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 Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:56 pm
Kalore hadn’t really heard most of what Gambelr had said, his vision fading in and out from the stress that he had put on his body. Blinking multiple times, he tried to focus before he finally closed his eyes and just listened to her. Before she could leave, his soft voice was heard as he sighed. “Gambler… I didn’t say anything because Monty knew. He found them months ago… I never said that I stopped them and I apologize for his thoughts but…” Shaking his head, his eyes finally opened and he was watching her again. He needed to focus but it was just so hard. He wanted to go back to bed, any bed, and just sleep all of this off. That couldn’t be done so he simply continued, having to stop every now and then to concentrate.
“I need a moment to get my s**t together, Gambler.” He gestured to the place, “I mean… Monty already made it clear what he thought of me… so why not continue this? Rave will be with Dusk the whole time, Gambler. I can’t go back to Ellwood because of the council. I can’t go to Kit because I don’t even know where…” His body swayed a bit and he simply went back against the wall. Kalore needed some form of support and he wasn’t getting it standing as he had been. “I don’t know where she is. You shouldn’t need to deal with this and I’m sorry that you are. I’m sorry you hired elves that have a lot of skeletons around and that I handle them badly, okay? Just let me get my s**t together.”
He didn’t have his phone but he rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking down now as if he was in pain; which was something that he easily could be in knowing him. “If Sin comes back, if you need someone to help, call okay? I don’t want to quit… I do care for you and I do respect you, Gambler… I’m just not good with some things and this is something that I’m really, really, really struggling with.” It was like the thing with Kyin. He had so much with that one man that he was considered crazy and naïve and ignorant… yet he was the one that was right. Kalore had never told Gambler about him, but he stopped telling anyone about him. He stopped telling anyone about Kyin, about the pills, about Kristopher… why talk about it when they just think you’re being foolish and do nothing to help?
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:45 pm
Gambler stopped to half turn to face Kalore, very close to the door. "You could have at least said something rather than assume I would think you insane for saying it. I've lived long enough to listen to all sides of the story before making a judgement. I also know a thing or two about keeping things from people. I have to, only to not upset the balance but now you know about me when I would have loved if you thought me some special human who could live for a long time with some tricks up her sleeves. As for Monty...."
The seraph shook her head. "Have you ever been so angry in your life that you ended up saying the most stupidiest, hurtful things to the one who made you that angry? Have you ever had to stop and think that maybe what you said was hurtful but couldn't take it back no matter what? And that maybe, just maybe because you said those things you were hurt that someone couldn't trust you with the truth or they couldn't trust you enough to stop and listen?" Gambler was that kind of person if you pissed her off enough that the monster in her reared it's ugly face and it sucked.
"Think for a moment on who the demon is for a second. You know more about him than anyone else outside of this group. You know more about him than even he would cared to share with anyone. So think about how hard it is for someone like him to actually accept you as a lover who is a male and then to "feel" like you lied to him on some level. Heaven knows what the hell goes through his head but let's all stop and look at this situation from your side and his side. Once we understand what the miscommunication is then perhaps you can work to fix that and see if it works." She shrugged slightly.
"Then again, this isn't my business since no one tells me anything. Therefore, I will let you do what you need to do Kalore. I support you, at least from far away and when your ready to face that demon then you come with guns blazing....Or arrows blazing and shoot him in the a** to let him know that your not going to be bullied. It's one of the few ways to get his attention to listen Kalore. Remember that one, alright?" Like Kalore, the boss was feeling tired and her body running on low adrenaline.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:59 pm
Eyes still dull and nearing the deadened state that they had been in when Joker had spoken to him, Kalore shook his head. “I told him that I didn’t feel the need to take them near him and I didn’t. I took them a handful of times with you guys and that’s it… mostly because I didn’t want him to deal with the outcome of them not being there again.” When he was off of them then he was more fun and a bit more witty, which could be a bad thing, but he also had nightmares, daymares, memory lapses… things that he couldn’t do anything about. It wasn’t something that he wanted to go back to and start breaking down in front of a demon that he now knew didn’t really care.
“Joker told me why Monty’s so upset over pills and I understand that…” So he really had been listening. Kind of. “I can’t just drop them. I’ve been trying to get off of them but he wouldn’t listen at all. So… I’m just doing the easy thing, Gambler.” Whispering his words, his eyes showed pain; the one emotion that was strong enough to slip through. The blonde really did care about Monty, more than he thought that he ever would, but he wasn’t going to let himself be dragged into that pain all over again for someone that he cared about. It just couldn’t be something he allowed again. Eri would hurt him, that much he knew, but at least he expected it from the other elf.
Stepping away, he finally was going back upstairs. “I may go back, I don’t know. Tell Joker I’m sorry for the kick.” Walking up the steps, he said no more but he also knew that there wasn’t a way to get a hold of him other than coming to the club. He had a bad habit of not grabbing any of the needed things when he left; like his phone. Sighing softly, the door was closed as the elf moved down to rest his head back against it, sitting on the carpet. Kalore didn’t want to leave Monty, he didn’t want to leave Gambler, Joker… he really didn’t want to lose those two and Gambler’s group had already lost so many… but he was selfish in the fact that he didn’t want to keep getting hurt by Monty. He cared too much for the redheaded demon; cared to the point that each cruel word tore another piece of him violently away.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 6:51 pm
The boss was about to open her mouth but shut it and let Kalore walk away. The woman could b*tch at him, could scold him, shake him and do anything she wanted to Kalore to get him to see her side of this situation but that wouldn't be good. It wouldn't do any good for no one. Fine. Gambler turned sharply on her heels to leave the club, hopefully for the last time as she was gearing herself up for Rave to snap at her for a failure that she willingly accept.
After that time in Harl, all sort of went normal. For the most part in Ellwood, Kyoshi was able to walk freely with his head held up high like always and without getting Dusk in trouble for her being with a outsider. He didn't have to act like a servant which was a relief because after seeing those outfits he was about ready to find out who the person was who created those and beat him or her senseless. Yet that didn't matter.
What mattered was that he was keeping Dusk as happy as possible. Especially now that she had her short hair back. Kyoshi was happy that she was happy no matter what and he hoped it stayed that way even with those that might still oppose her.
Without the help of Rave things wouldn't have gone as smoothly as possible. The elf was like a smooth talker and was good at getting people to listen. Which made him very busy in Ellwood and when he could he would visit Gambler but then again Gambler was very busy on her own right, taking this time that Rave was busy to travel outside of area 6 to find Sin's whereabouts, renew alliances, and fight off enemies.
The good thing about Rave not being around was that he didn't have to see the new injuries she was acquiring when she was coming from the higher areas, after meeting with a few alliances and reaching out to newer managements in those really messed up areas.
With everything going on, Joker was in his hospital more often than at his home which no doubt already gathered dust and the Twins...Well the Twins were still dead and the author had a moment. Lastly, the demon was....well he was just as dead as those Twins. He didn't speak to anyone or did anything. Monty had gone back to how he was before the elves entered the group, being withdrawn and cold. He was like a killing machine when he was on jobs ordered by Gambler.
Monty was also gone for those few months and enjoyed himself for the many kills he gained from it. Yet he had to come back for a break. Grumbling about it he entered his silent shed and started to clean up all the dust that was everywhere. Airing out the place, he started to throw out things that weren't that important until he found a sketch pad. Thinking that he never draws, memories of a certain someone did.
As those memories touched his mind he easily put them away. Not wanting to think on it too much or be such an complete a**hole in throwing out the sketchpad he sighed as he went for a quick shower and dressed, strapping himself with guns and knives and headed out of the shed with the sketch pad in tow. The demon was heading for Eri's club, the one place Kalore would have to be since it was his time to work for the elf.
It was a very bold move to do but it had to be done he reasoned. No the demon didn't really want to see the elf but after these few months his temper cooled down a bit. Thankfully it did. Otherwise the world would suck and everyone in the group would be unbalanced.
Shaking his head slightly he walked up to the club doors and pushed them open to stand where he was at the enterance, hoping someone would walk up to him and ask what he wanted so he could have them deliver this item to that blonde elf.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:03 pm
In the time that things had been calming down, Kalore had thought about just doing a detox and going back to Monty. No matter what it was that had happened around him - - be it Eri, Kit, someone else - - he couldn’t get the demon out of his mind. He had taken up dancing once more for the boss of the club but that only got him so far. The blonde had been losing interest in more things, though; eating, getting up, sleeping… he hadn’t been able to do any of it. Eri had decided that something of a cruel move needed to be doen or else he was either going to lose Kalore to him walking out or him wasting away. So, he made sure that neither happened.
Kalore had been drugged; without his consent and without his knowledge. In drinks, food, things of the sort, Eri would place the pills that he had been on before that would keep him controlled, hooked, and in a good mood. The move was low, cruel, manipulative… but it kept him near him and within his control. Even now the long haired elf was smirking, watching the blonde dance for a semi-private group. He was in nothing but a pair of poured-on leather pants, his body there for anyone to see that wanted it. He had to admit that he had missed having Kalore like this… and he would also admit that he had upped the dosage of the pills to get Kalore back to how he had been when he had first gotten there.
Innocent. Subservient. Calm. Curious.
The man chuckled as he shook his head, soon looking amused as he heard the word ‘demon’ coming through to his earpiece. “Ah… how lovely…” Whispering his words, he leaned in and didn’t warn anyone about the demon as he hoped that Monty would see Kalore. He so hoped so… he wanted the man to see him but he didn’t want Kalore to talk to Monty. To do something like that… there were some things that Eri could control but what came out of the blonde’s mouth was something that he couldn’t control. Kit wasn’t around either, having been sent somewhere else during the time that he began to drug her friend. TO have her around was to have everyone in Gambler’s group know exactly what was going on. The woman may have said she didn’t care anymore, but Kit was damn convincing and persuasive when she had to be. Especially with the crazy one.
But, Eri didn’t stop the events as he knew that Monty would be able to see the blonde beauty doing the job that he hadn’t done for years. Kalore hadn’t stripped for real for a long, long, long time… sadly… but it was something that Eri had found that he would do once dosed a certain amount. He didn’t seem drugged, though… just calmer, more at ease with what was going on but also more free and flowing in what it was that he did. Eri would just have to make sure that Motny didn’t actually talk to the elf… but then again, why was Monty here? It wasn’t like he came here to visit all that often anymore… and it wasn’t like Eri had done anything to irk him lately. At least, he didn’t think so…
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:26 pm
Monty entered and he looked around for any wandering elf to speak to quickly so he could leave out of this place as soon as possible. He didn't want to be here. Especially not when the sight of the one thing he wished didn't exist was there before his very eyes, yet so far away.
Clenching his jaw tightly and his fingers making a dent in the sketch pad, he stared hard at the sight of Kalore...dancing. There was nothing wrong with that. It was the elf's job. Then if that was Kalore's job, why the hell was he getting pissed off seeing him up there?
It made no damn sense at all. Taking a deep breath, he just stared at Kalore. All emotion was dead in him, except for that unexplained anger of course. His face showed nothing but a neutral look. He waited until someone showed some back bone to come up to him so that he could get rid of that sketch pad and get back to his shed, finish cleaning and go back to work.
It was as if he was wanting to be anywhere else but here. With his own, possibly good or possibly bad or even possibly stupid reasons.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:39 pm
The show was done soon enough but eri couldn’t keep his eyes off of Monty. Going back and forth in his mind with what it was that he was supposed to do, he jolted as he saw that Kalore finally noticed that the redhead was there. Breath stilled, Eri didn’t know how the blonde would react but he watched as Kalore simply tilted his head to the side and began to strip off the final layer beside the G-string that showed so much but blocked the view of the precious bits that so many wanted to see from the beautiful elf. His eyes were on Monty however as he tilted his head back to the side and was dancing like before, only a bit more distracted. Shouldn’t he be fearful of the demon? Shouldn’t he want nothing to do with him?
Kalore didn’t know but once the show was done with he simply put on his pants, his jacket, and almost trotted over to Monty. Panic coming into Eri’s mind, he soon was moving to intercept the elf but Kalore was in front of the demon too quickly. Looking up, his eyes were dazed, almost glazed over, but he actually smiled at Monty. “Hey. I didn’t think that I’d see you here…” The tilting quirk that he had was back as he watched Monty, still smiling. “Where’ve you been? It’s been a while. I missed you Monty.” The words and actions were true but they weren’t right for Kalore. He didn’t realize it, however, as he only knew that he really needed to see Monty. He hadn’t had nightmares but the pills only changed the dreams. No longer did he have nightmares but instead had dreams of the demon in front of him.
Looking at what was in his hand, he blinked more. “What’s that?” Kalore was back to being how he had been when he had taken the pill in the elevator. Almost chipper, happy, content… drugged. Incredibly drugged but he didn’t even know it this time.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:54 pm
The demon stiffen as his gaze was practically piercing the elf but had to remind himself that he had no reason to react that way. Clenching his jaw tighter, the pain he was feeling distracted his mind until he noticed Kalore in front of him.
There was something very off about the elf. Kalore seemed....happy. It wasn't that natural kind of happy that you normally see or that insane happy like Joker or the over the top happy from Gambler but more like a....He wasn't going to think that.
Monty ignored most of the questions until he looked at the sketch pad in his hand. The elf didn't need to know that he was out killing all the monsters in the world while being one himself more often than usual and loving every minute of it. Nor did the elf need to know that he's been trying to ignore anything and everything that would remind him of the elf.
Hell, the elf didn't need to know that the demon was sleeping outside of buildings because looking at a bed or smelling something that was similar to Kalore's scent would drive him up the wall with madness.
No, it was best if the elf stayed oblivious to anything about him because he was trying to not care. It was working as his mind jumped to one conclusion at how odd the elf was acting. He was sort of hoping that Kalore would balk at the sight of him, turning him away or even throwing things at him including punches and kicks.
Yet here Kalore was all bubbly. It was seriously unnerving and very suspicious. Clearing his throat he looked up at the elf slowly with his head slightly bowed, giving the elf an unapproachable look. "It's your sketch pad you left in my shed." Was his voice really that deep? When was the last time he spoke at all?
Clenching his jaw very tightly to the point that the pain was the greatest pleasure he ever felt, he offered the sketch pad to the elf, keeping his fingers away from ever being touched, accidently or not.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:19 am
There were some things running through Monty’s mind but Kalore couldn’t read him as well as he had been able to just months before. No, his mind wouldn’t allow it as the drugs kept him from thinking of anything that could hurt him and Monty was a thought that could hurt him so badly... much too badly for him to be able to respond to in a good fashion. No thoughts came with these responses as he continued to smile at the one man that he had missed more than anything. Monty had hurt him badly but he had hurt him as well, only Kalore hadn’t realized that he had done it so how was he supposed to know? Gambler’s words came back but they were foggy… he wasn’t completely sure about them.
A small look of confusion came through his eyes but there was also a spark of clarity. Maybe something really was wrong with him… he could normally remember everything that someone he cared about told him but… what Gambler had said was foggy, blurred. That wasn’t normal.
Looking as if he was internally struggling, Kalore’s clearer eyes went up and looked into Monty’s own red ones. He loved those eyes… but there was a pang of hurt as he almost panicked but the drug came back in and washed away all of the thoughts that could have hurt him. There was no need for the pain… he was happy here, wasn’t he? Kalore had a home, some friends, and was doing what he loved! But… Kalore hadn’t loved this job in years… Shaking his head quickly, he rested a hand against his forehead as the sense in him, which had been made because of the demon standing in front of him, tried to fight through the drug.
“Thank you… Monty.” Whispering his words, there was confusion once more in his eyes before it was washed away again and took a firmer hold on him. Swaying slightly, there was soon a smile back on his features as he took the sketchbook. No signs of the internal struggle were shown as he flipped through the book, the smile softening a bit as true happiness was near him. As he flipped through it, both he and Monty could see the sketches of the woods around the city and the lake that he had found a week or so before they fought. Now he was looking at a picture of Monty training, a jolt running through him. How could he have forgotten that these were in here too?
Looking back up, he took out one of the pictures that had him and Monty together, just resting by the lake that he had drug him to just days before Lech’s attack. Smiling, the drug was coming through more than his own emotion. “Here. I never finished it but… I made it for you… if you’ll take it, of course.” Kalore didn’t notice Eri gripping the banister tightly, cursing himself for not kicking Monty out immediately. Now he was stuck with this… damn it all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:58 pm
Monty was watching the elf and inwardly frown. He could only show his emotions inwardly because for some reason, after all these months his face could only work expressions like the neutral one he had on or one that looked like he was about ready to tear into your body and possibly eat you alive and then sell whatever was left of you to the black, black, very black market.
There was some sort of internal struggle within Kalore that tugged at the buried part of him that wanted to reach out and comfort the elf but remembered the reason for turning the elf away from him. Yeah he told himself to not care but now that he was face to face with the elf with his temper cooled down a bit it wasn't working.
Mentally shaking himself, he averted his gaze when the elf was looking through the sketch pad to give him his private moment with the one thing that showed something close to true happiness or perhaps that was his imagination. Yep, it was his imagination. The kind of imagination that messes with you.
The demon still had his gaze averted even when he was offered the picture of them together, relaxing at the lake. Taking a peek at the picture he quickly looked away to stare at something else even if his had twitched to take it. He forced himself to hold still with his back stiff and tense. "I cannot accept that." He refused to have anything else in his life that reminded him of the elf other than having the elf around for jobs.
Yet the chances of Kalore ever being called in for a job was becoming very slim thanks to his vigorous efforts and the large effort Gambler was putting in. Hell even he was impressed by her consistancy of being almost everywhere at once without a break, making everyone else available for their own thing, such as Joker continuing to work at his hosptial and his clinic projects without interruptions, Kyoshi doing whatever he was doing with the bar and Dusk and Rave working in Ellwood without problems.
"You keep it. I don't want it." Which was as much as he was going to say and it sort of tugged at that buried part of him again, stupid that it was. So now that he gave Kalore his sketch pad, he was free to go right? The last thing he wanted was another spat with the elf or even worse, a confrontation with Eri who he didn't want to see without unleashing the hell that was deserving.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 12:37 pm
When the man didn’t take the picture, a frown was on kalore’s features instead of the normal look of confusion that he seemed to get when on the drug. “Why?” In his mind, the logical side of him, he understood exactly why he wouldn’t take it. Why would someone want something from him after trying so hard to forget him? Kalore also knew that he hadn’t really been trying to forget Monty, though. In his mind, he couldn’t forget the happiness that the demon had caused within him, no matter what pain he had also caused. Sighing softly, he tried to ignore the thoughts as he offered the picture again before a look of concern was on his features, tilting his head to the side while watching the demon closely.
“I know that this isn’t something you want, Monty, but I didn’t make it for me.” Smiling again, it was the drug’s smile, not his own. Kalore’s own smile was never full out, or at least it hadn’t been yet. Maybe it would have been if this fight wouldn’t have happened, but like Rave, he just had too much on his mind for a full out smile to consist. Without his mind on the things that it typically was, he could smile completely, even in the face of the man that had completely destroyed him. “I made it for you as a type of gift… a thank you, I guess…” Smiling softly now, he felt his mind begin to click in as he was trying to fight the hold of whatever it was that had his mind so fogged. He wasn’t drugged but he felt like he was…
Or was he drugged? Would Eri really do something like that without his knowing? Without his consent?
Eyes widening, the picture almost dropped as he turned away from Monty for just a moment, looking around before his eyes landed on Eri. His features showed confusion as the elf simply walked away and didn’t look at the almost accusatory glare that was now from Kalore. “He…” Shaking his head, he handed the picture to Monty once more, touching his hand as he looked at him with internally struggling eyes again. “Monty… please… I know you’ve got to still be mad at me… but…” He bit his lip as his green eyes showed his personality in flickers. Now that he knew what it was… he thought that he knew, at least. The pills were that; pills, and he hadn’t noticed them going in him so maybe he was wrong. Maybe he could ask Monty… but the man didn’t want anything to do with him. Shouldn’t that thought hurt?
It didn’t hurt, however, and that scared him for a moment. A moment later, his mind had him calm and acting as if it didn’t matter.
That wasn’t right, at all, and he knew it. Looking up at him, his voice dropped as he knew only would barely be able to hear him over the music. He didn’t care as he whispered, “Am I… different?” Kalore looked back up at him as he never stopped touching the demon’s warm hand with his own cool one. He knew that the demon ran hot, for obvious reasons, but normally he wasn’t this cool to the touch… was he? On the meds, yeah, but there was no way that Eri shoved pills down his throat without him knowing. The logical part of his mind, the one bringing up all the other things that Eri could have done, wasn’t showing through as he closed his eyes, opening them only when the drug had calmed him and returned him to that happy form. It was obvious that something was wrong, that something just wasn’t right with the elf.
“You probably are still mad at me, so I’ll just leave you alone then.” The way he said the words were too happy, as if the confusing messages, words, and actions from before had never happened. Taking a step back from him, he glanced around. “Kit doesn’t work here anymore… so tell Joker that if he ever wants to see her that she’s been at her house. I’ve been here for a while so I don’t really know where it is that she works now, or if she even does work.” Actually, had Kalore been out of the club for the months that Eri had had a hold of him? He didn’t remember but his mind had him thinking that it didn’t matter. Had t been months? Surely not… it couldn’t have been that long, right?
Smiling more, he had the look of someone that was truly happy but that wasn’t Kalore. Monty had seen the look once but it had only been in the elevator when he had been drugged. It hadn’t been this extreme, however, and surely the demon would know that the elf wouldn’t have done this to himself… surely… but who knew? “I hope you’ll be okay, Monty… I really do miss you.” Smiling softer this time, he sighed as his arms crossed over his barely covered chest. Why was he feeling a bit self conscious now? He hadn’t before… but maybe it was just the demon’s presence this time. He didn’t know for sure. “Well… see you later? I hope to… I really do…”
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 3:42 pm
The demon shook his head at being offered the picture again, even if it was a 'thank you' gift. It didn't matter what it was he didn't want it because he didn't want to have anything that would ground him here once he got back to his shed to pick up some weapons to leave again.
Watching Kalore he inwardly frowned more. Yeah something was seriously wrong with the elf. It was beyond wrong yet he wouldn't say a word about it. No, not if they wanted another blow up. Sighing softly he nodded curtly at the question Kalore asked about if he was different.
Of course he was different. There was a huge difference between the normal Kalore and the drug-induced Kalore. How did he know this? The demon witnessed what those drugs could do, even if it was a small glimspe. A drug was a drug and no matter how you use it, it will no doubt have a huge affect on the body and mind of a person.
Monty stood there listening to all that Kalore said about Kit though he didn't care. He hadn't seen that insane man in a long time and no doubt Joker was too far busy in work to want to leave and visit anyone. Plus it wasn't like he was going to go and tell him anything. If Joker wanted to know about the blonde elf then he was going to find out on his own. Not through him at least.
The demon had been thinking this all while trying to not slap Kalore's hand away from his own. It hurt him on some sort of level he didn't understand to be touched again by him. His hands weren't warm against his own and it inwardly startled him.
See, this demon was good at hiding everything he felt. It was as if there was a wall between everything he felt and the real world. Good, that was how he had constructed the damned thing. For situations where he was touched again he could be indifferent to it.
Stepping back he straightened himself up to flicker his gaze at Kalore but said nothing else. What could he say that wasn't mean? Nothing that was for damn sure. Turning around slowly he faced the door to walk away from the elf, leaving behind a drugged up elf who was in trouble without realizing it by a madman with the ability to give the drug unnoticed. Isn't the demon a great guy?
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 4:21 pm
Monty wouldn’t take the picture… Kalore didn’t know why that hurt him more than anything else but it did. Frowning more, he sighed softly before he shook his head, placing the sketchbook in his inner pocket of the jacket. He didn’t want to deal with this… but for some reason he didn’t know why it was that it was bothering him so much. Closing his eyes, he folded the picture up gently before he placed it in Monty’s back pocket, actually moving to steal a kiss on the man’s cheek as he whispered, “I really miss you, Monty…” he didn’t know what caused I t but soon the man was moving to go back up to Eri, knowing that he needed to do what all dancers had to do.
As he moved, however, he glanced back behind him, frowning almost. He didn’t want this… he didn’t want to move. Even under the drug’s influence, he knew that he would have much preferred to be with Monty than to have been with Eri. It wasn’t like the elf had been forced upon him yet but… in the back of his mind, he knew that it wouldn’t be long before the man did so. Eri wasn’t someone that liked to be without whatever it was that he wanted for too long. Though the drugs were clouding his mind, making it harder for him to focus anything for too long, it didn’t stop the brief flickers of fear, the brief flickers of need for a certain demon…
Now he was with someone that was dangerous but he couldn’t tell why or figure out just what made it so dangerous. Maybe Eri would know? He knew that Monty wasn’t going to tell him anything, sadly. If only he would. He hadn’t been lying when he had said that he missed him. Kalore missed the redhead more than he had ever imagined that he would, and that was with the meds.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:08 pm
The demon stiffened with his eyes closed. Damnit. The elf sneaked up on him with a kiss and his breath tickling his ear. Damnit. Monty didn't move from where he was as he was torn, somehow torn between turning around to grab Kalore and leave and to just leave without him.
Instead he clenched his jaw tightly and forced his feet to go one in front of the other, leaving the club and Kalore behind him as he made his way to his shed. After was seemed like forever he entered the shed leaving the door open as his attention went to the picture that was given to him anyways.
In here with no one watching he looked at it, stared at it as his mind just went blank. He liked this picture. Kalore was very talented and should open up his own gallery to share with others because he had an ability to make the drawings look so life like it was so surreal.
Monty placed the drawing between the pages of a large book that was in his language and the one book he always read. It would be safe between these pages. Sighing he covered his eyes. He needed to get Kalore out of there, even if he would drop him off on someone else, as long as he was away from that damned Eri it would be better. It was the least he could do.
With that in mind, the demon strapped himself up with weapons, holding his large sword that looked evil in his hand and walked out of the shed only using his invisibility so that he could surprise the elves with him presence of taking Kalore away. Of course he was going to strike when it was right.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:23 pm
Resting in his room, Kalore was curled in a ball as he frowned, staring at the wall for no reason that he could really think of other than he was thinking. Or at least, he was trying to think. He knew that something was wrong with him but he wasn’t completely sure what it was. The elf had asked Eri if he seemed off but the other man had simply told him that he was more relaxed without the demon there. Was that it? Kalore didn’t think that he wasn’t relaxed without the demon but he didn’t think that he was less relaxed without him. Actually, it seemed like he was tenser now that he was actually trying to think and focus on something. What had happened to him? He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus… even on his normal meds, this was more severe.
Eyes closing, Kalore was on his back once more before he groaned softly. Maybe he should just stop trying to focus… this wasn’t working very well for him. He groaned again before he was moving to have his arms resting over his head. He had locked the door for the first time since he had been there, not having been comfortable for some reason. It wasn’t like there was any threat in the club. Then again, who knew? Kalore had thought that things were getting better in his mind, that he was beginning to wean himself completely off of the pills… but maybe he was wrong. Maybe he had actually just been getting a heavier dose of them.
The thoughts were flying through his head too fast for him to focus or panic on a single one but soon he was groaning again. Something wasn’t right… it was something that was nagging at him but he couldn’t do anything as the people of the club began to quiet down and closing time was beginning to rear its head. Maybe once everyone went to bed then he would leave... it wasn’t like someone was going to come and bother him, right? Eri had come in once or twice but things had never gotten that far. Before it didn’t bother him that the man had been touchy but… now that he was thinking of it in hindsight… the panic was setting in but just like that, it was gone.
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