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Zephyr cuddled the little bird closer, not wanting it to be cold in its sleep. His small warm hands cupped the bird like it was the most precious thing in the world. He pouted adorably at Dante's first comment. Why wouldn't it be a good place to sleep at? The blonde liked to sleep outside. When it wasn't cold or unbearably hot, the crickets chirped and the moon was out, it was perfect. With mankind's creations, everything was boxy and imperfect, fake beauty. Nature always got it right, no matter the danger that accompanied each animal or plant. But with danger, was the prospect of adventure and adrenaline rushes. At the idea of adventure, he always shivered. Adventure was the stuff of fairy-tales, he knew, and he knew it was childish of him to do so, but he chased adventures, as long as they weren't too dangerous that was. Because when things got too dangerous, you would get hurt and you will never want to search for an adventure ever again. Yet where was the fun and thrill of danger in that? Searching for adventures was his quest, but hunting for love was his first priority. That wasn't fair though. So, he had decided that he shouldn't look for love, but meet people and wait. He could wait. He could wait forever if he had to. And he didn't care if that person was a woman, a man, an in-between for crying out loud, if that person was loud or quiet, dumb or a genius, a blonde or a brunette; all he wanted, at the end of the day, was someone to love and to love him back.
Zephyr raised his head slightly at Dante to answer his question. "Ray told me to rest while he went to go put it out... I hope he's okay... Tip hasn't gotten here yet though." With that, he bit his bottom lip, wondering where the heck Tip was at the moment. He hoped, at the least, that the water priest was alright, as he did for every and anyone who was in any potential danger. Too much danger was bad. Something... terrible could happen, and when something terrible happened, and when no one was around, no one can help. Maybe... maybe he needed to go and find him... but... but... that would mean that Dante or the others would think him a crybaby or a mother hen. There was nothing wrong with being overly protective. Would you imagine if your mother was not protective enough? She would allow you to drop you on your head! Everything would go down to hell, everything would be wrong and bad, getting worse and worse as time wore on and on...
Zephyr scowled, uncharacteristically making a face at how he treated the cardinal. What did the cardinal ever do to him? By Ralkahan's name, what was Dante's problem? At this rate, Zephyr was going to actually get angry with the fire priest at one point. Anger. He was never angry. But this fiery tempered dark-haired fire manipulator was beyond Zephyr's sense of anger. It was actually bewilderment and confusion that was met when it came to Dante. It was confusing, to see a person in this way, in a way that the blonde wanted to poke and prod at the fire priest as if he were an unknown ingredient in an experiment, an exotic animal who greatly interested him. The man not only fascinated the blonde, but he also was amazing with everything else. Zephyr didn't know squat about Dante. The fire priest was the true embodiment of the term "tall, dark, and mysterious". Zephyr's head snapped up as drops of blood landed on the ground between them. He's hurt! Wait... he probably doesn't even want me to heal him... The blonde shifted and pinched himself to keep himself from running to the fire priest's side and acting like a mother hen again. It was hard to do, just sitting there while Dante was hurt, but he managed to do it. He pinched himself harder when the fire priest got up, the blonde seeing the blood on his back.
Nonetheless, the tiny blonde's heart pounded against his chest, as he awaited Dante's reaction. And, boy, it was a reaction. Dante's eyes glowed with a menacing cold glare that instantly made Zephyr feel scared. He flinched when his name left the dark-haired man's lips, his sharp words cutting in the air priest's heart like millions of knives. He shouldn't have... he shouldn't have said anything! And yet, he had to be an imbecile and say it! And it hurt, to be treated so sharply, as if it was a scolding to a child, a child who had wanted to do something right and ended up doing something wrong...! The blonde's head hung, shame making his throat clogged so that he was unable to speak and correct the wrong. Instead, he kept silent and endured it, like any obedient and good person should do. Only those who were angry would strike at those who are hurting them. Only someone who doesn't think about others did that, and get punished, a consequence for every step they make, a punishment for every single word they say. But it wasn't fair, that anybody should be treated this way and the punisher would get away with it. Yet he endured on and lived, no matter how much his emotions were trampled upon. He was like a stubborn mule; unyielding, holding his ground, but also letting the burden befall him, no matter its weight and size.
Zephyr didn't move a muscle, even when Dante took a step, stopped, and sighed. His light green eyes were covered by his light hair, his eyes closed tightly, unwillingly to open them until the fire priest went. The bird awoke, thrilling happily again, but Zephyr didn't react, only just stayed there, too frightened to move at all. The bird's head leaned to the side, confused at how this usually carefree and happy person was acting. The bright red bird full up to his head, landing on the top of his head, looking down, attempting to look at his face to judge what kind of reaction this air priest was having. Zephyr recoiled as the coat hit the ground, cowering in fear and shame, feeling like he was crap and sort of deserved to be treated this way. His hands were fists, trembling very slightly. He simply didn't listen to himself, that part of him that told him to leave Dante alone and just continue without him. Dante left. Zephyr still didn't move. I-I promise myself to never go after him again. Never, not even if it hurts every day to see him, not even if I'm alone as well. I promise to never believe in such childish fairy-tales as love! He opened his eyes very slowly, his dazed and confused gaze first seeing the coat. The blonde pushed it away with his foot, pulling back his leg in a more comfortable position.
The blonde looked up when he heard footsteps, and Rayne's voice. A little line formed between his eyebrows. I must be strong! Almost immediately, Zephyr smiled, brightening up his dank mood. It was false however, to hid his true feeling at the moment. He got up from his place of the floor, not yet forgetting about the bird on his head, so he got up slowly and carefully so the bird didn't fall off and get angry at him. He must be strong! He must survive through it, whether or not he came out with scratches and bruises! Zephyr smiled at Rayne, waving his hand in a don't-worry-please gesture. "Ah, it was nothing, really. We just talked for a while." Just because not everything worked according to plan, that didn't mean that he had to sulk and act like a baby! Oh, no! Not at all! The blonde had to suck it up, to get the better man (er, boy) in this situation. Dante might've won the battle, but Zephyr was going to win the war.
Zephyr grabbed Rayne's hand, tugging him along. He threw a smile over his shoulder at the earth priest before dragging him along to see the head priest. Everywhere he looked, there was destruction or death. There were bodies everywhere. He didn't want to think about it, not when he had a mission in mind at the moment: to defeat Dante, one way or another, whatever it took. If it took ten horses, fifty gallons of water, and a considerable amount of feathers, it would be worth it, definitely worth it. He heard the head priest speak, dragging the poor earth priest with him. "Mister head priest sir," his soft voice interrupted a conversation with Dante completely, the head priest fully turning to his attention. Zephyr almost smiled. He had done it on purpose, "would you mind telling us how we can help, in any sort of way, please?" The air priest refused to look at Dante, making him seem as if he were invisible or not even there. This was he liked to call revenge. He rarely did it, but when he did, he was often times really good at it, and won out. It was curious, to see such an innocent person trying and winning at some of the worst of things...
Zephyr raised his head slightly at Dante to answer his question. "Ray told me to rest while he went to go put it out... I hope he's okay... Tip hasn't gotten here yet though." With that, he bit his bottom lip, wondering where the heck Tip was at the moment. He hoped, at the least, that the water priest was alright, as he did for every and anyone who was in any potential danger. Too much danger was bad. Something... terrible could happen, and when something terrible happened, and when no one was around, no one can help. Maybe... maybe he needed to go and find him... but... but... that would mean that Dante or the others would think him a crybaby or a mother hen. There was nothing wrong with being overly protective. Would you imagine if your mother was not protective enough? She would allow you to drop you on your head! Everything would go down to hell, everything would be wrong and bad, getting worse and worse as time wore on and on...
Zephyr scowled, uncharacteristically making a face at how he treated the cardinal. What did the cardinal ever do to him? By Ralkahan's name, what was Dante's problem? At this rate, Zephyr was going to actually get angry with the fire priest at one point. Anger. He was never angry. But this fiery tempered dark-haired fire manipulator was beyond Zephyr's sense of anger. It was actually bewilderment and confusion that was met when it came to Dante. It was confusing, to see a person in this way, in a way that the blonde wanted to poke and prod at the fire priest as if he were an unknown ingredient in an experiment, an exotic animal who greatly interested him. The man not only fascinated the blonde, but he also was amazing with everything else. Zephyr didn't know squat about Dante. The fire priest was the true embodiment of the term "tall, dark, and mysterious". Zephyr's head snapped up as drops of blood landed on the ground between them. He's hurt! Wait... he probably doesn't even want me to heal him... The blonde shifted and pinched himself to keep himself from running to the fire priest's side and acting like a mother hen again. It was hard to do, just sitting there while Dante was hurt, but he managed to do it. He pinched himself harder when the fire priest got up, the blonde seeing the blood on his back.
Nonetheless, the tiny blonde's heart pounded against his chest, as he awaited Dante's reaction. And, boy, it was a reaction. Dante's eyes glowed with a menacing cold glare that instantly made Zephyr feel scared. He flinched when his name left the dark-haired man's lips, his sharp words cutting in the air priest's heart like millions of knives. He shouldn't have... he shouldn't have said anything! And yet, he had to be an imbecile and say it! And it hurt, to be treated so sharply, as if it was a scolding to a child, a child who had wanted to do something right and ended up doing something wrong...! The blonde's head hung, shame making his throat clogged so that he was unable to speak and correct the wrong. Instead, he kept silent and endured it, like any obedient and good person should do. Only those who were angry would strike at those who are hurting them. Only someone who doesn't think about others did that, and get punished, a consequence for every step they make, a punishment for every single word they say. But it wasn't fair, that anybody should be treated this way and the punisher would get away with it. Yet he endured on and lived, no matter how much his emotions were trampled upon. He was like a stubborn mule; unyielding, holding his ground, but also letting the burden befall him, no matter its weight and size.
Zephyr didn't move a muscle, even when Dante took a step, stopped, and sighed. His light green eyes were covered by his light hair, his eyes closed tightly, unwillingly to open them until the fire priest went. The bird awoke, thrilling happily again, but Zephyr didn't react, only just stayed there, too frightened to move at all. The bird's head leaned to the side, confused at how this usually carefree and happy person was acting. The bright red bird full up to his head, landing on the top of his head, looking down, attempting to look at his face to judge what kind of reaction this air priest was having. Zephyr recoiled as the coat hit the ground, cowering in fear and shame, feeling like he was crap and sort of deserved to be treated this way. His hands were fists, trembling very slightly. He simply didn't listen to himself, that part of him that told him to leave Dante alone and just continue without him. Dante left. Zephyr still didn't move. I-I promise myself to never go after him again. Never, not even if it hurts every day to see him, not even if I'm alone as well. I promise to never believe in such childish fairy-tales as love! He opened his eyes very slowly, his dazed and confused gaze first seeing the coat. The blonde pushed it away with his foot, pulling back his leg in a more comfortable position.
The blonde looked up when he heard footsteps, and Rayne's voice. A little line formed between his eyebrows. I must be strong! Almost immediately, Zephyr smiled, brightening up his dank mood. It was false however, to hid his true feeling at the moment. He got up from his place of the floor, not yet forgetting about the bird on his head, so he got up slowly and carefully so the bird didn't fall off and get angry at him. He must be strong! He must survive through it, whether or not he came out with scratches and bruises! Zephyr smiled at Rayne, waving his hand in a don't-worry-please gesture. "Ah, it was nothing, really. We just talked for a while." Just because not everything worked according to plan, that didn't mean that he had to sulk and act like a baby! Oh, no! Not at all! The blonde had to suck it up, to get the better man (er, boy) in this situation. Dante might've won the battle, but Zephyr was going to win the war.
Zephyr grabbed Rayne's hand, tugging him along. He threw a smile over his shoulder at the earth priest before dragging him along to see the head priest. Everywhere he looked, there was destruction or death. There were bodies everywhere. He didn't want to think about it, not when he had a mission in mind at the moment: to defeat Dante, one way or another, whatever it took. If it took ten horses, fifty gallons of water, and a considerable amount of feathers, it would be worth it, definitely worth it. He heard the head priest speak, dragging the poor earth priest with him. "Mister head priest sir," his soft voice interrupted a conversation with Dante completely, the head priest fully turning to his attention. Zephyr almost smiled. He had done it on purpose, "would you mind telling us how we can help, in any sort of way, please?" The air priest refused to look at Dante, making him seem as if he were invisible or not even there. This was he liked to call revenge. He rarely did it, but when he did, he was often times really good at it, and won out. It was curious, to see such an innocent person trying and winning at some of the worst of things...
The song stuck in my head... Uprising
XXXWhere am I? destroyed temple
XXXXXXWho am I with? Dante
XXXXXXXXXMy feelings are my own secrets... confused, really sad, worried, externally happy, internally not so much
XXXXXXXXXXXXO(bviously)O(btained)C(hupacabra) well, that was melodramatic post. sorry 'bout that!
XXXWhere am I? destroyed temple
XXXXXXWho am I with? Dante
XXXXXXXXXMy feelings are my own secrets... confused, really sad, worried, externally happy, internally not so much
XXXXXXXXXXXXO(bviously)O(btained)C(hupacabra) well, that was melodramatic post. sorry 'bout that!
