wings still beneath it. He hardly wanted to meet anyone here. He preferred to see the world in whispers and shadows; and perhaps the quiet wispy keening of the dreams of the dead would soothe him, he had thought.
The conversation seemed oddly one-sided, and it piqued his curiosity. The voice was almost familiar. He paused, decided to wait, to see who else was in this silent place.
"What're you complaining for, anyway?" The vampire carried on, quite sure she was alone. Except for the whole voice-in-her-head part.
I'm not complaining, Rio defended, Just voicing my curiosity.
"Yeah, I'm sure. You just don't li-" Her words cut off abruptly into a short string of expletives in two different languages as she tripped over a halved grave marker and came uncomfortably close to doing a faceplant. Thankfully, though, she managed to grab onto a memorial that had had the strength to last a lot longer than the one that nearly brought her down.
Leaning on it, Alex grumbled, "That was totally your fault for distracting me."
Hey, you're the one doing the walking here, don't go blaming me because you didn't see it!
"Shut up. It's dark, okay?"
You can see just fine, Alex.
"Just shut up."
"Gently," Revei said from the next row, where he stood half hidden behind a stone angel. "You do not want to join them, I would assume... ?" It was a macabre joke, but it amused him.
The woman had indeed been talking to herself, unless someone he could not see accompanied her. She did seem familiar. He tilted his head slightly, studying her face. "Have we, by chance, met before this night?"
Tripping over something was all well and good and fine, until you did it in front of someone...then it got embarassing, and that was just plain bad. Worse still to have it pointed out.
So Alex was feeling decidedly crabby in the moment she whipped around to see who had spoken, keen eyes (well, keen when she was actually using them) searching the dark while she shot back, "Little too late for that. Already dead, y'know?"
But then she finally found him, lurking behind an angel. It took her from snappish to innapropriately cheerful for the surroundings in a matter of moments. "Iluzie!" She grinned, leaning forward to wag her finger at him. "Forgot me already? That's not very nice."
"Has anyone ever said I was nice?" Revei countered, amused. But her comment about being already dead and her name for him had shaken loose his memory. "Alex, is it?" he hazarded. "It has been some time, days and nights and so many dreams that I forget myself. Forgive me, fair lady," he said, and dropped to one knee in a deep, teasing bow.
"No, but I've never asked anyone. Maybe I should've?" Still grinning, she nodded approvingly when he got her name right. "Yep, that's me!"
Alex couldn't help but giggle when Dream went down on one knee, and leaned down until her face was at level with his, head tilted. "Well, since you ask so nice, I guess I can let it slide."
"Oh, perhaps. Or perhaps not, so that you may continue to think me sweet," Revei smiled. "You may consider my memory well jogged, and I shall promise not to let it slip my mind again."
"Ah, I must remember that trick," he mused, and stood again, settling irreverently onto the base of the stone angel he had been standing beside. "What brings you here, to this lovely desolate place, milady Alex?"
Straightening, Alex settled on the tombstone she'd caught herself on when she'd tripped, which happened to be just wide enough up top to be a somewhat-comfortable seat - or at least as comfortable as cold, hard rock that hadn't been made for sitting on could be. "I could always give you a reason to remember," she offered with a lopsided smile, "If you like."
"Didn't expect anyone to be here, mostly. Seems like lately all the gods I run into aren't sweet at all, so I thought I'd save myself the trouble. How about you?"
"Could you then?" Revei asked, canting an eyebrow at the vampire, expression open and inquiring. Whether he had missed the meaning of the suggestion or was choosing to ignore it was unclear.
"Ah, yes. We are, nearly to a deity, snappish and uncomfortable, I think," he said, mentally reviewing the meetings he had most lately had with other gods. Drained and tired, snappish and easily provoked; he was aware that he, too, fell into that category. "I thought I would come out into the world, before I drove Knowledge or my poor faithful Aoide to distraction, pacing and snarling." He pulled the cloak off his shoulders, letting it fall into a crumpled heap of fabric on the dusty ground. "Fresh air, such as it is."
"Sure thing," she answered brightly, sliding off the seat she'd just taken. That had been surprisingly easy, and while she wasn't sure if he quite caught her meaning or not, it was plenty of invitation in Alex's way of thinking.
I'd like to remind you that you happen to be a graveyard right now.
...And your point is?
Nevermind. Not like it would stop her, so there wasn't a whole lot of point in trying.
"Uncomfortable's one way of putting it," she agreed, stepping closer to Revei. "Maybe a little nicer than I might."
"Not that I can't be nice," she added, halting just in front of of the god with no real attention to personal space. And just like that, providing he didn't do something to stop her, she leaned in to brush a kiss against his throat.
Revei held himself still as Alex approached, something like apprehension in his eyes. If he was ever to be near to anyone, he had to get over this ridiculous fear of nearness and touch, he reminded himself. And with such a god as Alex carried, it was perhaps no surprise. "You are quite blunt, I think," he said, neutrally.
Being touched was at once pleasant and utterly awful. Revei thought of grey eyes, and made himself put his hands on Alex's shoulders, pushing her gently away. "No," he said quietly. "I cannot."
"Da," she confirmed, unbothered by the assessment. "Everyone's something."
Although she was surprised when Revei pushed her back, Alex seemed...surprisingly okay with it, aside from looking a little disappointed. It went away, though, and she smiled, stepping back to where she'd started. "Then don't. It's okay."
"We are what we are, and sometimes what we are not." Revei pulled his robe tighter around himself, looking almost forlorn. "I mean no slight to you, Alex. You are very much a lady." He stood up from his place on the gravestone, hovering his wings out to feel the air.
It's not you, it's me - what a ridiculously human thing to be thinking! When and where had he gotten that phrase? Perhaps it belonged to the sleeping child. But her touch stirred very little within him, attractive as she was. There was truth in the sentiment.
"Some people are okay with it, some people aren't. No big deal either way." The vampire shrugged it off, perching on the tombstone again, but one thing made her look away, only to look back at him again with serious eyes. "I'm a lot of things, but a lady isn't one of them." It wasn't meant as suggestive, it was just..honest.
"Then I shall not call you one, though I shall not promise not to think it," Revei answered, a ghost of a smile returning to him. "If I may be nice, then you may be a lady, in a turn of phrase. I say many things I do not mean, but I believe I may have meant that." His eyes glinted.
"There's plenty of people who'd be happy to tell you different," she muttered, kicking her feet against the stone. For some reason, it made her distinctly uncomfortable to be called something she wasn't even if it was something good. "Thanks, though."
It was kind of flattering.
"There will always be those willing to say this, that, and the next thing," Revei replied, "be it because they believe it, because they want to believe it, because they want you to believe it, because they are being contrary, or any number of varied, strange, and ridiculous reasons." He placed a hand on the wing of the monument beside him. "That which will not speak is inanimate, that which is inanimate will not speak. Usually," he added, with a speculative glance at the gravestone. "Truths and lies are the privileges and curses of the living."
He paused and laughed. "I get carried away. It is my place to be ridiculous and riddling."
"Or sometimes they're just right." Alex shrugged, but she looked thoughtful. It made her wonder a little about the reasons behind some of what Kaelin apparently thought of her. Granted, it was all justifiable, but some of it really bothered her.
"Maybe not ridiculous," she said slowly, the beginnings of a sheepish smile forming, "But you did lose me at the inanimate part." Alex definitely didn't do well with riddles and the like.
"I may even have lost myself there," Revei said, and smiled a sudden, sweet smile. "It happens, now and then, but I always find my way back. Do you?" He watched her steadily, unblinking.
That admission made her grin just a little, but the expression was soon replaced by a rather puzzled one. Revei's question was a hard one to answer. "I think so, usually. Except some pieces just stay lost."
Or you just think they're lost.
Or they just are. Who asked you, anyway?
No one, just thought I'd point it out.
"Be careful," Revei said solemnly. "Lost pieces find a home, will they or not." He retrieved his cloak, expression thoughtful. At least the restless driving force that had made him so irritable and unsociable had cooled somewhat. "I think I will take my leave," he said, and bowed again, a theatrical, almost silly gesture. "Though I hope to encounter you again; you are a woman of rare sense and fine discernment." A little smile flickered across his lips.
Find a home? Did he mean back with her, or with someone else? Or did he mean something else entirely? She had absolutely no idea, and it was a headache in the making, so she put off thinking about it for the moment.
"Whatever you say," she said in response to his compliment, but quirked a smile at the bow. "See you later, then, Iluzie."
"That's kinda the point. You don't run into people in graveyards, y'know?" Hopping over something that could have been a rock just as easily as a piece of someone's tombstone for all she knew, Alex amended her statement. "Well, I guess you kind of walk over them, really. But you get what I mean." Like a lot of graveyards, this one had been around for a good long time, steadily spreading out from the original plot where the girl was wandering. It was darkest here, with twisty old trees to swallow up what light there was.
Yes, but...aren't you usually trying to run into people?
"Yeah," she admitted, "But sometimes running into people sucks, and lately it's mostly sucked." That last conversation with Kaelin had been a depressingly effective way to kill a good mood that she hadn't wanted to lose in the first place.
Someone was speaking. Revei raised his eyes curiously from the tombstone he had been trying to decipher and listened. Was someone coming, perhaps? He had been restless all day, all evening, and had finally exiled himself from his rooms, and then from the shop, to keep himself from driving anyone to distraction with his fidgeting.
He pulled the heavy cloak he wore closer around his shoulders, keeping his wings still beneath it. He hardly wanted to meet anyone here. He preferred to see the world in whispers and shadows; and perhaps the quiet wispy keening of the dreams of the dead would soothe him, he had thought.
The conversation seemed oddly one-sided, and it piqued his curiosity. The voice was almost familiar. He paused, decided to wait, to see who else was in this silent place.
"What're you complaining for, anyway?" The vampire carried on, quite sure she was alone. Except for the whole voice-in-her-head part.
I'm not complaining, Rio defended, Just voicing my curiosity.
"Yeah, I'm sure. You just don't li-" Her words cut off abruptly into a short string of expletives in two different languages as she tripped over a halved grave marker and came uncomfortably close to doing a faceplant. Thankfully, though, she managed to grab onto a memorial that had had the strength to last a lot longer than the one that nearly brought her down.
Leaning on it, Alex grumbled, "That was totally your fault for distracting me."
Hey, you're the one doing the walking here, don't go blaming me because you didn't see it!
"Shut up. It's dark, okay?"
You can see just fine, Alex.
"Just shut up."
"Gently," Revei said from the next row, where he stood half hidden behind a stone angel. "You do not want to join them, I would assume... ?" It was a macabre joke, but it amused him.
The woman had indeed been talking to herself, unless someone he could not see accompanied her. She did seem familiar. He tilted his head slightly, studying her face. "Have we, by chance, met before this night?"
Tripping over something was all well and good and fine, until you did it in front of someone...then it got embarassing, and that was just plain bad. Worse still to have it pointed out.
So Alex was feeling decidedly crabby in the moment she whipped around to see who had spoken, keen eyes (well, keen when she was actually using them) searching the dark while she shot back, "Little too late for that. Already dead, y'know?"
But then she finally found him, lurking behind an angel. It took her from snappish to innapropriately cheerful for the surroundings in a matter of moments. "Iluzie!" She grinned, leaning forward to wag her finger at him. "Forgot me already? That's not very nice."
"Has anyone ever said I was nice?" Revei countered, amused. But her comment about being already dead and her name for him had shaken loose his memory. "Alex, is it?" he hazarded. "It has been some time, days and nights and so many dreams that I forget myself. Forgive me, fair lady," he said, and dropped to one knee in a deep, teasing bow.
"No, but I've never asked anyone. Maybe I should've?" Still grinning, she nodded approvingly when he got her name right. "Yep, that's me!"
Alex couldn't help but giggle when Dream went down on one knee, and leaned down until her face was at level with his, head tilted. "Well, since you ask so nice, I guess I can let it slide."
"Oh, perhaps. Or perhaps not, so that you may continue to think me sweet," Revei smiled. "You may consider my memory well jogged, and I shall promise not to let it slip my mind again."
"Ah, I must remember that trick," he mused, and stood again, settling irreverently onto the base of the stone angel he had been standing beside. "What brings you here, to this lovely desolate place, milady Alex?"
Straightening, Alex settled on the tombstone she'd caught herself on when she'd tripped, which happened to be just wide enough up top to be a somewhat-comfortable seat - or at least as comfortable as cold, hard rock that hadn't been made for sitting on could be. "I could always give you a reason to remember," she offered with a lopsided smile, "If you like."
"Didn't expect anyone to be here, mostly. Seems like lately all the gods I run into aren't sweet at all, so I thought I'd save myself the trouble. How about you?"
"Could you then?" Revei asked, canting an eyebrow at the vampire, expression open and inquiring. Whether he had missed the meaning of the suggestion or was choosing to ignore it was unclear.
"Ah, yes. We are, nearly to a deity, snappish and uncomfortable, I think," he said, mentally reviewing the meetings he had most lately had with other gods. Drained and tired, snappish and easily provoked; he was aware that he, too, fell into that category. "I thought I would come out into the world, before I drove Knowledge or my poor faithful Aoide to distraction, pacing and snarling." He pulled the cloak off his shoulders, letting it fall into a crumpled heap of fabric on the dusty ground. "Fresh air, such as it is."
"Sure thing," she answered brightly, sliding off the seat she'd just taken. That had been surprisingly easy, and while she wasn't sure if he quite caught her meaning or not, it was plenty of invitation in Alex's way of thinking.
I'd like to remind you that you happen to be a graveyard right now.
...And your point is?
Nevermind. Not like it would stop her, so there wasn't a whole lot of point in trying.
"Uncomfortable's one way of putting it," she agreed, stepping closer to Revei. "Maybe a little nicer than I might."
"Not that I can't be nice," she added, halting just in front of of the god with no real attention to personal space. And just like that, providing he didn't do something to stop her, she leaned in to brush a kiss against his throat.
Revei held himself still as Alex approached, something like apprehension in his eyes. If he was ever to be near to anyone, he had to get over this ridiculous fear of nearness and touch, he reminded himself. And with such a god as Alex carried, it was perhaps no surprise. "You are quite blunt, I think," he said, neutrally.
Being touched was at once pleasant and utterly awful. Revei thought of grey eyes, and made himself put his hands on Alex's shoulders, pushing her gently away. "No," he said quietly. "I cannot."
"Da," she confirmed, unbothered by the assessment. "Everyone's something."
Although she was surprised when Revei pushed her back, Alex seemed...surprisingly okay with it, aside from looking a little disappointed. It went away, though, and she smiled, stepping back to where she'd started. "Then don't. It's okay."
"We are what we are, and sometimes what we are not." Revei pulled his robe tighter around himself, looking almost forlorn. "I mean no slight to you, Alex. You are very much a lady." He stood up from his place on the gravestone, hovering his wings out to feel the air.
It's not you, it's me - what a ridiculously human thing to be thinking! When and where had he gotten that phrase? Perhaps it belonged to the sleeping child. But her touch stirred very little within him, attractive as she was. There was truth in the sentiment.
"Some people are okay with it, some people aren't. No big deal either way." The vampire shrugged it off, perching on the tombstone again, but one thing made her look away, only to look back at him again with serious eyes. "I'm a lot of things, but a lady isn't one of them." It wasn't meant as suggestive, it was just..honest.
"Then I shall not call you one, though I shall not promise not to think it," Revei answered, a ghost of a smile returning to him. "If I may be nice, then you may be a lady, in a turn of phrase. I say many things I do not mean, but I believe I may have meant that." His eyes glinted.
"There's plenty of people who'd be happy to tell you different," she muttered, kicking her feet against the stone. For some reason, it made her distinctly uncomfortable to be called something she wasn't even if it was something good. "Thanks, though."
It was kind of flattering.
"There will always be those willing to say this, that, and the next thing," Revei replied, "be it because they believe it, because they want to believe it, because they want you to believe it, because they are being contrary, or any number of varied, strange, and ridiculous reasons." He placed a hand on the wing of the monument beside him. "That which will not speak is inanimate, that which is inanimate will not speak. Usually," he added, with a speculative glance at the gravestone. "Truths and lies are the privileges and curses of the living."
He paused and laughed. "I get carried away. It is my place to be ridiculous and riddling."
"Or sometimes they're just right." Alex shrugged, but she looked thoughtful. It made her wonder a little about the reasons behind some of what Kaelin apparently thought of her. Granted, it was all justifiable, but some of it really bothered her.
"Maybe not ridiculous," she said slowly, the beginnings of a sheepish smile forming, "But you did lose me at the inanimate part." Alex definitely didn't do well with riddles and the like.
"I may even have lost myself there," Revei said, and smiled a sudden, sweet smile. "It happens, now and then, but I always find my way back. Do you?" He watched her steadily, unblinking.
That admission made her grin just a little, but the expression was soon replaced by a rather puzzled one. Revei's question was a hard one to answer. "I think so, usually. Except some pieces just stay lost."
Or you just think they're lost.
Or they just are. Who asked you, anyway?
No one, just thought I'd point it out.
"Be careful," Revei said solemnly. "Lost pieces find a home, will they or not." He retrieved his cloak, expression thoughtful. At least the restless driving force that had made him so irritable and unsociable had cooled somewhat. "I think I will take my leave," he said, and bowed again, a theatrical, almost silly gesture. "Though I hope to encounter you again; you are a woman of rare sense and fine discernment." A little smile flickered across his lips.
Find a home? Did he mean back with her, or with someone else? Or did he mean something else entirely? She had absolutely no idea, and it was a headache in the making, so she put off thinking about it for the moment.
"Whatever you say," she said in response to his compliment, but quirked a smile at the bow. "See you later, then, Iluzie."