A Je T'aime Private Roleplay [[ 2&3 ]] Murphy's Law

Who's YOUR favourite character?

Deux!! > :B	100.0%	[ 1 ]
Trois!! <|8D	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Vosyem!! >8E	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Sarah!! =3	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Novem!! x[	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Nouă!! : >	0.0%	[ 0 ]
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[lux eternelle]

Trois::; -poutglares- I dun like jou...

Deux ; -rolls eyes- Heard tha' 'un befohre. Ahnd whaht hahppen'd? -put down his cigarette and holds up both his hand as if he was controlling sock puppets- Oh, yah're soh fluffeh.. -smashs both hands together violently-

Trois::; -growls irritably and attempts to bite into one of Deux's hands-

Deux ; 'Ey, 'ey, 'ey, Ah'm noht done yeht! -holds up hands again- Do yah ferget wha' hahppened behfore tha'? -mashes hands together and makes annoying smoochy noises-

Trois::; -hisses angrily and, once more, attempts to hook two-inch snake fangs in one of Deux's hands-

Deux ; -catches Trois' chin and holds it WOW he's nimble oxo- 'Ey. Thaht's not vereh nice, naow is et? Ah'm just remindin' yah of yahr achtions. -kisses his forehead and beams before letting 'im go-

Trois::; I don't care vhat jou're remindink me off!! -pale flush- Actionth off the patht mean nossink to moi. -folds arms indignantly and glares-

Deux ; -getting just a little cheesed off- Well, AH dohn' cahre ef et means anehthin' teh yah. Yah should nevah ferget the pahst. -crosses arms and steps on the cigarette that was still burning on the ground-

Trois::; -hisses and retracts fangs, lashing tail in irritation- Well, assss far assss I'm conssserned, zhe passst only makesss life efen more complicated!! Bessst to forget about eet and move on weessss whatefer jou haff LEFT!!

Deux ; -glowering at Trois; absolutely enraged- Shut yah're ********' fahnged mouth. -slaps him across the face- Ah swear tah whateveh Gohd mahy listen teh us, if yah evah, evah say tha' again ahrowund meh, Ah'll kell yah. -fingering his turtle ring as he speaks- The onleh wahy yah cahn ever mahke shure yah nevah mahke the mestahkes of the pahst es tah remembah. Isn't tha' why we're givin' the children to those dahmn humahns anewahy? -voice growing both more intense and soft as he speaks- Tah try ahnd mehnd wha' hahpenned? -glares hatefully; still toying with his ring-

Trois::; -absolutely stunned for a moment, before returning that same glare- That showssss jour moteefessss, zhen!! -hisses angrily, twisting the tip of his tail to avoid smacking Deux right back- I'll never make zhe misssstakes zhat- Zhat he made!! Zhere shouldn't even be any shildren in zhe FIRST PLACE!! ALL zhat we're doing by ssssending zhem to those heartlessssss basssstardsssss eesssss getting zhwem away from US!! Getting zhem away from here and all zhe s**t zhat zissss rassse hasss pulled off!! -grabs Deux's shirt collar and pulls him down to eye-level; face-to-face- Eef I deed what jou do, 'remember everyssssink zhat happened', I wouldn't haff lived zisss long. -rather obviously on the verge of tears-

Deux ; -rolls his eyes- What abowt mahtives, Trois? Yah know Ah could nevah do anethin' but werk fer what he did. -brandishes ring- If Ah didn't do tha, Ah would've dahed. -sighs, anger slowly retreating, and grips Trois' shoulders- We hafta do somethin' about this; we hafta make the ferst move, and it hasta be one'a peace. Tha' rift ain't gonna close anehtime soon, and if we don't wanna be kicked outta this home, too, we hafta show the humans tha' they can trust us. Else alla be fer naught. -sighs again, and now almost back to calm- Ahnd Ah'm not sahyin' yah cherishe Hem, whoevah he is or whatevah he did tah yah, but yah shouldn't let it completely escahpe yah. A lehttle pahin keeps yah from doin' the sahme thin', howevah unlikeleh it mah beh. -unhooks his shirt collar and kisses Trois quickly, then walks a distance away and smokes, a reminescient look about him-

Trois::; -hiccoughs weakly and wipes at his eyes in frustration- B-but I dun't want t'remember wh-what he deed. I would neffer... do somesink like zhat... -stares after Deux before choosing to follow and coiling himself loosely around Deux's feet and leaning against his leg tiredly; still rubbing at his eyes a bit; glances up a bit warily, before going back to his staring at the ground, hesitantly taking hold of Deux's hand with only three fingers, not sure if that's the best idea-

Deux ; -apparently in his own little memory-world until Trois takes ahold of his hand, for he whips his head around in surprise, as if he forgot he was there. Once he remembers, he gives him a half-smile and goes back to staring into space, except he changes his grip on Trois' hand to encompass all of his fingers- Sucks sumtimes, dunnit? -kisses Trois' hand absently; glances at his ring; shakes his head and smokes- Trust meh, mah friend; Ah'm not cahmftable wit' giving th' chilldren awah, eiddah. -sigh-

Trois::; -tightens his grip slightly on Deux's hand, attempting to ward off the pale red hue crawling across his face- Zhey'll be fine, right...? -scratchy throat; more looking for reassurance than anything- I mean... nossink will... happen to zhem... right? -pitiful-

[lux eternelle]

{ Deux } --»

It was becoming harder and harder for Deux to continue daydreaming (or was it more like reminescing?) as Trois clung more tightly to his hand. Not that he minded being with the snake boy; it was just that this was really a time where he would rather be somewhere else, with someone just a wee bit closer to his heart. But it couldn't be helped, then, could it?

Careful not to let too much of his melancholy show on his furred features, he looked down at Trois and smiled in a (hopefully) encouraging way. "Ahve cowrse they weel be." Squeezing the reptile's hand all-the-tighter, he scooted off the small rock he had been perched on so he was level with Trois. Still clutching onto his hand, Deux wrapped his other arm around his scaley shoulders and leaned against him. "Ah prahmise we're doin' the right theng."

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Trois::;

It seemed reminiscing was rather contageous; then again, it made sense with their previous... conversation. Problem was, after all that had happened, he only remember the big picture. Not faces, voices, words... but he remembered colours. Black, red, yellow... bright green... deep crimson... He didn't come out of his memory-induced shock until a furred arm wrapped around his shoulders. Heavy green-gold eyes blinked slowly before widening at that last comment.

Something clicked in a memory long-since locked away, and it felt as though Trois had been stabbed in the back. He whimpered harshly, wrapping his arms around Deux, forgetting about the ferret's common irritation toward his contact in such a manner; forgetting about hand-holding, kids, everything. That knife in his back was just being shoved in further and twisted slowly. He extended poison-filled fangs and bit into one of his own hands; muffle the sobs; detract from the pain.

There's only us...

...there's only this

{ Deux } --»

Well, he had meant for the gesture to be reassuring, as he doubted he could take anymore of Trois' tears. However, once again, the ferret had done something or said something wrong, for the other suddenly grabbed onto him and began... well, it seemed that it was sobbing, but it was muffled against something. Startled at both Trois' distress and the sudden contact, Deux pulled back slightly.

The fact that he would barely do so surprised him even more, and after a closer inspection, he saw the terrifying reason why. Trois had sunk his small fangs into his own fand, effectively fastening himself onto the ferret. An illogical panic filled him, and he (pardon the pun), weasled his way out of Trois' embrase and held his face in his hands, too terrified to remove the fangs, but not able to process anything else. Trying to refrain from shaking the snake, he half-whispered, half-yelled into his face. "Trois, stahp et. Stahp et! Whatever Ah did, Ah'm sorreh! Ah'm sorreh, gawd dammit; just stahp et!" He kissed Trois' forehead hard, out of complete desperation. Deux simply couldn't think of anything else that would calm the snake without hurting him. Or so he hoped, more ferverently than he was really to admit to himself.

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Trois::;

Now, how would you put into words the feel of anxiety comparable to being shoved over the edge, driven to the brink, having gone absolutely insane? Put simply, it's damn-near impossible to do so. The loss of heat caused muscles to tighten, limbs pulling close, eyes slamming shut. Lips formed words said only by the mind, whimpering the only thing breaking from his lips, jaws fastening and locking onto his hand; poison, pain, he'd take anything, all of it. Almost nothing registered; Deux's voice, thick accent, frantic speech, words garbled in the mess of his mind.

'Nothing's going to happen.'

That voice; a myriad of colours, two and two slamming together, no matter how every bit of him, mind, body, soul, were resisting desperately.

'We'll be fine, I promise. Everything will be perfectly alright.'

Near-amber eyes opened hesitantly before slamming shut again. Small muscles twitched, his body hunched forward. Finally, he forced his eyes open, greeted with violet-tinged concern. Gears turned slowly, twitching awkwardly. Trois removed his fangs with a slightly pained noise before glancing back up at the ferret, still scared of an unknown fear, twitching anxiously. He retracted his fangs. "I'm... souri...?"

Forget regret...

...or life is your's to miss

{ Deux } --»

Deux had no knowledge of the unbridled chaos that was rebounding through Trois' mind at the time, nor the fact that his words and actions had really no effect on the state of Trois. What's more, even if he did, he probably wouldn't care. All the ferret cared about at the moment was that Trois came out of the bizarre fit he had sprung into. If he was okay, then Deux was okay.

Wait- what? Why- but- what? Didn't they hate each other not half a day ago? And yet the snake boy had somehow wormed his way into his heart, with his hisses and aching tears. Since when did he ever hold Trois, comfort him, kiss him almost as hard as-

His sudden, bitter reverie was broken slightly with the snake's words. Violet-hued orbs blinked a few times behind their small glasses as he tried to recollect his thoughts. Once they were all in order, his quick introspection returned as well, and Deux jumped back, one hand moving past the other. "Sorreh? Sorreh... We- wehll, yah bettah beh! Yah nearly gave meh a heahrt ahttahck!" Stepping back with more hastiness than he really felt, he looked away from the piercing gold-green eyes, and out of reflex, he reached from a cigarette and inhaled fiercely, glancing furtively at the snake once or twice. His thumb pawed at his his ring finger, at his stone turtle, caught between two warring forces, two different, equally attracting pulls.

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Trois::;

Confusion was a good word. Fit well in situations such as the current. Gold-green eyes sharpened slightly and his massaged around the still (obviously) sore puncture wounds in his hand. "Well, I'm souri xhat I put jour life in jeapordy. I'll remember not to haff mental breakdowns in jour presense any longer, since eet taxes jou so!" Trois spat back, regaining his spite as quick as he lost it, though the redness of his eyes and the shaking in his voice betrayed his not being fully himself, still.

On more important matters (as though there was anything more important than bothering Deux), there was a high likelihood he would need to bother with the holes in his flesh, given the skin was warm and red, likely begging to swell, or would be doing so soon. He frowned, a bit frustrated with himself for doing such a thing, watching as blood filled and then spilled over the wounds. Ugh...

He didn't notice the shaking that got steadily worse as he watched the crimson liquid trickle across his golden-yellow scales. He didn't notice when his sight went black at the edges. He didn't notice the ground rushing up to meet him.

But he noticed that he'd passed out- when he came to about twenty seconds later.

No other path; no other way...

...no day but today

{ Deux } --»

It had been too long of a day for Deux to have much patience anymore to deal with Trois' bitching sarcasm much longer. Of course, the budding confusion didn't didn't help him out much. Being in this state, it wasn't surprising that he responded to the snake in a less-than-sympathetic fashion. "Gud, 'cause yah dahmn well shoold beh," he muttered angrily, too stubborn to admit his worry and too worried to laugh it off like he usually did. He devoted all of his attention to his cigarette, hunching up his shoulders and basically folding into himself. It was safe and quiet there, and returning made him wonder why he ever bothered himself with the welfare of that frustrating, sarcastic, childish snake (not that he was much better).

Of course, Deux was quickly reminded of precisely why when Trois collapsed to the floor, clutching his bleeding arm. The ferret had paused with cigarette halfway to mouth, violet eyes watching the snake fall, seemingly in slow motion. Within a few moments, he was at the prone creature's side, head jammed up against his chest, reaching for a heartbeat. Thankfully, he found one, and Deux sat up slowly, looking at Trois with a peculiar mix of annoyance and relief. "Yah feckin' drahmah queen," he mumbled as he ripped a good-size piece of his shirt and used it to bind the deep wound.

When Trois came to, Deux was back to where he had been before, smoke in hand and still looking broody. The bandage was the only sign that anything had changed.

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Trois::;

Well, wasn't that a strange self-discovery; problems with blood, hmm? Trois sat up, massaging the bridge of his nose, bothered by the recent turns-of-events. Still, Deux's abrupt changes in mood had him curious. Maybe he could test the strange mood swings. He dropped his hand, a smile crawling to his face when he caught sight of the semi-bloody bandage on his hand.

He slithered up behind the ferret, making himself a bit taller. Wrapping his arms around Deux's waist, he set his chin on the other's shoulder and smiled, quite content with his current situation. "Sankyou for bandagink mai hand, Deux," he said pleasantly. "I don't seem to haff a stomach feet for dealink wiss mai own blood."

Please take me...

...OUUUT tonight

{ Deux } --»

It was becoming increasingly harder to ignore Trois, as Deux would have liked, especially when the snake slithered (as snakes are apt to do) up behind him and clutched him about his waist. Once again, the smouldering stick paused on the way to his lips, before the ferret sighed and gritted his teeth.

"Well obviehsleh. Most people don't fahint aht th' sight of et." Doing his best to steel his volitale nerves against the snake's exasperating advances, he smoked in silence for a moment, before he once again flicked Trois on the nose and slipped out of his grasp, pouting slightly as his fur ruffled uncomfortably.

After his escape, he appraised Trois for a moment over his glasses. "Yah cahn realleh be one pahin in the arse, yah know that? Bein' ahll snahppeh ahnd shite ahnd then snugglin' meh ahnd such. Yah'll sehriousleh canfuse sahmone one dahy." A small smirk appeared on his face as he spoke, and the usualy witty glow sparked once again in his violet eyes as he cheekily blew smoke in Trois' direction. He had to appear like he wasn't affected by the snake; just go on as if nothing had changed.

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Trois::;

Trois frowned when he - once more - found himself standing in his own company. Rather than dejectedly dropping his arms back to his sides, foever, he opted to cross his arms loosely, the gold bands on his wrist jingling faintly. His tail slid slowly across the floor before raising up and swaying to either side languidly.

He made a rather disgusted face at the dirt-grey smoke blown in his face, attempting to swat it away with a translucent gold sleeve. Once the smoke dispersed, and he was free to breathe again, Trois looked rather disapprovingly at his... friend? Well, something like that.

"Who sats zhat I ever do zhat to anyone but jou?" he replied, moving just a bit closer tot he constantly-retreating ferret, though without taking up his breathing space. He frowned at the smoke, though, and backed up slightly. "And jou should really sink about trying to quit." He gestured vaguely to the cigarette; he never forced Deux to quit, simply recommended it on occasion.

Will I lose my dignity; will someone care...

...will I wake tomorrow, from this nightmare

{ Deux } --»

Deux watched as Trois attempted to swat away the smoke, smirking slightly at his irritated expression, which had been the point, of course. As he approached again, the ferret stutter-stepped back, not sure what to expect. After all, he had gone from angry, to sorrowful, back to angry, and then... clingy within recently memory.

"Well, then, yah'll cahnfuse meh," he snapped back moodily, crossing his arms and glaring at the snake over his glasses once again. At Trois' second statement, he rolled his eyes and stuck the cigarette back in his mouth, taking an excessively-long breath, sucking in as much of the cancer as he could before letting the smoke slowly filter out. "Thought about et. Cawnclusion: No feckin' wahy." He smiled evilly, and took another draft of the smoke, eager to see just how Trois would respond. Hopefully, with immense irritation. The ferret chuckled mentally at the thought.

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Trois::;

"Zhen I suppose I'm stuck confusink jou, aren't I?" Trois replied simply, shrugging his shoulder and giving a satisfied smirk. Unfortunately, that faded with the deep inhalation of that stomach-churning smoke. He winced slightly, that action sparking an emotion, striking a chord that he didn't even know existed. Different than anger, stronger than concern... All he knew was that whatever he did next would be really stupid.

And so it was. His tail lashed out, wrapping around the cigarette and yanking it away from Deux, snubbing it out on the ground rather forcefully. "Well, why ees zat?!" he hissed, trying hard not to scream at him. It was what he felt like doing, at least. "Jou're going to keell jourself wiss how many of zhose ******** cancer steecks jou go srough een a day!" his voice was rising without him meaning to let it, mood shifting from irritated, to irate, to absolutely livid.

Trois slithered closed to the ferret, pulling himself even higher; height equals power. Too bad that Trois was much more easily intimidated that Deux. "And jou don't haff much longer wiss how jou've been smoking recently! And zhen what happens?! Zhen what do we do wissout jou?!"

I just came to say goodbye love...

...goodbye love

{ Deux } --»

Well, that response was certainly irritation. At least that had gone according to plan. However, Deux didn't expect Trois to act so... passionately about it. In retrospect, maybe that was foolish of him, seeing as how estranged the snake had been all day. The cigarette had been flicked away before he realized it, and he watched it get snuffed out with an expression akin to that of a small child watching his favorite toy getting smashed. All of the previous mirth in his gaze quickly vanished, like a candle being blown out in a cave.

To his credit, Deux didn't immediately smack the living daylights out of the impertinant snake, though he itched to desperately. The ferret just stood there, violet eyes cold as stone, glaring at Trois as he was berated. His anger was so great that he barely even registered the snake's words, although under differing circumstances they more than likely would have made a good argument. All he could think about were the backwards, baffling, abrupt, unwelcomely random mood swings of Trois.

"Why, parahy tell, ahre yah so concehrened ahbout meah heahlth, hmm?" he spoke quietly after a short silence. "Exahctleh whaht bizness es et of your's, Trois? Ah've ben smokin' sence Ah knew yah - sence BEHFORE Ah knew yah - ahnd suhddenleh ah beg deal?" Deux was working himself up into a full-fledged rant now: Voice increasing in volume, gestures becoming more abrupt and harsh; that works. "Why dah you cahre ef Ah die from thes hahbet, eh? Lowrd knows yah've tried tah bite meh weeth those fahngs a' yahrs ahften enough." He strode angrily up to the other, closing the gap between them in a few strides. "Pleaze tehll meh, Trois, fer Ah'me ahfraid Ah cahn't desipheur th' innar werkin's of yahr mind: Why do yah thenk yah hahve th' right tah tehll meh whaht Ah should do? Weh're nawt lahvers, er anetheng of thaht sowrt; ef anehthing, weh're rivahls. Why. Do. Yah. Care?!" The last word was practically screamed in Trois' face, and afterwards Deux stood there panting, half-wondering if he ever wanted an answer.

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Trois::;

"BECAUSE I-" Trois bit down hard, cutting off whatever stupidity was about to spew forth from the depths of his impulside mind. His eyes closed slowly, hands fisted at his sides as he dropped back to his natural height. He took a slow, deep breath before trusting himself to open his eyes, looking back up at Deux. "Eets alwaysss been a big deal, Deux," he said, mind buzzing with surpressed at how dense the ferret was being.

"But jou are not a child. I cannot control was jou do or what jou don't do, but jou are zhe only sink I haff left!" Another breath; try to stay calm, resist overpowering emotion, resist actions that he knew he would regret. "After everysink zhat has happened, jou are zhe only one zhat wass zhere zhe entire time- zhe only one who rememberss everysink zhat hass happened to uss!"

"Please, give eet a momentss thought!! Wissout jou, what am I going to do?! Just a** jou wouldn't be able to send zhe children away wissout someone sso much a** agreeing wiss jour moteefss, neizzer could I!!" he snapped, thoughts of controlling his hot temper having drifted out an open window. "And mebe I should leave! Zhen jou wouldn't me and all my 'problems', and when you die, everysink weel keep goink a** planne, yea? Everysink weell be perfect!"

I should tell you...

...I should- NO!

{ Deux } --»

It was hard - no, practically impossible for Deux to process what he was hearng. For one, he was so angry he could barely breathe, let alone listen, let alone think. The incomplete yell barely fazed him, and it was all he could do to register the other words. His anger was no longer loud and explosive, but simmed barely underneath the surface of his fur, much like Trois' often did. He gazed back into the snake's gold-green eyes, not blinking, not backing down or wavering an inch.

Despite the fact that Trois was obviously getting upset, Deux found that his words didn't have the effect the snake might have intended. That is, until he mentioned something about him not needing Trois. That certainly got his attention; for as long as he had known the snake, he had rarely, if ever, allowed himself to be considered expendable. And yet, here he was, practically yelling it into his face. For a moment, the notion abated the ferret's irrational anger. If Trois had stopped there, the squablle would have probably ended with many an apologising hug.

However, the snake continued, and through doing so, brought Deux's anger back in a flood. Even though he was constantly at his and Trois' relatinoship, the ferret was still unpleasantly surprised when the snake described him in that light. "When hahve Ah evah, evah mahde et seem lahk yah weren't wahnted, eh? Ded Ah evah sahy anehthen' ahbout gettin' red of yah? If Ah ded, then tell meh, behcause fer the life of meh, Ah cahn't rehcall one!" The anger was burning again, fueled by some bizarre emotion that he didn't want to place out of fear of where it would lie.

Deux gripped Trois fiercely by his shoulders, almost shaking him in an effort to make his point clear. "Ef yah cahn't respond, then where excksahctleh do yah drahw tha' conclusion about meh? Ah know ah teahse yah ahnd needle yah terribleh, but thaht don't meahn that' Ah don't wahnt her compahneh in this stuupid, loneleh plahce!" He was almost hysterical in his efforts to be understood; to understand it himself. "Ah- Ah do et behcahse... behcahse... Sonohvvah betch, Ah don't know!" Startlingly close to tears, Deux lowered his head, annoyed to see his glasses become blurry. "Yah cannah leave meh, Trois. Yah... cahn't." Sharp teeth bit his lip fiercly, trying with all their might to keep the tears in.

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Trois::;

Of all reactions, it should have been the most expected, should have been the most apparent, most obvious. Yet something in Trois wasn't buying. Was expecting to he pushed away, rejected, tossed to the side. Doubt, mixed with mistrust, with the teasing, taunting, poking fun, everything that was just fun, just playing. Laugh on the outside, die on the inside, the classic story of taunting and teasing!

Desperately, Trois clung to every word, but they slipped away one after the other, disppearing into space. All he could hear were insecurities, growling in the back of his mind, overriding Deux's words, his own thoughts. Green-gold eyes were focused, trying to see where hearing failed, trying to figure out something he didn't even understand.

The desperation cut through. The needing, the pitiful lilt to such a strong voice. Confusion flooded and washed out the self-pity, but even that was drowned out by worry at swimming violet eyes and that one section of speech. There was no daze which he was in to be able to break out of, yet he felt he emerged from something similar as he tipped Deux's chin up slightly, granting him the lightest of featherweight kisses. Deux wasn't one for physical contact, Troi was. It was a compromise; if Deux wanted further comfort, he would express such a need. Trois didn't need anymore irritation directed at him today.

The snake pulled back, studying Deux's face with concern, his own words burning his tongue, about five minutes too late. "I won't leave, Deux. I'm... souri I said zhat, I didn't... I wasn't sinkink..." Reptillian eyes shifted away from Deux's face after he said this, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. How could he have said that?

Just pay me back...

...with one-thousand kisses

{ Deux } --»

This time, Deux seriously thought that there was no going back, no recovering from this fight. Something - er, well, everything - about Trois' expression as he had ranting and plead with him had given him the impression that it just wasn't what he wanted to hear. And yet that was all the ferret could give. He had more or less bared his heart to the other, or as much as he could without feeling like a traitor. All he could do was hope that it was enough.

Apparently, it was, but just barely. He was too tired to resist as his face was tilted up, and he gazed blankly at Trois' face, not knowing what he was expecting. To be rejected, he guessed, to be smacked across the face like he had done to Trois so many times, or other such things.

Needless to say, these misgivings felt extremely foolish when Trois' lips brushed against his, if only for a second. Violet eyes lit up as if they had opened suddenly, except that they were never closed. He went practically numb, and he wavered for a second on the spot, Trois' words flowing in one ear and out the other, and yet still somehow making sense. Breaths came after a few moments, and conscious thought a good while later. "Dahmn starahight yah weren't," he mumbled quietly.

Reason, however, was still a ways away, for those words had just barely passed Deux's lips before they were mashed up against Trois'. Eyes were fastened tight, and his fingers practically siezed onto the snakes hair. He kissed him as hard as he could stand, desperate to release all of this head-splitting, conflicting emotion before he regained his sense. After all, it was only a matter of time.

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Trois::;

There wasn't even a chance for a snappy response, God forbid a chance for Trois to so much as open his mouth before he was silenced by that ferret. And, somehow, he'd been under the impression that he was the impulsive one. Regardless of the ideas of a fight that had seemed to become about who was more impulsive, Trois slipped his lanky arms around Deux's neck, ignoring both the stupidly giddy smile that he couldn't keep from his face and a red hue crawling into his cheeks that matched the tips of his hair.

His senses were damn-near shot by this point, so why not overwhelm them even further? With a ferocity similar to Deux's own, he slid his snakelike tongue into Deux's mouth, mind and stomach doing a backflip at the bizarre sensation the action had caused. A soft whimper broke from his throat before he forced himself to pull away from the kiss, panting softly. Jaded gold eyes opened slowly as he glanced back up at Deux, a slow, catlike grin coming to his face.

Please take me...

...OUUUT tonight

{ Deux } --»

In quite the typical way, once Deux allowed his pent-up emotions to spill over, he found they just wouldn't stop. He found that the very last thing he wanted to do was separate himself from the frustrating snake. He moaned softly as Trois' tongue slipped into his mouth, which he was more than happy to allow. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head at the tangy taste of the other, which only made the ferret pull closer to Trois.

He whimpered softly when the other pulled away, digging his fingers slightly into his shoulders in an effort to keep him close. Violet eyes opened quickly, and a smirk grew to match the sly smile on Trois' face. He only allowed himself a few short breaths before he was kdding the snake again, nimbly sliding his tongue into the other's mouth. One furred arm slid to hold Trois' head in place, while the other gripped his waist. Somewhere through the ecstacy and other glowing emotiongs that were occupying his brain, Deux realized two things: That this could go to very interesting places, and that he didn't eally care. Indeed, the thought only made him press himself closer to the other.

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[lux eternelle]

1... 2... 3!

Trois::;

'This is the stupidest thing we've done yet, Deux,' began a voice inside his head that tried to separate the two of them to make a speech. Of course, that wasn't going to happen. It was all that could be sensed by either of them, what was going on at that exact moment. So, it would remain an inner monologue, something Trois knew that he should be voicing aloud, but didn't have the willpower to do so. What did it matter, anyway? This very moment could be his last, after all. 'We both know how much we're going to regret this. How much we're going to yell and scream at each other. At the same time, we're going to know that nothing's going to be the same; this has happened before, sure, but it's been different. Sweet, quick affections, no feeling behind them on either side. I don't know your past; I don't know how you feel right now. I know that I'll probably never know any of those things, but I don't care. I can pretend that you feel the same way that I do right now, and for this moment, that will be enough...'

The thoughts flitted to the back of his mind as soon as each passed, gold-green eyes unable to completely shut; he needed to be sure that this was real, that this was actually happening. And yet, he couldn't help it as his eyes fell shut when that flavorful tongue probed into his mouth, making him more than swoon, arms clinging tightly to the ferret's frame to keep himself even slightly upright as the muscles in his tail seemed to completely turn to liquid. Damn thing...

A break in the lip-lock, no more than a single second, had a golden tail whipping around the back of Deux's legs, wrapping itself around one of his ankles, before Trois was once again pressed as close as he could get to the ferret. At least, as close as he could get with clothes on. He smirked mentally, one hand entwined in coarse, sandy hair, the other creeping down from his shoulder and tugging at the buttons on that dirty, wrinkled shirt that Deux insisted on wearing day-in and day-out. Senses blurred enough by the all-consuming heat of the warm-blooded body practically melded with his reptilian one, smell and taste taken in a silver tongued mouth, one hand wasn't dealing with buttons very easily; true, some were coming undone. Some. Very, very slowly. Somehow, that didn't seem to be cutting it.

There's only YES, only tonight...

...we must let go, to know what's right

[fallingUPstairs__x x]

{ Deux } --»

By some twist of fate, the misgivings that Trois was feeling were, at the moment, partially shared by Deux. Of course, it wasn't a complete monologue; he couldn't have formulated a coherent thought if his life had depended on it. No, it was more of a series of dim, shaky feelings that flitted their way through the fierce elation that was practically keeping him upright. Thoughts of regret; thoughts of the past; thoughts of rejection. Deux probably knew in some deep part of him that this was a terrible idea, but the rest refused to listen to the warnings, instead forcing themselves to press farther towards the snake. This was nessecary; he couldn't survive much longer with these confusing, conflicting emotions rebounding about his core. This way, some could be bled out, like poison from a wound, and all could go back to the way it once was. Yes, that was the plan: release all of the unspoken feelings in one go and be done with it. Easy.

Or so he had guessed. The truth, the ferret found quickly, was quite different then what the half-formed plan in his head had said. Deux was rapidly losing resistance ( if he had ever had any at all ) as Trois clung to him with as much fervor as he was. Confident now that he wouldn't retract from his advances anytime soon, the hand that was pressed against the snake's neck moved slowly up to his silken hair, twisting it lovingly between his fingers. If his mouth wasn't currently occupied, the gesture would have been accompanied with a smirk.

Deux used the small break between them to take yet another deep breathe, and then he dove happily back into the fray, clinging and being clung to. His body had, whether he had realized it or not, ached for this: for such close and intimate contact with another person. A solid person. To his fury, a tiny piece of him was horrified for having been part of the organism that wished that, and to combat the small whisper of resistance, Deux retracted his hands from the snake's body and assisted him with the obvious trouble he was having with the buttons. Pushing away his hand, nimble fingers undid the fasteners with much more finesse than Trois, and within what felt like a split-second, the ratted shirt was hanging open, exposing Deux's furred chest. Thanks to the position of the snake's arm, the garment still hung on to the ferret's thin body, but that was fine for now; it was a step in the right direction.

Pulling back for just a moment, Deux smirked slightly, eyes still blissfully shut. He, unlike Trois, knew precisely what was happening, and needed no visual confirmation to tell him what he already knew. Then he was connected to the other once more, tongue happily tasting his, fingers sneaking almost playfully under the rim of Trois' shirt, brushing lightly against the heated skin there.

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[lux eternelle]

1... 2... 3!

Trois::;

A wave of pent-up emotion was something that Trois could fully-and-wholly understand. Unlike Deux, however, he wasn't one to understand just a flow of unspecified emotions. He didn't bottle his own up enough to know what that felt like. Rather, he could tell every single little shard that kept him so desperately pressed against the ferret. Tears in his eyes and rage, as always, coursing through his veins, shooting the adrenaline that kept him here, kept him from thinking straight enough to break away from this affection he'd never before known. Happiness, pure, unbridled happiness overshadowed any form of negative emotions that he was feeling, and yet he couldn't help but press his eyes shut tighter, tighten his hold on the ferret; anything to keep him here; anything for this moment to never have an end.

Trois pawed needily at Deux's chest, loving and hating him all the more for every second that this insanity went on. His long, bony fingers slid from where they'd previously chosen to linger, slithering down the top of Deux's sleeves, thumbs hooking and pulling the shirt further off before impatience took control of anything else and his tail seized the back of the shirt, yanking it off and discarding it. Trois ran clawed fingers down the coarse fur of Deux's arms, possessively, verging on painfully, before his arms encircled the ferret's waist, wishing they hadn't been so close to begin with, as there was no way they could be any closer than they'd gotten now.

A soft hiss broke from Trois's mouth at the feel of furry fingers on sensitive, covered skin, and he backed up slightly, in time to avoid stabbing through Deux's tongue as a pair of fangs unsheathed themselves. Had Trois given a single thought to his following actions, those fangs would have been quite the mood ruiner, but nothing was about to do that to them. Rather, he gave a sharp smirk before closing in once more, raking his teeth as gently as he could across the skin of Deux's neck, not giving the briefest thought as to why those damn snake-teeth were reacting so abruptly to any sort of emotion; had he even thought about it, there might be some realization that he hadn't eaten in almost three weeks.

There's only now; there's only here...

...give into love, or live in fear

[fallingUPstairs__x x]

{ Deux } --»

Strange how plans can go so easily awry, hmm? Well, not that this was a "best-laid" plan. To be perfectly accurate, at best it was a hastily-constructed, paper-thin excuse to himself for precisely why he was doing this. It was either a plan that could be true, or a reason that was painfully so, and Deux was going to avoid that landmine until there was no other choice. Although he had often protested contact with the snake, he found that his body had craved closeness such as this with another. Despite the part of him that was furious with the notion, it was so much better than his usual daydreams and reminiscing. The touch of someone solid made the ferret so unreasonably happy, especially considering it was the being who he so routinely fought with. It was this happiness that kept him gripping Trois, in an effort to keep feeling this clear joy that was so wonderfully different from the self-satisfaction he normally experienced in its place.

The touch of fingers on places usually kept under cloth sent snaps of electricity flying through the ferret's system, making him gasp happily into the snake's mouth. There was nothing as complex as love or hate driving Deux now; only a deep longing, a desire so abysmal that he didn't even know he had it. The fingers embedded in Trois' hair clenched painfully into the soft substance, so unlike the unruly and bushy hair that covered him. Tears began to suddenly come to his violet eyes; peculiar, unwanted tears as he relished in the reptile's touch. It had been a long time since he had reacted in such a manner.

A strange hiss that was not his filled Deux's mouth, and to his irritation, Trois pulled back, a strange sharp something barely touching his tongue. Thankfully, he returned just in time to keep the ferret from attacking him. There was no thought as to what a danger those fangs might become; if anything, they made the ferret more eager. The gentle graze of the sharp teeth along his neck just about drove him breathless, and he pressed himself as tight to the other as possible, small groans of pleasure occasionally escaping from his mouth. If Trois' tail hadn't be wrapped so tightly about him, he would have probably fallen to his knees at the sensation, so familiar and at the same time completely novel. A light chuckle fell through the moans; wouldn't it be ironic if suddenly the snake bit him, and he died just now, just as he was finally beginning to, finger by finger, let things go? Wouldn't that be terrible?

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

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[lux eternelle]

1... 2... 3!

Trois::;

This was never a side of Deux that Trois thought he would see; in fact, he wasn't sure that he'd ever really thought it existed. The passion, desperation, all out lust that came with the heat that was radiating off the ferret in waves. Had he not been absorbing and countering that emotion in full, he'd probably be frightened teasing mammal. But, truly, he was beyond fear by now, eating up the noises from the ferret, hands shaking if only just, making his grip on the ferret's waist all-the-tighter. Those fangs were nerve-wracking anytime that Trois didn't want to kill Deux, but this seemed to be an exception as they only pressed on, dangerously close to piercing the none-too-thick skin of the ferret's neck.

The hands that pulled at his already-flimsy silken hair made him hiss slightly, barely resisting what would be his natural urge to bite into Deux's shoulder; no, not to bite an attacker, but to bite Deux himself. Attackers were only after his life, while Deux seemed to always be after seeing Trois in some form of irritation at him, specifically. The fights that resulted were humorous to say the least, but this one had gone in a foul direction, and then quickly shifted into one that Trois could have never predicted, and led the two of them to where they were now, not a single thing registering correctly.

Unable to stand those damn noises any longer and before he took Deux up against a tree [not that either party would really mind], Trois scraped his fangs across the sensitive skin once more before forcing them to folding back against the roof of his mouth, shutting off those stupid sounds with his own mouth - rather harshly, he would admit. Lord, the ferret had a taste as appealing as licking an ashtray; and with how addicted Trois was to the taste, it wouldn't be much surprise if he spent his spare time licking ashtrays. His hands made tracks in the fur across Duex's back, the opposite of the smoothness that smothered Trois' own body. At this thought, all the impulse that he'd been holding in broke out subconsciously, tail slipping up the back of his shirt and tearing it in half at the seams. Didn't matter; he could get another one some other time.

The fabric fluttered to the ground, sleeves gathering at his wrists until he dropped them to the ground behind Deux, pressing against the mammal and relishing the increase in temperature, the tingly feeling of the course fur against his sensitive, mottled skin. He whimpered against Deux's mouth, the bizarre mix of sensations overloading what little sense his had, arms moving to wrap around Deux's shoulders, to keep himself upright in the least. This wouldn't end; he couldn't let this end...

So dark we forget who we are...

...where all the scars from the 'never's and 'maybe's DIE!!

[fallingUPstairs__x x]

{ Deux } --»

In his typical fashion, Deux was rather pleased with himself for bringing out such a reaction in the usually-stoic Trois. Well, stoic except for when the ferret would tease him mercilessly. He couldn't help it; he enjoyed making it seem as if he was better than the other, especially since the snake tended to react spectacularly. To his knowledge, it was only him that could bring out such a backlash from Trois, and that thought made him... happy. And true to the past, the snake was reacting beautifully to this (whatever it was) as well. Though to be fair, Deux was giving much more of a reply than he did when they simply bickered, or even fought. The air nearly sang as it was inhaled sharply through his pointed teeth when the fangs poked even deeper, on the very edge of breaking his skin. Although it stung something fierce, the sensation only made the ferret happier. It was a glorious hurt, a wonderful pain.

Yet, despite that, Deux was happy when the snake retracted those fantastic fangs and rejoined his mouth. He had missed the tanged, peculiar taste of his mouth, and, well, his tongue had been lonely. The fierceness of the kiss almost made him, in his weakened state, stagger back, but he clung harder to the back of Trois' skull and remained upright. Though, if he had fallen, it was unlikely that complaints would have come. The vulnerable fur along his back bristled at the harsh contact of the other's hands, but at this point, Deux welcomed the feeling instead of shrinking away from it. He tried to both arch and curve his back, to be as close to the snake as he could. His legs definitely wavered when Trois' tail withdrew, but the sound of ripping fabric had the ferret smirking into the other's lips. His hands quickly moved to embrace the previously-concealed skin, happily cupping the warmth that came from them.

Another muffled smirk came as Trois moaned deliciously into his mouth, for those were the ferret's sentiments exactly. He pressed himself as tightly as he could to the other, the small snaps of discomfort that came from his rumpled fur dancing merrily about his mind. Deux found his lips moving, muttering words that were unknown even to him along Trois' lips. It could have been anything. It could have very easily been something he hadn't said aloud for the longest time. He couldn't help it, even though a large part of him recoiled at the thought. It was just too perfect, too gorgeously like it for him to not. He wasn't made of stone.

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i've longed to discover something as true as this iS !xxx

[lux eternelle]

1... 2... 3!

Trois::;

This was the strangest of moments. Highs, and unexplored territories, feelings that one never felt, and another 'would never feel again', smooth scales versus coarse fur, cold blood versus warm. Nothing he'd ever known had felt so strangely, so different. And of course, nothing had ever felt as good as this did, nothing had felt more right than what he was feeling right now... His body quivered, though he tried desperately to still himself, feeling as though he could easily have dropped on the spot. However, something broke though that solid wall of blended emotion, denial and fear of what these emotions were said quietly, impossible to tell if those were truly the words that slipped through Deux's lips.

Trois forced his mouth away from Deux's momentarily, mind reeling and having trouble keeping up with itself from the simple sheer impossibility of those words. He replayed it. In his mind. Again, and again, and again, within no more than a breath, forward, backward, forward again, until there was no possible way that it could have been those words that had come through Deux's tainted lips. Within only that split second of breath, of thought, Trois was once more fused against the other body, this time with so much more desperation, a need to make sure that this was real before he went and blew it all, fear threatening behind his eyelids.

Long-fingered hands had found their way from being wrapped around the ferret to holding tightly to his shoulders, an unconscious reaction to what he was sure would be rejection. The muscles in his tail, however, still remained a separate entity entirely, as the cuff and bracelets were flicked off noisily, the part in his tail making the ligament fall partially in half, down almost two feet. Regardless, the gold tail was soon wrapped around the both of them once more, teasing at the hem of Deux's pants, brushing across the hidden areas teasingly, though it was currently the last thing on Trois' mind.

Finally, he pulled himself back, no more than a half inch, his breath shuddering as he tried to fill his lungs, while at the same time trying hard to keep the fretful tears out of his eyes. "Sayetagain," he whispered, almost hissed, against bruised and abused lips, laying a quick kiss there, trying to figure out this mess that they'd gotten themselves into, and yet not caring if they did or not. "Pleyse, Deux... say et again," he whimpered, his own words sounding foreign. But he didn't want a response to that. He didn't want to ruin all of this, watch it crash and burn, simply because he wanted Deux to repeat something he probably didn't even mean to say; as a result, he pushed his words from his mind, not recalling, for the moment, that Deux had never been the type to do that, that it was exactly what had caused this argument in the first place.

I should tell you...

...I should tell you

[fallingUPstairs__x x]

{ Deux } --»

When Trois pulled away, Deux half-wondered if he had done something wrong.. again. If he should have picked up on something, if there was something he should have done that he didn't. He dimly racked his mind, trying to recall what had been done, what had been said, if anything. Of course, with his mind in the exceptional state of elation that it had possessed for almost as long as he could remember, the effort came up with nothing. The ferret could barely recall anything that had happened, nor how long it had been happening. All he could think was of the right-now and of a time many years ago. The two parts of his life that had, for once, overlapped.

But then Trois reconnected with him, and in his infinite wisdom, Deux thought that everything was fine. He could feel the new-found desperation in the other's kiss, but cast it off as mere nerves, mere desire. That thought almost had him smirking again, had Trois' tail not toyed with the edge of his pants so teasingly, making the ferret almost jump. He felt the long fingers shift to his shoulders, heard the clangs of the bracelets now discarded, and still didn't realize the change in the snake. For a wise-cracking, smart-aleck ferret, when he had his dense moments, Deux really had them.

A moan grew in the back of his throat when Trois pulled back a second time, but then the snake whispered something, so quiet and quick and light the ferret almost didn't catch it. He paused, violet eyes opening slowly, and started as his lips were brushed again so gently, which was such a glowing contrast to the passionate, painful kisses they had been enjoying thus far. Blinking slowly behind his glasses, he looked at the sudden tears lingering in the snake's gold-green eyes, trying to worm his way through the pulsing of his brain and figure exactly what he had said. And why it had driven Trois to such a state. The only thing he could remember was that half-muttering, those ghosts of words pressed between lips, so quiet they were almost a loud thought. Was that what the snake meant? Say again what he had said then? .....What had he said? Lips moved without sound, tracing the pattern, before realization hit and the ferret stared openly.

Had he really... Did he really... Was he really... He glanced down for a moment, trying to piece his scattering thoughts back together. Did he really say those words, those words, to Trois? Could he even say them? If he did, wouldn't it make him a traitor, an unfaithful, forgetful rat? But then he looked up, and (finally) saw the clear-cut desperation that hung heavy on the other's face, the worry and fear that shone in his unshed tears. The sight made his heart wrench most painfully, a pain that he had not felt for what felt like eons.

It was that ache that tipped the scales for him. Sighing, almost laughing, Deux raised his head to look Trois straight in the eye. One hand reached out and gently thumbed the tears away fro the jaded gold eyes, while the other softly gripped his shoulder. He slowly leaned in, stopping just before contact was made, and finally breathed out the words that had been stewing within him for so long.

"I love you."

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[lux eternelle]

1... 2... 3!

Trois::;

Numbness. A full-and-complete loss of senses, time, scenery, everything. Golden eyes went completely blank as soon as those words passed Deux's lips, a slow, real smile coming to his face, despite that strangely far-off expression. The emotions that had been clashing earlier came back full force, making Trois want to tear himself in a million different directions, into thousands of little pieces and completely explode with happiness that he could barely contain now. He didn't know how long he stood there, seconds, hours, minutes, years; finally, he came back down to earth, eyes refocusing on the person standing mere inches away, if even that.

The gentle ringing of the bracelets on Trois' was the only warning that Deux was given before Impatience lead the way for Impulse and self-control was a thing of the past. Of course, such a thing as self-control wasn't the only thing that was discarded as Impulse ran rampant through Trois' veins; it was accompanied by nerve endings, clothing, and any form of sanity the snake had left. And for hours after that, it was impossible to control much at all; everything ran on impulse, his body on adrenaline, mind on desire.

And that was where the next morning found the golden snake, eyes half-lidded, staring across the way, where trees built up upon one-another until they turned into a full, lightless forest. And then, as usual, there was the fact that the trees were growing forward and backward, dying and being reborn constantly with the time-shifts that their world still experienced. There was a high likelihood that Trois would need to so see if his house was still up, or if it had disassembled itself once more. And, somehow, this was his only train of thought, his mind frantically ridding his brain of the memories of last night. He was coiled about twice, arms crossed and head rested on them as he lay on the coiled muscles, ignoring the snarling and twisting of the fact that he desperately needed food; that probably being one of two reasons why he really didn't have the energy to stand back up at the moment.

Trois stared off into the trees sleepily, conscious thought escaping him before those words came into his head for the umpteenth time already. 'I love you.' His whole body stiffened, and he glanced around in a rather paranoid fashion, as though someone was standing right behind him and was somehow able to read his thoughts. He grumbled softly, curling up tighter in the coils of his golden tail, partially hiding his face which was probably glowing a pale red by the point. There was no way in hell or any place above that Deux could have actually said that, let alone meant it; especially not if it was directed at him. And yet, somehow, he couldn't stop hearing that soft whisper, those stupid words that he'd much rather forget, right here, right now, before Deux asked him why he was sulking on the forest floor, about half his normal size, if not less. That damned ferret...

Someone to live for...

...unafraid to say 'I love you'

[fallingUPstairs__x x]

{ Deux } --»

Deux had always been energetic, not to mention an early riser, so it was no suprise to him when he woke up the following morning that Trois was still asleep. Egotistical as always, this fact brought a gentle smirk to the ferret's furred features, and he sat up slowly, stretching his thim limbs far over his head in a pose typical of those who have slept well. Violet eyes gazed around confusedly at the surroundings, wondering why everything was so blurrly, before he realized that it was because he wasn't wearing his glasses. After looking about for a moment, he found them cast nonchalantly by the very stone he had been sitting on less that a day ago, even the time between then and now felt like months, maybe even years. But then, time was a rather loose term here. The ferret picked up his spectacles curiously, for he didn't remember taking them off. Though, there was a lot that he couldn't clearly recall. Smiling to himself at that thought, he quietly gathered up his discarded clothes, dressed himself, and walked towards the ever-changing forest, pausing only to look at the sleeping golden form of the snake. He leaned down, possibly to kiss him, but stopped at the last second, and muttered, "Ah'll beh raight bahck, Trois."

Once he had found a suitable spot, clear enough to avoid any falling trees but still sheltered, Deux sat cross-legged on the grassy forest floor, sighed in a rather tragical way, and drew out one of many cigarettes and his very last match. The sight depressed him, for it would probably take a while before he would find any more. Still, there was no use conserving it now, so he drew it swiftly across the ground in front of him and brought it to the cancer stick, greediliy sucking in the smoke as he shook out the match and cast it aside. Looking blankly up at the colorless sky that peeked through the leaves, he smoked and thought. Thought about the distant past, the recent past, the future, and for once, the ferret considered the present. In fact, he lingered on the present for quite a long time. When he realized he was doing so, he choked and coughed on his smoke for what was more or less the very first time. He never cared for what was happening now; that was essentially his trademark. Had the events that had just transpired so recently really changed him that much? He glanced almost guiltily at his ring, cigarette hovering a few centiments from his lips before inhaling the smoke in a way that was almost reluctant. Thinking about all of this was making his head hurt, and not just because of his depravation of nicotine. Part of him was furious for what had happened, and part of him was... something else? Not quite satisfied, not quite content, not quite happy; either some combonation of them or something compltely different.

God, did he really love that snake? Really? Too confused for just mere thought, he leaned back melodramatically and sprawled himself out on the grass, still occasionally putting the cigarette to his hip. "Ah mehn, leh's thenk ahbowh' thes rahshunahly fer a sec', boy. Et's Trois, fer Christ's sek. TROIS. He's eh stoopid, bi-polah, clingeh, tehmperrmentahl, whineh, pahssionahte, hoht-'eaded, pitehfel, beautefe- AHH!" Duex jumped at his own words, springing up and clutching his head as if it had been split. A cool bit of ash dripped from the smoke and settled into his fur. He sat there breathing heavily for a moment, trying and failing to get himself together. He couldn't stay here forever, trying to figure out the crazy longings of his heart and why it was suddenly being pulled two ways. Like it or not, he had commited himself to the snake, at least in a way, and he was enough of a human being to realize that to simply leave without a trace because of a little thing called misgivings. Besides, there was a piece of him that had grudgingly accepted that those feeling might not just be foolhardy bluster, though the rest was having a hard time coming over.
And besides, if he left Trois, who would he talk to? The children? As if. Letting out a sound that was equal parts laugh and sob, he slowly rose to his feet, stubbing out his cigarette on a passing tree as he walked back to the snake.

When Duex returned, the snake in question was curled tighter than usual, sulking on the forest floor like he had just been snubbed of something. The notion made the ferret snort and, despite the chaotic thoughts he had been having not moments before, kind of... endeared Trois to him. That was just like that snake. Smiling to himself, he strolled happily up to the other and plopped down next to him as if nothing had changed. Twirling an unlit cigarette between two of his fingers offhandedly, he grinned cheekily at the pouting red face of the snake, all of his worries somehow gone for the moment. "Whassa mattah, Snekie-Boi? Miss meh? Geez, Ah wahsn't gone tha' long. Bah-the-bah, know where Ah cahn fihnd mowre mahtches?"

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[lux eternelle]

1... 2... 3!

Trois::;

But that wasn't the only thing on his mind, the feelings of the ferret. His own were buzzing around, rather neglected, in the back of his mind, before he let them flood into his consciousness, for the sake of at least something think about. What did he feel toward Deux? What were his real feelings toward that damned ferret who'd-- No. He was not going to think about that; not now, and not ever. He huffed indignantly, irritated that his mind was somehow managing to, for once, keep him from forgetting the past, something that he'd done almost his whole life. But what was Deux to him? Friend, rival... something else entirely? He couldn't even think, jaded eyes staring blearily at the ground in front of him, wondering what blades of grass would look like with crisper vision.

With hos sluggishly his mind was processing things, it was no surprise that he didn't register Deux's location, even after he'd spoken. It was a surprise that he didn't jump about two feet in the air at the proximity and then proceed to scream at the ferret, as would usually happen. Rather, he simply lifted his eyelids for the sake of actually being able to look up, and shifted slitted pupils to glance at the chain smoker, eyes sharpening slightly at the cigarette in his hand. The tips of his tail flicked slightly, having not been pressed back together by the golden cuff, still located somewhere where he'd probably never find it again, anyway. "Whateff-" Trois coughed slightly at the sound of his voice, the pain in his throat, wincing at how raw it seemed, obvious in how scratchy and pleasantly quiet it was; quite a contrast to his normally obnoxious tone. He cleared his throat, only to find that it didn't seem to help matters, and only irritated him further as he tried to sound even in the slightest bit bothered by Deux when he could barely talk. He glared at the ground.

"Whateffer's zhe matter, I can ashure jou zhat eet has nossing do wiss 'missing jou'," Trois replied moodily, continuing to watch the forest floor as though his answers would be spelled out in blades of grass visible to his eyes only; then again, he would be questioning his sanity even further if such an event occurred. He frowned slightly, mind contradicting itself again and again. He wouldn't normally greet Deux that meanly, would he? But... if he was nicer, then it would be even more awkward. If he apologized, then it would be completely against his nature when he was in such a mood, and then he would probably just end up confusing Deux, if such a thing was possible. How would he know?! All that he could rationalize right now was the fact that he couldn't really rationalize anything.

"Sorreh, Deux," he muttered, still cursing how little of his voice he had left, lifting his body out of it's curled position, popping various vertebrae throughout his tail and spine, wincing slightly. Shaking his head, he let himself droop back down into what was sort of a 'sitting' position, glancing at the ferret tiredly, before looking back at the trees that had held his interest for so long. "I just haven't eaten all zhat much recently," he said, before finally addressing that last question, narrowing his eyes at the trees to avoid narrowing them at Deux. "And, no, I don't know where jou can find more matchess."

Always run away, hit the road...

...don't commit, you're full of s**t!!

[fallingUPstairs__x x]

{ Deux } --»

Deux couldn't deny that being so close to the golden snake, no matter how sulky he was being, made his heart beat out a salsa beat. His simple prescene was enough to make his breathes come just a beat faster and the slightest of slight trembles run through his nerves. And although that doesn't seem that signigicant, with the ferret, who had almost refused himself this feeling since the Eilian race came to this constantly-changing world, it was a big deal. And what's more, he wasn't all-out denying the feeling this time around. Well, he wasn't embracing it with open arms, either, but at least he acknowlegded it. That was surely a step in the right direction, even if the ferret wasn't completely sure where the "right direction" was leading.

He smiled to himself at the rasp in Trois' voice, inflating his ego even more. In a rare moment of tact, however, he didn't comment on it, observing that the snake was probably feeling low aout it already. He dismissed Trois' biting comment with a wave of his hand. It had been a long time since he had taken any of those seriously, and he wasn't about to start now. He was too damned giddy. It was annoying, to tell you the truth, in the way that unfamiliar territory usually is.

"'S fahne, mah Trois," he said lightly, patting the snake's silken hair gently. Of course, when Deux realized waht he was doing, he yanked his hand back like it had been stabbed. Though, he smiled shakily at the snake, trying to disguise his actions. It was a conflicting emotional status, especially when he tried to feel both at the same time. The second statement drew the ferret's attention, and under closer inspection, he saw that indeed, Trois had gotten thin. Far thinner than Deux could remember him ever being before.

This notion hit the ferret harder than it probably would have a week ago; possibly because he hadn't noticed before, and more than likely wouldn't have if the snake hadn't specifically said it. Pointed teeth gripped his lower lip for a moment, guilty and feeling guilty for feeling so. After this brief puase, he hit the ground descicively and stood up, holding a hand out to Trois so he could join him. "C'mon, then. Leh's fahnd yah somme food."

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[lux eternelle]

1... 2... 3!

Trois::;

Trois closed one of his eyes, mouth opening in what was almost an attempt to bite into the weasel boy's arm, until it retracted itself. Cautiously, though all-in-all a wee bit confused, Trois went back to his previous situation, staring at the ground as though it had killed his family. "I'm not 'jour' anysink, Deux," he grumbled, more irritated with his buzzing mind than he really was with the ferret; though he was plenty bothered with Deux, as well.

The strange expression proved something that the snake was very relieved to notice; Deux was just as affected be the night before as he was, though perhaps just a slight bit less. He couldn't help the slight smile that came to his face as this knowledge combined with gold-green eyes catching sight of the scrapes, the almost bite marks on Deux's neck, hard to spot unless you were accustomed to such injuries.

When the hand was offered, Trois blinked at it before uncoiling himself, wondering what foolishness made Deux believe that he needed help up. He thought the question over a moment, before taking the ferret's hand anyway, pulling himself to a more appropriate height. "Jou know, Deux, I'm really not all zhat hungry..." he said, slowly, being sure that, as he helped himself up and slithered around the ferret, his fingertips barely grazed the wounds, gauging his reaction. "And jou should know: Jou taste like an ashtray."

I just haven't eaten much today...

...at least the room's stopped spinning, anyway