Broken Stones and Whispers (open)

[Alexci Dominque]

Alexci simply shook his head from left to right, as though entirely disappointed with a response in the question. And so what if he was? It wasn’t like Alexci had the answers to everything, so -- so what? The Light Fey could sense the agitation, as though something beneath the Dark Fey’s flesh had wanted to tear through. All talk, no action. Alexci took a little step back, as though the words were like a thrown fist. Eyes beneath the mask appeared to be glowing brighter.

The Light Fey turned on his foot, his back facing the Dark Fey while the weapon of light rested on Alexci’s shoulder, the weapon’s blade facing the other two in the area. This really wasn’t his problem, he wanted to change this mind. Let the Dark Fey strike down the Water Fey, let it all be done. For he didn’t have time to interact with boring counterparts, mechanical tools who thrived on what they thought were emotions. While showing the back to an enemy, he had his head with his torso, still looking back upon the two Feys.

“So? Really, do you have some sort of point to make? Because I don’t,” Alex replied, allowing the light to sweep over the ground -- over a puddle of water. The water beneath the blade rippled, the dark shadows in the water starting to glow as well.

It was like he was waiting now. Waiting for Silvar to make a wrong move, so he had those reasons to act out of defense. For there was nothing here for anyone to gain; it was only loss.

[Silvar]

This was different, but two things were blurring together, and in this place...

Silvar was here and not, the Fey in front of him a flicker of something else and he grit his teeth under the weight of things better left buried.

"Lovely," he grit out, the hand that itched for something wrong now lifting to press fingers against his temple (and smearing silver). His head ached something fierce now, and he pressed harder as if it would push the pieces back together. The step away helped him breathe a little better, and it seemed for a second like it was working (but he remembered a smile, and it did and didn't belong to the Light Fey in front of him).

That thing was dead.

But this one wasn't, and it should have been the first time he saw it.

He snapped, and in an instant he felt angry, felt tired and beaten, and his mind was tuned to static, so many things swept suddenly aside as the sneer on his lips shifted and he again closed the gap between them, unafraid as he bent his head to the Fey's ear. Death be damned if that was what waited for him. He wondered if by now the boy realized he couldn't bring himself to kill him.

"Frankly, my dear, you infuriate me," he breathed out, though the grin on his lips was evident in the words, a contradiction, "but you're just so goddamn pretty to look at. I'm just fucking beside myself."

Off the deep end.

[Alexci Dominque]

Lovely, a term most often used by the Light Fey. For it was him who would label things lovely, unfair or plain idiotic. To be snuck up upon was a natural thing he let happen, aware that if he parted from this Dark Fey in a flaky matter, that it would be a chain reaction and the boy would actually do something for once. So, with the single word, Alex simply listened, drinking in the words as though that word was another dose of eternal life.

There were a few noises, something heavy falling into puddles of water. Footfalls marked the closeness of the Dark Fey, not to mention there was a wisp of air brushing over the Light Fey’s ear. The feeling of light didn’t disappear at the whim of Silvar, but seemed to feed off of it, as though growing stronger. While the other boy’s words were full of tart -- it was truly a compliment.

Shifting his weight again, this time he was centimeters from Silvar, their clothing brushing. Alex had his head craned to the left, his chin outward to look up at the Dark Fey. From this distance Silvar would be able to see that no pupils were apparent, lost in the liquid mesh of gold that swam under artificial light. “Thank you,” said the Light Fey simply, his mouth shifting into something like a shy smile.

Very interesting. This took a vast turn in events. He had strings in this game somehow, and it would work for the female. She would be saved, and sometime in the future he would like to be thanked. For a damsel in distress was always a bother; besides, he would have to notify the Water Court of the tyranny going about. What kind of Light Council Fey would flirt with distress?

“Would it make you feel better if you killed me?”

[Silvar]

It all seemed to wash in and out of focus, and Silv caught the Light Fey's gaze and let the curve of his lips twist a bit further into something almost rueful. Thank you? It was the first time he'd ever heard those words spoken to him, he thought, and some sort of filing system tucked it away for later.

By the time the boy had finished asking his question, though, he'd already shifted his weight, draped an arm over the other Fey's shoulder and let himself lean, though not too heavily. It was strangely comfortable, and he let out a low, not quite dry chuckle (felt the feathers in that mask brush the side of his face in their proximity).

"Honestly?"

He didn't know, and his voice dropped to a mere murmur.

"I suppose I'll never know, will I?" And for a moment he was centuries younger, but it was gone in an instant, and he pressed just that slight bit closer, breathing ghosts over the boy's skin as his eyelids fell to half mast and he focused in on those pretty (enticing) lips. "But I think not... It wouldn't make you go away."

He was such a damned soul.

[Alexci Dominque]

Alexci always seemed to be movements behind his own thought process. He had always been offering his hand out to other Fey, as though he would save them if they did. But he rarely had people want to reach out for him. Usually, if they did, he had put them under a spell. The Light Fey had a bad habit that went with him everywhere, making everyone feel as though they were in a dream. This moment, though, he projected no such thing. Silvar was acting upon his own accord.

The arm upon his shoulder didn’t bother him. In fact, he didn’t even really feel the weight sitting there. His eyes were off a bit, still staring at Silvar, but not really staring at all. It was like he was day dreaming. The Dark Fey’s words could have comforted him, aware that Silvar would never be able to have killing intent. Unless, of course, Alexci had provoked him.

Air came across Alexci’s face. Finally, Alex moved his head a little. He had a lot of energy today and wanted to do something. But nothing appeared to be happening, nothing of witty contest. It was like he decided to lose some brain cells on the way here. At last, Alex moved. The Light Fey raised his heels so that he could lean his head closer to Silvar’s. He placed his cheek against Silvar’s left cheek.

“Do you need a hug?” he asked, serious.

[Silvar]

It didn't help at all to settle and clarify his thoughts the way the Light Fey didn't move (away from him, would have been the expected, perhaps on some level welcomed response), and it certainly didn't help when the next movement he did make was simply to get even closer.

Silv simply blinked, slowly, and at the boy's question he let his lips quirk a bit upwards, amused, his other arm moving around to join the first, almost as if he had captured the Fey within them. Wouldn't that be something? Yet he had no real illusions as to it being true, for the thing within his arms was nothing short of dangerous. not in the same way he was, perhaps, but to him, this Fey was one that could easily take his life, could strip him of his wings if he so pleased, because here he was.

His vision blurred and his head hurt, but he looked straight towards the staircase he'd come from minutes before (unseeing).

"Do you?" he questioned back, though the why was still hard to place. The simple truth was that he didn't, didn't even really understand why he ever would.

[Alexci Dominque]

Did he? Alexci tried to decipher his own question. No, he was perfectly happy with how everything was turning about. For some reason he had gained immunity to this Dark Fey, and while he wanted to ask why that was, no such question came forth. This closeness could be very bad for Silvar, because it would take a little push from him, and things would go downhill from there. He was bored with this friendliness, if that was what it was called.

While he was a Light Fey, there was no real reason to try and harbor any peace. He had simply wanted destruction, and he wanted to be the hero. But none of that was happening here anymore. The girl was out of harms reach because Alexci was a complete distraction to the source of her pain. And he couldn’t just as very well leave, it would make him look bad.

“No,” came out flatly. In a moment he was out from the other male’s reach, and he was standing next to one of the crumbled walls. He seemed suddenly afraid. The weapon of light was upheld before his own form, his eyes wide, aglow. Everything felt jittery all of a sudden. Had he truly used that much power to make him lose his sense of self? And his fingers, were they actually holding onto his weapon?

For some reason, numbness crossed over him, and the smile that he loved to have own his face dissipated. So, he stood there, as though a switch in him had been turned off. The Light in Alex’s eyes faded.

[Silvar]

The pace seemed to change so very suddenly, and though the word 'no' hadn't been one that surprised him at all, the sudden absence catching him off guard but not enough for him to stumble. It snapped Silv's eyes back into focus, though, still stuck on the Light Fey's form though now...

Now there was something new, and though he knew they hadn't known each other long (didn't know each other at all) the fear struck him as inappropriate, and he took a step forward, straightening himself and stretching his wings and watching that appealing expression melt away. And now the boy just seemed...

It was a feeling he couldn't place and didn't have the urge or the will to try to, but the sharp, lazy upturn of his own lips slowly receded, a little bit of it coming back now that the other Fey was farther away. But it felt strange, and he wanted to crawl right up in the boy's head and find out what and why.

"What is it that's gotten into you, I wonder..."

And the shadows twitched at his feet as he moved, as if they too, felt the need to be wary.

[Alexci Dominque]

Pupils seemed to grow in the circle of gold, the black taking over all the space. His sight was faltering, somewhere lost in-between dark and light. Alex tried to focus himself, trying to picture the warmest areas where sunlight, fire and fireflies existed. Then there was nothing before him, he could see nothing, but he had heard the shadows approaching him. His sanity was dropping in degrees of level. Alex continued to stand still, the blade of his weapon gone. For now it was simply a pole arm made from gold.

He could hear Silvar’s voice, and smell the water all over. Out of no where a burst of laughter cut through the air. It was hysterical and offbeat, as though there had been something extremely funny about going blind and losing all powers. For once, he took a blind step forward, feeling the rubble beneath his foot. His other foot went with as well, that one landing in one of the smaller puddles the girl had created.

Hearing the sound of water, Alex placed the end of his weapon in the water, and there was a little shock of light. It sparked for a few moments, vibrating the weapon in the Light Fey’s hand as he turned his head from left to right, trying to imagine the things he saw last. And suddenly it all came into view, for Silvar was moving toward him.

“Come any closer and I’ll eat you,” he laughed again, amused by the thought of taking pieces of flesh into his mouth.

[Silvar]

The darkness in the boy's eyes was strange, everything about him was strange, and Silv remembered their first meeting, and how strange he'd been then but in a different way and each step the Light Fey took blindly caused something in his person to crack.

The laughter caused a twitch of his lips, a spark in his eyes, because it was entirely off, and that was something he could identify with, especially with how off he was right now, and when the boy spoke he couldn't help it. He had to laugh, too, dark and not unlike he'd laughed at the Water Fey earlier but for an entirely different reason.

"Oh? Do you promise?" he asked, still chuckling as though this whole situation was now inexplicably funny, the curve of his grin back to something normal, something sharp. "Because I'll hold you to it."

And he would, because he had no intention of stopping right where he was just because this off-kilter thing (and did that make him a hypocrite?) seemed to will it so.

[Alexci Dominque]

Alex shook a little, as though shivering in his spot. But he pulled up the weapon to hold it in both of his hands, as though if he let go for a second he would lose it completely. The Dark Fey’s laughter made him want to continue to laugh, so he did, but in small courses. He would breathe for a second and then continue with the chuckling, until it died in something like a mutter. Think. For he was here to save someone, to rescue them and take them away. He was here to destroy --

The Light Fey moved his gaze to look at Silvar, as though he had just seen him for the first time. Dark Fey. Kill it! He had felt the urge in his muscles pull him forward, for that is what he did. He would betray those closest to him to take down the evil within. As he lifted his weapon for a second, acting like he was going to strike at the other male in a second, he had hammered the weapon down into the ground again. There was a loud crack, much like thunder -- a sound that the other male had heard before.

Weapon met water again, but this time it wasn’t without ill intent. Alex had created a sudden shock go through out the water, a subtle source of power, refusing to control it completely. It would not harm anyone in the area, but it would certainly cause everything around the Feys to have static. Dare they touch metal?

“The main course, with a beverage of water,” he snapped, almost snorting at the terribly bad pun.

[Silvar]

It was all just a little too much, but it felt like a game again, and Silv's instincts went on edge with the way the Light Fey rose his weapon. But it was still so backwards even he didn't understand, and again with the sound of thunder he thought of their first meeting, the boy coughing and hacking like no tomorrow.

And there was almost a buzz in the air, a strange thing from a stranger thing and at the other's words he did give in to the urge to laugh again, a bit less dark somehow, but still just as royally unstable and not all there. It was fucking hilarious, and his wings curled around him a little as he almost had to double over.

But it stopped so abruptly, and he straightened (with a bit of a sideways lean), though the evidence of the laugh was still on his lips as he felt all the tiniest hairs stand on end and his thoughts seemed to scramble a bit.

"Aren't you just full of surprises? But how can you eat me if I eat you first?"

[Alexci Dominque]

“Then we shall eat each other!” Alex burst out, as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. There around the Light Fey’s hand was a bright light, no, electricity. It seemed to go in unnatural patterns around his fingers, the light now being attracted to the pole. While it spark traveled its way down through the handle of Alexci’s weapon, he had lifted it out of the water just in time. If he hadn’t, then he would be having fried fish and Silvar for dinner.

At this moment, he turned in a little circle. Avoiding puddles of water somehow. He seemed to be trying to make himself dizzy, or perhaps he was dancing. The light filled up the darkness again, as though what had just happened never really existed at all. Speaking over what to eat, he felt a slight tinge in his stomach. He hadn’t had anything to eat when he made his journey out to the Fissure. He was hungry. Alex stopped his moving and looked at Silvar, as though really considering about eating him.

The weapon he was holding seemed to disappear (all it had really done was turn back into a small vial). There was still something cupped in the Light Fey’s hand, and he started to whistle. “I am hungry…” he said, looking depressed, despite the fact the mask was covering most of his face.

[Silvar]

Perplexed, but intrigued, Silv watched the Light Fey's ridiculous behavior, the quirk of his lips hard to contain when the boy stopped to simply stare at him. He had the most bizarre urge to ruffle the other Fey's hair, and it didn't make a lick of sense to him, but as the weapon disappeared he put the idea aside.

Hungry? Hadn't he been hungry, too? For something entirely different, and something dark played across his eyes for a moment at the sight of the boy. Indeed.

So he was moving again, once more toward the other Fey, though why he was so drawn was still a mystery, still a baffling thing that this boy could so throw him for a loop. He thought it looked almost like Alexci was pouting.

"Well, dearheart, what about your promise?" he said, matter of factly, though a silly sort of thing, he had said he would hold the Fey to it.

And what a strange thing to hold someone to.

[Alexci Dominque]

Silvar approached Alexci; Alexci did not approach Silvar. A few steps closer and it would all be over, for he would eat the Dark Fey -- rather hungry enough to do so. It was like the other male was testing grounds that shouldn’t be tested. Alexci was quick all of a sudden, only moving his arms out so that he could place his palms upon the other Fey. Not like Silvar would exactly struggle from him in the first place, but he held him still. Then just as quickly, Alex dropped his lower jaw.

Leaning forward he placed his mouth to Silvar’s neck and bit into him. It was by no means a friendly bite, but a real one. The Dark Fey’s flesh was pinched in-between Alexci’s teeth, only causing the flesh to open in small scratch wounds, rather than actually taking a chunk off. While he wasn’t a cannibal, would it be proper to go back on his promise?

When had been done biting Silvar, he removed his mouth from the boy’s neck. Alexci’s lips were stained with the other boy’s blood, his teeth no longer white but crimson. The Light Fey stood there, staring at the neck, as though intrigued he had actually done it. He had yet to swallow any of the blood.

“…”