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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:35 am
Just logging AIM rp into the guild between: 
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:40 am
Aodhan breathed a sigh of relief as he was dismissed for the day. Being a full fledged knight, it was his duty to not only do what his job detailed, but to train those who were aspiring to become knights as well. The task could be daunting on occasion, especially when the blonde was presented with sniveling nobles who felt they should be just handed the title. The wind blew through the area, caressing and toying with his armor and skin, but it didn't seem to soothe at all. It was more like a taunt than a compliment. His armor was thick, and heavy swords couldn't penetrate it, much less the wind.
He walked, his arms sore and heavy from the day of showing students over and over the various moves he had learned over the years. The weight of his hammer was even more daunting upon his shoulder than usual. He rolled his shoulders, feeling muscles contract, relax, or burn as lactic acid still trickled through them. Exhaustion. He was utterly exhausted, and yet he was far from done for the day. He had many things to do in town, such as pick up a few groceries and maybe buy a few roses that he'd intend on sending to that impudent witch eater that was slowly becoming more of a friend than an enemy. He knew the b*****d hated roses… A smug smile danced across his lips as he thought of the azure witch eater, stumbling upon their meeting place only to find a bouquet of roses. He could see the blush and anger already…
He returned from his thoughts, back to present, slipping into the crowds that seemed to part for him. Then again, most would probably run for the hills if they saw a hammer that large coming at him. He wasn't the greatest of the Cerberus Knights, nor was he the tallest. In fact, he was pretty sure he was one of the smallest, but still, his status was respected by the various people who resided within the town, and if they didn't like him…they could have a nice chat with his hammer.
The knight wasn't the only one who'd just ended his day of toil and working out. Out along the outskirts of the grand metroplis was a recently graduated witch, training endlessly in the mountains that towered in the usually lonely territory. The sound of rock shifting, and boulders groaning could be heard, as well as earth tearing and ripping like bone pulled out of a body. But there was a consistancy to it, a sort of rhythm, and it sang throughout the forest strongly.
The cause of it all? Branek. Poised in the center of the vegetation infested land was the witch, arms braced out in front of him, eyes firm and determined on what was infront. His arms would lift, and flex as he manipulated the earth to do his bidding, causing it to shoot up from the ground, and curve painfully into intimidating forms. The rock would crumble afterwards to fall, and assume a new position, flattening out into the ground, to burrow under, and cause a crater like impact. The ground would crack, and part itself, making the place tremble and shake, only for deep rooted crust to fill up the vaccant area. Since he'd gotten out of that stuffy, gosh for saken school, Branek had been putting his magic to the test nearly every day. Strengthening himself, and gaining more knowledge of his ability's. The man held a serious if not solemn expression on his face, concentrating with a clearly skilled focus. He didn't let up on his practice until he was coated in a sheen of sweat, wiping his face with the bandana around his neck. Giving a once over the area, he casually turned to head for town. A shower would be in order... and something to eat.
Entering the city, his hands were pocketed, his stroll leisurely. He glanced to a few he'd pass by, but didn't acknowledge any. However.. his eyes did stray to a knight dawned in cream... staring at him curiously...
-Missing Logged Response from Aodnah-
Branek didn't show much care in his blatent stare towards the knight. If anything he seemed to hold a semi-bored expression. His eyelids drooped ever so slightly due to the fatigue that came naturally from the intensive workout moments prior. A gloved hand did lift from the safety of his pocket to draw that handkerchief around his neck up once more to swipe along his still damp face. Rubbing along his jaw, and neck, his eyes detoured the other man thoroughly. What an awesome get-up... And that hammer looked extrodinary. But of course.. the witch would never ever say such a thing aloud. At least not yet.
As he gazed, ignoring those who passed by, a few giggling females who seemed to find his physique quite appealing, the earth manipulator found himself mildly surprised that Aodhan began to approach. Well now... this was interesting. A smirk was withheld from his lips, weight shifting to one leg, while the other bent slightly at the knee. The knight's height hadn't even really come to his attention. He was attractive though, there was no doubting that. Eyecandy was always appreciated, thought secretly kept to catacombs of the lone man's mind. Once his face was cleaned up a bit more, his arm lowered to rest laxly at his side, eyes flickering to meet that icy gaze with a clear lack of intimidation. It was hard to intimidate Branek, after all.
In fact... the words that came from the knight made him smirk, and the beginnings of a snort sound. Canting his head, he gave a lazy veiling of his eyes, so that the lower level's were exposed, "The thought never crossed my mind." he replied all too simply. Checking out his company again, he noticed those flowers, "For your girlfriend?" he asked boldly. Couldn't think of any other reason why a guy would be walking around with such a pretty bushel of romantic flowers.
Aodhan felt insecure already. He'd approached the boy, never really looking at height, but once he was there, he was just a bit shorter. However, his status should have kept this feeling at bay. He was a hardened Cerberus Knight. He'd worked for this position, and was even acclaimed within the ranks of it! He was, and would continue to be, a hero, to the point he was beginning to think his higher ups liked sending him on suicide missions, just because it amused them to see him always come back… He'd never forgive his commanding officers for what had happened a few months back… He'd lost many friends to witch eaters. They didn't deserve to die. His commanders could have sent backup, but they never did…
He looked down to the flowers, smiling a bit out of sarcasm more than actual care. "Oh, something like that." He'd never explain it to a young witch that he was…somewhat friends with a witch eater. That went against his code completely. He did wonder if he should just kill Kian and be done with it. Maybe that would save him some pain later on when he finally decided to stop denying that they weren't friends. He chewed on his lip for a moment, looking at the flowers a bit more, a bit distracted with his thoughts. He cleared his throat, furrowing his brow and shifting, trying to make himself look "bigger." "You gotta girlfriend?" he asked, dropping the hand with the flowers, as if trying to hide them from view. He felt shameful suddenly. The one before him, and the many around them, were the very people he needed to protect from the likes of Kian. The knight wanted to drop the flowers, as their weight grew, doubling their mass as shame poured from his soul into the ruby red, velvet petals. He ground his teeth for a moment, trying to just focus on the witch before him. Again, not a good time for moral discussions within his own mind.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:42 am
That same sound, mixed between the start of a snort and chuckle gave way again, smirk growing. What a shame. Blinking lethargically, he gave a small nod in acknowledgement. What a good boyfriend, he thought in amusement. But his gaze returned to the hammer, inspecting it's shape, and pondering it's material used for construction. Based off it's mere appearance, the thing had to be heavy... looking back at the shorter man that held the weapon, Branek assumed the guy was pretty well built under all that chunky outer-wear. Now that he thought about it... was probably hard to move around in all that.. couldn't be entirely comfortable. But the guy was probably on duty. Cerberus Knights hardly had any time to rest, so he'd heard. But... didn't seem too bad a thing. Better than being bored, eh?
A brow quirked upwards at the question posed towards him, eyes even unveiling a little more to show his surprise. But that smug expression stuck back on, subtle, but pretty apparent, "What, are ya interested?" he teased lightly, shifting his weight to his other leg, boot scuffing the ground in an idle gesture. What was with that dejected look the pale guy now sported? Looked like he'd taken a hammer to the gut...
Aodhan couldn't exactly figure out the reason for the witch's expression behind his answer. Was what he said made it sound like…he was hiding something? Or gay? Aodhan really hadn't had much time for romance in his life, but he'd always assumed he'd just find a girl one day. Then again, he'd looked to men in the Knights, his blue eyes pausing just a bit too long for comfort. A small blush graced his cheeks, as he tried to pull it off with a wipe to the brow, nudging his helmet a bit, feeling it shift and then come back to hit his head a bit. He was a bit over-heated. He couldn't wait to get out of his suit. Then again, when that happened, he'd just be like any ordinary witch, or regular person. And then his height would matter more to them…
He smirked at the boy, not even allowing his self-conscience thoughts enter his icy eyes as the witch jested, or at least he assumed it was a jest. He looked away, nodding with a smile on his face. "Witty one aren't you? You old enough to drink yet?" So, this completely sounded like he was hitting on the witch, and quite frankly, he didn't really care. The lad seemed interesting, and Aodhan was certainly tired of sweating like a horse. "And honestly, if you're not, I got you anyway." He flashed a large, pearly white smile, his eyes practically glowing as the sun caressed his skin, and reflected off his teeth. He'd seen many a knight who'd lost teeth in battle, and if Aodhan lost his looks, he'd probably cry, but he'd never admit that to anyone… Not even his mother…
Aha, that blush. Now that was something that made the witch's grin substantionally. Reminded him of one of his peers that he'd met once... and how cute he'd been all flustered. Feeling kind of proud of himself, the witch allowed a soft chuckle to sound for a brief moment. Watching Aodhan made Branek realize just how entertaining this guy might prove to be.
A few more looks were spared their way from those passing by, making Branek shoot a few glances towards them... in a small gesture that they were not invited to join in. "I'm sure she'll like `um." he replied, again in that casual tone, almost absentmindedly. His attention piqued as the knight spoke once more, eyes covered halfway again to resume the pleased expression. A drink huh? His foot lightly grazed along the ground, "I've always been old enough to." he responded... which of course meant he'd been drinking underage for sometime now. Living the life of rebel's gave him that luxury to. And there was that pretty face again... It made the witch stare at Aodhan for a good long while, taking it in. Well.. he certainly hadn't expected this. But he wasn't complaining at all. Letting his weight balance between both feet, he let his dangling hand slip back into a pocket, "Let's get goin` then." a drink sounded pretty good right about now. Maybe he could learn a little more about his new company too. Wasn't often he found interest in others.
But first things first... "What's your name anyway?" he asked, taking another look around for a pub that might be open or nearby.
"Yeah…I guess she would like them," he spoke softly, looking at the roses, as if he wasn't really seeing them. Kian was a constant thorn in his side, much like the thorns tangling in on themselves on the very green stems he would be bringing to the witch at their next meeting. But he couldn't exactly explain to the witch that these flowers were not for romance, but spite… He wasn't much of a good liar either. The blonde was sure he sounded like a raging homosexual. Yet, he wasn't entirely offset by it. Great… He'd have to go home and do a bunch of philosophical thinking on both morality, and sexuality. He was like that. Always the over-thinker.
Aodhan cracked a half-smile, like a crescent moon on a starry night. The response was darling… "Good, I need to get out of this blasted outfit. I know a place up here. Some of the booths are pretty private. Most of the knights hang out there, being that we can take off our armor and not get stared at, or jumped… I had a friend once," He paused, realizing that the very story he was about to talk about was of a fallen companion. He swallowed hard, his eyes dimming in luminosity. "…We had gone into a pub, and he started taking off his armor, and this chick thought it was invitation to get all up on him. He was as red as a tomato." His words were soft, despite the story's original meaning. It was meant for humor, yet it came out like a man speaking at a funeral.
He had been walking a few paces before he heard the question. "Oh, I'm Aodhan. My friends call me Shortie though." He realized his slip in detailing his nickname. He didn't mind it when the knights called him that, but he was sure to get a few self esteem notches if this kid ever decided to pick it up. Then again, they weren't friends… However they were soon going to be fast ones; being that alcohol was involved.
"What's yers?" he asked gruffly, rolling his shoulders as he opened the door for the witch, his eyes mocking as he gestured for the youth to go in before him. "Go order your drink. It's on me. I'm taking this blasted armor off. I'll be upstairs."
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 12:38 pm
Well that wasn't a very enthusiastic response... and here Branek thought, a guy with those kind of eloquent type of flowers would be head over heels in love with who ever it was they were getting them for! That's what you got flowers for after all, right? How strange... It was certainly odd alright. And it made the witch watch Aodhan in a more observing tone. The guy sure seemed sullen now..
But that all washed away with the prospects of enjoying a drink together, as well as one another's company. Branek's eyes even did a small glance along the knight at the mention of removing his armor. That'd probably be nice to see. The witch wasn't going to lie, and he certainly wasn't any gentleman... "sounds good." he followed after the cream clad man at a laxed pace, listening to him ramble quietly. His dark brown eyes darted over as a friend was involed... noting the hint of downcast in the others voice. He didn't say anything for awhile, finding it probably wouldn't be right to... but after a prolonged silence, he looked ahead of them, and murmured in an unphased tone, "Can't blame her, can ya?" Branek was a pretty brazen guy too, when he got comfortable enough with someone. Even now he was being pretty forward.
Shortie.... the knights real name was almost quickly discarded once the nickname was provided, a quiet rumble of a chuckle sounding in his throat. "Shortie, huh.." he mumbled, eyeing his companion once more. It was fitting.. and quite cute. And that is what he would call him.
"Branek." he replied simply, sort of hesitating as the door was opened for him. Well that was something new.. stepping through, he took a look around, not at all minding it's pretty classy set up, and the secluded area's for those who wanted more privacy. It was pretty dim lit, but it made the mood of the place all the more casual and lax. Watching Aodhan go off, the witch took his time in going over to the bartender. A drink was ordered, just some beer from the tap, as well as a shot of something strong, just to kick things up a notch. Once the drinks were supplied, the shot was tossed back, a sigh of content following afterwards. That was good... The beer was held in hand, dark eyes intently staring at the contents while he waited for his new pal to return.
Aodhan was almost started at the statement. Couldn't blame who? His eyes rounded, giving him an innocent aura as he realized what Branek was stating. He decided to just let it go, and fall silent. He hopped up the stairs, his heavy armor clanging and bouncing with him. He was probably being exceptionally loud, but no one seemed to care. The soft music from the speakers in the corners played, and he was sure his sounds were louder, but, then again, they were in a pub.
He stripped himself of his torso piece, realizing he'd forgotten to wear anything but a small black wifebeater that clung to every ripple and curve of his muscles. He shrugged, figuring it really didn't matter. Wasn't like there were a lot of girls in here this evening. They seemed to stare… a lot. He rolled his shoulders, reaching up high to the ceiling, enjoying the long stretch before scooting his armor and hammer into a corner table and going downstairs to grab his drink. He smiled, that crooked smile at the other, nodding as he rejoined him. "I didn't take you for a beer drinker. I'm actually not so much, but it's cool, man." He waved at the bartender, who turned to him, nodding in respect. "Whisky, please and a glass of coke." He turned to Branek. "I won't lie, I need a chaser…"
After getting his drinks, he jerked his head in the direction of the stairs. "It's nicer upstairs, and that's where my hammer is. Lord knows I'd destroy the world if that ever got away from me…" His words held absolute truth and a bit of unseen power to them as his eyes went serious just for that sngle moment. He blinked, and a smile returned to his face as he trotted up to the booth in the corner. he slid in, taking his first shot and hissing as it stung down his throat, chasing it with the soda. "So, tell me something interesting about yourself?"
He drank his beer in healthy gulps, a rather content look etching along his face. It was good. Went down smooth, and cooled his heated body. Resting the glass on the counter after a few swallows, his head turned to meet the knight now dressed down. In a natural reaction, he eyed the guy up and down. Not too bad... And as predicted, he was pretty ripped along his upper body. Had to give him props for that. Watching him, Branek lifted his glass for another drink, but mostly just sipped it now as a cover up for him to stare at Aodhan a little longer. Once he was prompted though, the glass was lowered, and that cocky smirk returned, "Didn't wanna put too much on your tab.." he mused, gesturing to the bartender for a refill. "Had a shot before you got here, though." and was tempted for another. Maybe later though.
Leaning against the counter, he nursed his beer a little longer, before really draining it. It was so refreshing... Exhaling again, he set it before the bartender to top it off, "Long day?" he asked Aodhan, glancing over to see what he'd ordered. Huh. Not something he himself had ever tried. Waiting for his drink to get filled once more, he followed the shorter man up the stairs... checking out the backside on display.
Looking around the subtle differences of the upper level, he had to admit that it was really nice. Better than most bars he went to that were packed, and crowded with the smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol. Waiting for Aodhan to take a seat, Branek decided to sit right beside him, casually sliding on in. Feeling pretty smug, he watched his company down his own drink, smirking in reaction. How amusing..
He was starting to drink his beer more when the knight questioned him... making him falter for the splittest of seconds, before tipping the glass further back. The witch took his sweet time in setting it back down, staring at the contents that had been sucked down, "Not too much interesting to tell." he replied, thumb brushing along the cold glass, smoothing some droplets out the way. It was true. Branek wasn't anything special. Just a regular joe.
Aodhan was surprised to say the least, as Branek sat beside him, instead of across. Personal space was usually kind of a given between two men. It made Aodhan furrow his brow, as he looked to the roses on the table.The joke didn't seem too funny anymore. He certainly didn't want to give Kian the wrong idea. Not that Kian would ever consider that option. Aodhan wasn't into the idea of sleeping with the enemy either… He was too loyal to his knights. Maybe he'd just throw the flowers away later…
He flicked his bangs from his eyes, scooting into the booth more and turning to face Branek. Sometimes, being so small had it's advantages! He sat indian style, leaning his head against the wall, his hands in his lap with his whisky. "You drink damn fast…" he noted.
Surely there was something of interest within the other. No one was just "same old, same old." Everyone was unique. "You never answered me if you had a girlfriend," he teased, flashing that bright smile of his. He took a shot of his drink, feeling the fire spread in his esophagus as it slipped down. Aodhan didn't believe in "drinking pride." If it burnt, wash it down with something much smoother. He sipped his coke, not wanting to get entirely plastered with this youth by his side. Truth be told, he'd seen the looks, and could feel those eyes on his backside…
He wasn't exactly against it though, which was the scary part. Then again, taking him to a pub, buying him drinks and opening the door… It was all…so one night stand, and that was far from what Aodhan wanted to do! Not that "that" wasn't on his mind frequently. Seeing a few images flash into his mind, he quickly took a few more chugs of whisky, feeling his cheeks heat up. At least he could pretend it was from the alcohol.
He looked Branek over, his dark eyelashes cascading over slightly hazed, blue eyes as he appraised the one before him. Sure, he was handsome. He really didn't want to think about this right now. He turned to the flowers again, staring at them as he sipped on his coke, feeling the alcohol reach his veins and dull his senses.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 12:41 pm
The earth witch lightly shifted his mug along the table top, letting the contents slush lightly along the sides, collecting suds and drops that had managed to get away. A smirk graced his face, "Do I?" he asked in amusement. It never came across him in thought. Leaning back against the cushion of the booth, his legs kicked up to rest on the other side, practically in a reclined state as he relaxed fully. Felt nice to just.. hang out. He hadn't really done it before, with someone else that is. Aodhan seemed like good company to keep.
Those chestnut deep brown glowers kept rested on his glass as if it were the only thing he could look at. His fingers played along the handle, slowly tracing it, down and then up. Again, that rare chuckle bubbled in his chest, "Someone's persistant.." he replied wryly, slowly letting his gaze slide over to Aodhan, "You really wanna know, huh?" he teased, an arm lifting to comfortably rest on the back of the cushion he rested against. My was this getting interesting. "What about your girlfriend? shouldn't ya be with her?" he asked calmly, watching the knight intently for reactions of any kind.
His beer was lifted again, and drawn to his lips, where he took his sweet time in drinking it once more, letting the amber liquid fall into his mouth at a lackadasical rate. Sure he felt those eyes. But he didn't mind them one bit.
Aodhan's eyes fixed on those fingers as they teased the mug. He found himself completely entranced, lips parted, yet he still breathed through his nose. It wasn't until he heard the other laugh lightly, that his eyes snapped back to rest on the man's face. He wondered how old he was. There was so much hidden in those features, and quite frankly, the blonde of course had a dying urge to find it all out.
He blinked in surprise, his azure eyes rounding innocently as he thought for something to say. "Uh…" he said sighing and cracking an awkward smile. "I don't have a girlfriend… The flowers…were meant for a boy…" He paused, realizing that wasn't exactly sounding right either. "I mean!" He said, scooting up a bit in the booth, leaning a bit toward Branek. "He's just my …well…we're not really friends. I kind of hate him… I mean, I do hate him, but, no…I…" He felt frustrated; about as frustrated as the witch eater made him feel.
Quite frankly, whenever he was with Kian, he just wanted to use his magic, and smack him halfway across the world, that way he wouldn't have to deal with him anymore, and yet, he guessed they must be friends, but Kian didn't seem the type to have them. He seemed the type to want to eat any strong hearts… And he had made damn sure Aodhan knew his heart was "strong." A small blush came to his cheeks as he thought back on that moment. He almost let the guy feed from him! How? He'd never really know. He…wanted it? But he didn't want it originally. There was something in the way Kian said it… Like there was magic behind the words. Aodhan couldn't quite understand what really happened, but at least he stopped it!
"He hates roses… I was going to give them to him to piss him off." Finally, a normal statement! Now that he wasn't so shocked at the call out. He sat back, feeling a weight rise from his shoulders. "I don't know if I'll give them to him anymore. I don't' exactly want him to have the satisfaction of thinking I care…" The words ran from his tongue like venom spat. He felt his face flush, not of embarrassment, but of anger. "I should just throw them away."
He took a serious swig of his whisky, not bothering to chase it down with the coke. "Your turn. Tell me something. Life's goal, or, maybe a secret?" A small smile played at his soft lips, as he bit down on the straw to his coke, swaying a bit. That gulp of whisky was doing him in…
A dark brow twirked again at the knights confession. A guy, eh? Without restraint, a wide grin peeled along Branek's lips as Aodhan began to fumble with his words. Laughing, he shook his head, and let it tip back to rest on the cushion supporting him, "You like him, by the sound of it." he replied, returning his eyes onto his company, enjoying the closer proximity. It was pretty plain to see, at least in the witch's eyes, that Aodhan was quite smitten with this other gent. Regardless of the... distaste he expressed, getting flowers for someone... whether out of malice or not, definitely meant something more than that.
His mug was clutched again, gloves giving a whine as his fingers flexed to pick it up. Downing about half of what was left, he closed his eyes to savor it, taking large gulps, resulting in perhaps only three necessary to take away the desired amount of liquid. When he was finished however, he kept the glass near his lips, licking them and the rim of the light film that stayed coated. With that amount of passion that the knight had about this... third person, it was quite easy that these 'mixed up feelings' were definitely that of endearment. Branek couldn't lie that it was pretty cute just how flustered Shortie was getting. "Don'tcha think he'll get a little jealous.. you hangin` out with another guy `n all?" he teased, if only to add fuel to the fire. But his eyes playfully looked along the knight, fingers on the cushion petting it slowly to restrain the sort of itch they held to.. touch..
The choice of the flowers was up to the pale man. Branek wasn't cruel or evil, so for once, he kept himself from giving his opinion... at least.. he tried to, "It's a pretty powerful romantic gesture." and there were his calm, casual two cents. Ah what a shame. Guess he couldn't toy with him too much then. His glass tipped up to pour more beer into his mouth, and was finally placed down after a few moments, letting the cool liquid sit in his mouth before letting it empty down his throat. His turn, huh? "Hmm..." his gaze lazily lowered to his mug, "don't really have any." he replied, a foot rocking back and forth on its heel on the other side of the booth, "thought it might be cool to be a knight.. " he mumbled, not really.. showing much detail or care in the fact. Didn't really like to talk about himself.
Aodhan sat back, he didn't enjoy someone giving him an opinion on something he himself knew damn sure already the answer. Kian and him, they'd NEVER work. "No…You don't get it…" he said softly. His mind was hazed from the whisky, and he was sure he was still swaying, or maybe that was the room? He set his glass down on the table, feeling if he'd kept it, it would have fallen through loose fingers.
"There's no way. He's smitten with someone else, at least, as far as his affection goes. Aside from that, even if I was the only one, he doesn't do "normal." The blonde sighed. Wow, obviously they were fast becoming friends, as the can of worms was about to crack open…
"He's…not like regular witches. He doesn't function on the same playing field as we all do, and even if he did, it wouldn't work. We'd both get killed…" And there was the slip he'd regret in the morning… Aodhan leaned back, looking at the flowers. "Maybe I did mean for them to be something more. But I'd never amount to anything for him. Maybe just a m-" His eyes widened as he realized what he'd almost done. He scratched at the back of his neck, hating all this self loathing. Kian, would never, ever, EVER go for him, especially when there were those so innocent for him to get his fingers around. Kian liked the innocent ones…
They'd forever be a strange friendship, or maybe finally, Aodhan would kill him. Either way, it was a dead end, and the blonde didn't want that kind of weight on his shoulders. He'd throw the roses away. He wouldn't dare venture down that road. He didn't want it…
He paused, taking in a deep breath, trying to get over the previous conversation and switch it to focus on the witch. "Oh, a knight? Got any connections? You'll need them…" he said smugly.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 12:58 pm
Listening to Aodhan's woes, Branek wasn't buying it at all. An amused grin remained plastered on his face, eyes easing closed as the knight explained. Still sounded like there were some strong feelings in there. That was for sure. Just by the way he worded it made it so. Fortunately, Branek didn't pick up on that slip of the tongue. "Funny. Never pegged ya for a quitter." he teased, peeking his eyes open to look to Aodhan. Never having formed bonds with anyone, he was oblivious to any sort of... feelings.. and all that came with complications and uncertainties.
But he just stayed quiet and let Aodhan unload all his worries, and went back to his beer, casually letting it rest on his bottom lip, tipping to drink on occasion, until only about a fourth was left remaining. Ah to be blissfully unaware of the horrors of emotional baggage. Once the knight seemed finished, those brown eyes trailed back over to him. "If it's so stressful, maybe it's best to move on." he offered with a light shrug. Heck, he didn't know what to say about this kinda stuff. He was clueless! Just made sense to him if you were digging someone to be with them. Simple. Easy.
His second arm folded behind his head to serve as extra support, eyes easing closed again, smirking lightly, " Dunno yet. Guess I'll have to wait and see." he teased. With all that stuff going on in Aodhan's head he wasn't too sure if things would last very long between the two of them even in mere acquaintanceship. Sure seemed hung up on that guy..
Aodhan sat back, deciding that his whisky was a bit too strong for him, and he was certainly getting a bit more than tipsy. He looked over at the dark liquid. It was almost empty, and he hadn't eaten anything. Well, that's why he was getting so…drunk, and letting his words slip. He watched the way the other nursed his bottle, images of him previously licking at came to mind as well. The blonde looked away, hiding his bright blue eyes with his dark eyelashes.
"I already have…" He didn't really think about what he said, or what questions it could potentially rise within the only other body in earshot, yet, his mind was so foggy, he didn't seem to care. He shrugged, downing the rest of the whisky and not bothering with a chaser. A pint of pure whisky… would get even the biggest of men drunk. He felt his world sway, still unsure if that was him, or if the world was just rocking back and forth as it tugged with gravity.
"Dunno yet?" he questioned, leaning against the table. "You n' I, man. I'm a knight, and we're such wonderful drinking partners already!" He lifted his empty glass, as if he were going to toast, and realizing nothing was in it. "Hm…I should probably, not, get another drink." At least he was still a bit "sound" when drunk. He raised is coke into the air, staring at the other side of the booth. "To being miserable!" He toasted to himself, and gulped down his coke. "I hope I sober up…If my commanding officer sees me like this…"
He turned to Branek. "I'm…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to unleash any of that, then again, I do blame you for coaxing it out of me, or …I blame me for being stupid enough TO allow it. All my life, I've been told to withhold emotion, and cast it aside." He sighed, running his hands through his hair, feeling the strands come to fall down the sides of his face. "I think emotions make you stronger. They've at least helped me in my missions. Love makes you angry, friendship makes you fearful. It's all preservation, in my opinion."
It was quickly becoming apparent that Aodhan had had more than enough to drink. Watching the shorter man behavior become a little less lucid, he gave an amused smirk. Man he sure did talk a lot. Looking to the empty whiskey, he gave a nod in affirmation, "Might need to sleep it off, or somethin." he replied, "you still on duty?" he asked. If so, then yeah.. this wasn't a really good state for the guy to be in. Surely that'd just cause chaos for... what ever it is he had to do for the rest of the days duration. Branek on the other hand... was free for the rest of the day. No work for awhile. It'd probably be an early night for him.
But he couldn't leave Aodhan in this kinda state.. it just seemed to be getting worse. And he really wasn't good at all this.. talking about feelings, and opinions, and emotions... So staying silent seemed the best route. The arm folded behind his head let the hand attached fiddle with his bandana around his neck, loosening it to come off, and lowering said hand to stuff it into a pocket. It was kinda hot, after all. "Need me to take you someplace so you can lay down, or somethin?" Didn't seem like the guy would be able to clearly walk a straight line, let alone get to his house, or where ever it was he took breaks at.
Aodhan didn't want to move. He wanted to quite frankly, drink away this misery… Kian, Yvette, that one boy, probably this one too. What was it about him that made people just, not like him? He at least understood that Branek was seeing him in his not so great state. He kind of felt ashamed. He dipped his head, staring at his crotch, point blankly. Yet he wasn't really seeing anything. The alcohol had completely taken ahold of him now.
"I'm off duty. I would never drink on duty," he said, rather insulted that the other would even think that he was that kind of knight. "I would never do this on duty…"
He slumped back, his head rolling back till it hit the wall, with a loud thud. He winced, but stared at the ceiling, looking at the crown moldings of the black paint. "I think I do want another drink…" He was smart enough not to get one though. He wasn't sure if he could even stand either… That whisky was so much stronger than he thought it was going to be. "I've got a home, where I can sleep." He wasn't sure if this train of thought was working right, as he had the faintest idea that Branek had asked about where he was sleeping awhile ago. Oh well. He continued to stare up, but a bit of a smile began to play at his features as he entered the second stage of his intoxication.
He started to feel, light, and happy. "You know, you're kinda cute from this angle…I mean, you're cute always, but, I just think I noticed it more." He leaned against the table. "You know, if anyone in the knights found out I like guys, I don't know what would happen… Maybe they'd stop liking me." His eyes rounded as he sat up, feeling panicked. "But you can't say anything! I'll flat out murder you if you do!" Despite his drunken stupor, there was something serious about that threat in his voice. "Or maybe, get someone to kill you. Kian could kill you!" He hiccuped, giggling. "I'm jus' kiddin'. I'd lose my job if I did that!" He laughed again, slumping and pulling his knees to his chest. "I don't think I can stand…"
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