Pugnacious Peace
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Come feed the rain...
because I'm thirsty for your love; dancing underneath the skies of lust.
Yeah, feed the rain...
because without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust.
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Come feed the rain...
because I'm thirsty for your love; dancing underneath the skies of lust.
Yeah, feed the rain...
because without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust.
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A sigh of relief was exhaled.
So he isn't after him... thank god. He smiled softly and took another small bit of the ice cream, chuckling at Max.
"Yuck. I don't know how you can manage keeping your cool around women like that. Just being around normal girls, even like Ankh, bugs me. I don't know why." He giggled and placed another kiss against Max's lips, moving to his ear and grinning, nuzzling just a little before pulling away. "Yes... you do smell quite nice," he murmured, giggling and flipping his hair slightly out of his face, fingertips only barely grazing the small earrings that shined on the tip of his ear. He looked away, staring out the window at the city's regular hustle on the streets, losing himself in his thought for a moment. His smile fell, and his gaze became empty. His breath hitched.
He stared at the body of his father, the police around him speaking, though he couldn't hear them. Their lips moved, but they made not a sound. The charred flesh of his guardian sickened him, and he felt the urge to run to the bathroom. That is, if it was still accessible, with the mess that had been made.
Feng retched, setting the ice cream on the bed, running to the bathroom just outside the door and to his right, dropping before it and heaving with no effect. He gagged, and it still proved fruitless. He breathed heavily, his eyes blurring, jaw dropped. Andy rushed up the stairs, looking at Max in question before spotting Feng. "Feng!" He shouted, just as Feng let out a gut wrenching sob. "I can't do this anymore!" He said quickly, flailing his arms when Andy attempted to comfort him.
"Do what, Feng!?"
"Something..." Feng quieted down, sitting carefully once more away from Andy, against the bathtub, his already pale flesh becoming even more so with his lack of sleep and proper nourishment. He sighed shakily, and Andy shook his head, making room for Max. He set a hand on the boy's foot, and Feng sniffled, looking at his friend with a bored expression. "...something has to change." He murmured, sighing and pulling his knees closer to his body. "...Do you think they're coming for me for..." He trailed off, frowning and biting his lip, and Andy's eyes flashed. Immediately, he looked back toward Max, staring with an almost dangerous warning.
stay out. his eyes seemed to say, but he frowned when Feng shook his head, gripping his friend's arm tightly. Andy looked down, ignoring Max's presence, if only for now, as he turned his attention back to the boy beside him, frowning and shaking his head.
"Feng. That is not your fault, and don't you dare think that it was, even for a joke. That man had it coming. He came at YOU, Feng! If you hadn't retaliated, he'd have killed you. Hell, he'd probably have killed all of us, and you know that. You saved us that day. So what if..." He stopped, sensing Feng's eyes tearing up. "...You still feel guilty."
He nodded slowly, pulling his hands into his eyes as he growled in frustration, angrily punching the wall, narrowly missing Andy's own shoulder. Feng stared at him with wild eyes, the heterochromatic tones clashing with Andy's own bright blue, and for once, the brunette's eyes were wide with fear. Fire blazed from Feng's hands, and he stared at him coldly, a great contrast to the way he normally held the man. "I feel guilty, Andy, not only because I killed him. But because I stooped so low. I did the exact thing I'd vowed I would never do, and do you realize how much it kills me?" He hissed, and for once, Andy was at loss for words. His lips moved, but he clearly thought better of what he'd planned to say, and Feng smirked, pulling away from him. He wobbled as he stood. Andy stood as well, prepared to catch him if he fell;
and fall, he did. He hit the ground with his knees, and Andy only just had enough time to catch his head before it hit the unforgiving porcelain of the toilet. The boy smiled, thanked him softly, apologized, and before Andy can utter a single word, heaved into the bowl, finally relieving the stress of the morning.
Andy sighed and stroked Feng's back gently, listening as his own stress built, but anger instead flooded through him. How dare this cold, heartless son of a b***h go after his best friend?
He avoided clenching a piece of Feng's clothing, and he smiled softly, standing. Feng looked up at him appreciatively before returning to his business, and he looked at Max guiltily for a moment.
Andy closed the door and made sure that both himself and Max were out of Feng's sight. He sighed heavily, frowning and groaning. "I can't wait until this is over." he murmured, looking up at Max. "...You have to understand, he's under quite a bit of stress, and... as I'm sure you can imagine, he hasn't been under this much stress in a long time." He looked saddened at the memory, and he thought about taking Max to the basement to explain... but should he really do that? Either Feng would find out and get angry or Feng would be hurt while they were down t here, where they couldn't help him. "... I want to show you something, Max." Andy murmured, sighing. "...Stay here."
He turned away from the man, opening the door to the basement, staring at the dark space. He stepped down the stairs slowly, carefully. He vaguely remembered stumbling down these stairs with Feng, their lips clashing hungrily, and they had tumbled down the steps painfully, but neither had cared, a more... urgent operation at hand. They had so much more on the mind than a simple fall, but it seemed as if nothing had changed. Nothing at all.
He sighed, pushing away the memories and finding the light on the side of the wall after only a few moments of struggling, finishing his descent. Down these steps...
he stopped at a table in the corner of the room, spotting an old bottle of wine. He didn't even remember what it was, the label had been peeled a long time ago by none other than the Salamander currently on his mind, his annoyance with one corner being unglued resulting in the complete destruction of the paper label. He had laughed then, and he still laughed, now. But that bottle hadn't been there when he'd been to the basement last. So that only meant one thing.
Feng.
He frowned, stepping closer, and he spotted the troubling article, reading over the headline of the newspaper, his shaking hand lifting it to read it even better.
SALAMANDER LASHES OUT.
"Bullshit." Andy cursed under his breath, huffing and lifting the bottle, unscrewing the cap, unconsciously taking a drink of his own. He could still taste that unique flavor of the Salamander mentioned on the article, and it made him wonder if maybe Feng wasn't vomiting up there for more than just a nervous breakdown. He read slowly, taking drink after drink, ignoring the world for a few moments as he absorbed the information again, for the millionth time since he'd first laid eyes on the thing.
Eden lands itself in the limelight yet again as one of its star bartenders, one Fliairio Lesedi, known as 'Feng' by his fans and coworkers, attacks one of its patrons in what seems like a random bout of violence.
"It was strange to see," a witness says, "Feng is always so nice to people, I would never imagine that he would hurt somebody like that. I didn't see much of the fight, but when I saw the result, I felt pretty sick."
Fliairio Lesedi is the only son of Eden's owner, Robert Kenneth, and had appeared one night in the club by what seems to be described as a pure miracle.
"Well, we'd been searching for a bartender for a few months, we were so swamped with work, and when Feng just happens to stroll through the door and begin working, all of us were stumped." Baby, who prefers to use this name in place of her identity, remembers the strange and random appearance of the young boy, and also reports a similar attitude in him as everyone else; a calm, simple smile and an easygoing demeanor.
So how did this fight begin? And why did 'Feng' go as far as he had? Fliairio has been sent to Saol's Juvenile hall until the incident is investigated further-
Andy forced himself to stop reading, the blurriness pissing him off more than it should have. He sighed, rubbing his cheek, then his neck. He pulled up the paper then stopped, frowning. Should he give it to Max? Would Feng want him to?
He couldn't be sure. Feng... was unpredictable in these moments. He didn't want to damage the boy's trust in him, but Max needed to understand... or did he? This wasn't a thing that would matter in their relationship. Was it?
But if he ends up going to court, blamed for his father's murderer, this is no doubt going to be used against him. And if Max is there, and he sees it...
That wouldn't end very well. More than likely, Max would see Feng as guilty; Andy would have to, if he had been in Max's situation. He breathed heavily and sighed, shifting his weight. What was the likelyhood of it going that far, anyway?
Judging it better, he left the paper where it lay, walking up the stairs. He attempted to take another swig of the alcohol in his hand, but he frowned, realizing that it was completely empty.
Damn it.
He tossed it in the trash, moving calmly back to Max. "Couldn't find it." He started, then winced. The alcohol had to be strong on him. It wasn't cheap stuff - a wedding present from Robert, Feng's 'father'. He grunted in distaste, sighing and shaking his head. "...Got distracted in my search," He reasoned, but still winced, more at the painful sound of Feng's distressed coughing. He cleared his throat, looking at Max calmly and leaning against the wall. "...How have things been since... well, y'know." He murmured, glancing at the door. Feng had silenced, clearly at the mention of the events at hand. He winced again, waiting until Feng resumed his coughing before he spoke once more. "...Nobody's decided to come and mess up the peace, have they?" He chuckled, pushing his thumbs into his pockets, closing his eyes and trying to rid himself of guilt.
So he isn't after him... thank god. He smiled softly and took another small bit of the ice cream, chuckling at Max.
"Yuck. I don't know how you can manage keeping your cool around women like that. Just being around normal girls, even like Ankh, bugs me. I don't know why." He giggled and placed another kiss against Max's lips, moving to his ear and grinning, nuzzling just a little before pulling away. "Yes... you do smell quite nice," he murmured, giggling and flipping his hair slightly out of his face, fingertips only barely grazing the small earrings that shined on the tip of his ear. He looked away, staring out the window at the city's regular hustle on the streets, losing himself in his thought for a moment. His smile fell, and his gaze became empty. His breath hitched.
He stared at the body of his father, the police around him speaking, though he couldn't hear them. Their lips moved, but they made not a sound. The charred flesh of his guardian sickened him, and he felt the urge to run to the bathroom. That is, if it was still accessible, with the mess that had been made.
Feng retched, setting the ice cream on the bed, running to the bathroom just outside the door and to his right, dropping before it and heaving with no effect. He gagged, and it still proved fruitless. He breathed heavily, his eyes blurring, jaw dropped. Andy rushed up the stairs, looking at Max in question before spotting Feng. "Feng!" He shouted, just as Feng let out a gut wrenching sob. "I can't do this anymore!" He said quickly, flailing his arms when Andy attempted to comfort him.
"Do what, Feng!?"
"Something..." Feng quieted down, sitting carefully once more away from Andy, against the bathtub, his already pale flesh becoming even more so with his lack of sleep and proper nourishment. He sighed shakily, and Andy shook his head, making room for Max. He set a hand on the boy's foot, and Feng sniffled, looking at his friend with a bored expression. "...something has to change." He murmured, sighing and pulling his knees closer to his body. "...Do you think they're coming for me for..." He trailed off, frowning and biting his lip, and Andy's eyes flashed. Immediately, he looked back toward Max, staring with an almost dangerous warning.
stay out. his eyes seemed to say, but he frowned when Feng shook his head, gripping his friend's arm tightly. Andy looked down, ignoring Max's presence, if only for now, as he turned his attention back to the boy beside him, frowning and shaking his head.
"Feng. That is not your fault, and don't you dare think that it was, even for a joke. That man had it coming. He came at YOU, Feng! If you hadn't retaliated, he'd have killed you. Hell, he'd probably have killed all of us, and you know that. You saved us that day. So what if..." He stopped, sensing Feng's eyes tearing up. "...You still feel guilty."
He nodded slowly, pulling his hands into his eyes as he growled in frustration, angrily punching the wall, narrowly missing Andy's own shoulder. Feng stared at him with wild eyes, the heterochromatic tones clashing with Andy's own bright blue, and for once, the brunette's eyes were wide with fear. Fire blazed from Feng's hands, and he stared at him coldly, a great contrast to the way he normally held the man. "I feel guilty, Andy, not only because I killed him. But because I stooped so low. I did the exact thing I'd vowed I would never do, and do you realize how much it kills me?" He hissed, and for once, Andy was at loss for words. His lips moved, but he clearly thought better of what he'd planned to say, and Feng smirked, pulling away from him. He wobbled as he stood. Andy stood as well, prepared to catch him if he fell;
and fall, he did. He hit the ground with his knees, and Andy only just had enough time to catch his head before it hit the unforgiving porcelain of the toilet. The boy smiled, thanked him softly, apologized, and before Andy can utter a single word, heaved into the bowl, finally relieving the stress of the morning.
Andy sighed and stroked Feng's back gently, listening as his own stress built, but anger instead flooded through him. How dare this cold, heartless son of a b***h go after his best friend?
He avoided clenching a piece of Feng's clothing, and he smiled softly, standing. Feng looked up at him appreciatively before returning to his business, and he looked at Max guiltily for a moment.
Andy closed the door and made sure that both himself and Max were out of Feng's sight. He sighed heavily, frowning and groaning. "I can't wait until this is over." he murmured, looking up at Max. "...You have to understand, he's under quite a bit of stress, and... as I'm sure you can imagine, he hasn't been under this much stress in a long time." He looked saddened at the memory, and he thought about taking Max to the basement to explain... but should he really do that? Either Feng would find out and get angry or Feng would be hurt while they were down t here, where they couldn't help him. "... I want to show you something, Max." Andy murmured, sighing. "...Stay here."
He turned away from the man, opening the door to the basement, staring at the dark space. He stepped down the stairs slowly, carefully. He vaguely remembered stumbling down these stairs with Feng, their lips clashing hungrily, and they had tumbled down the steps painfully, but neither had cared, a more... urgent operation at hand. They had so much more on the mind than a simple fall, but it seemed as if nothing had changed. Nothing at all.
He sighed, pushing away the memories and finding the light on the side of the wall after only a few moments of struggling, finishing his descent. Down these steps...
he stopped at a table in the corner of the room, spotting an old bottle of wine. He didn't even remember what it was, the label had been peeled a long time ago by none other than the Salamander currently on his mind, his annoyance with one corner being unglued resulting in the complete destruction of the paper label. He had laughed then, and he still laughed, now. But that bottle hadn't been there when he'd been to the basement last. So that only meant one thing.
Feng.
He frowned, stepping closer, and he spotted the troubling article, reading over the headline of the newspaper, his shaking hand lifting it to read it even better.
SALAMANDER LASHES OUT.
"Bullshit." Andy cursed under his breath, huffing and lifting the bottle, unscrewing the cap, unconsciously taking a drink of his own. He could still taste that unique flavor of the Salamander mentioned on the article, and it made him wonder if maybe Feng wasn't vomiting up there for more than just a nervous breakdown. He read slowly, taking drink after drink, ignoring the world for a few moments as he absorbed the information again, for the millionth time since he'd first laid eyes on the thing.
Eden lands itself in the limelight yet again as one of its star bartenders, one Fliairio Lesedi, known as 'Feng' by his fans and coworkers, attacks one of its patrons in what seems like a random bout of violence.
"It was strange to see," a witness says, "Feng is always so nice to people, I would never imagine that he would hurt somebody like that. I didn't see much of the fight, but when I saw the result, I felt pretty sick."
Fliairio Lesedi is the only son of Eden's owner, Robert Kenneth, and had appeared one night in the club by what seems to be described as a pure miracle.
"Well, we'd been searching for a bartender for a few months, we were so swamped with work, and when Feng just happens to stroll through the door and begin working, all of us were stumped." Baby, who prefers to use this name in place of her identity, remembers the strange and random appearance of the young boy, and also reports a similar attitude in him as everyone else; a calm, simple smile and an easygoing demeanor.
So how did this fight begin? And why did 'Feng' go as far as he had? Fliairio has been sent to Saol's Juvenile hall until the incident is investigated further-
Andy forced himself to stop reading, the blurriness pissing him off more than it should have. He sighed, rubbing his cheek, then his neck. He pulled up the paper then stopped, frowning. Should he give it to Max? Would Feng want him to?
He couldn't be sure. Feng... was unpredictable in these moments. He didn't want to damage the boy's trust in him, but Max needed to understand... or did he? This wasn't a thing that would matter in their relationship. Was it?
But if he ends up going to court, blamed for his father's murderer, this is no doubt going to be used against him. And if Max is there, and he sees it...
That wouldn't end very well. More than likely, Max would see Feng as guilty; Andy would have to, if he had been in Max's situation. He breathed heavily and sighed, shifting his weight. What was the likelyhood of it going that far, anyway?
Judging it better, he left the paper where it lay, walking up the stairs. He attempted to take another swig of the alcohol in his hand, but he frowned, realizing that it was completely empty.
Damn it.
He tossed it in the trash, moving calmly back to Max. "Couldn't find it." He started, then winced. The alcohol had to be strong on him. It wasn't cheap stuff - a wedding present from Robert, Feng's 'father'. He grunted in distaste, sighing and shaking his head. "...Got distracted in my search," He reasoned, but still winced, more at the painful sound of Feng's distressed coughing. He cleared his throat, looking at Max calmly and leaning against the wall. "...How have things been since... well, y'know." He murmured, glancing at the door. Feng had silenced, clearly at the mention of the events at hand. He winced again, waiting until Feng resumed his coughing before he spoke once more. "...Nobody's decided to come and mess up the peace, have they?" He chuckled, pushing his thumbs into his pockets, closing his eyes and trying to rid himself of guilt.
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Don't walk away, don't walk away...
Oh, when the world is burning!
Don't walk away, don't walk away...
Oh, when the heart is yearning!
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Don't walk away, don't walk away...
Oh, when the world is burning!
Don't walk away, don't walk away...
Oh, when the heart is yearning!
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