Broken Stones and Whispers (open)

[Silvar]

He'd almost expected the Light Fey to just stand there, perplexed and having forgotten, as it would have made just as much sense as what actually happened. Those hands to hold him still were a small thrill, and he remembered how confused he'd been from thinking too much about it when the boy had first touched him.

What was truly something, though, was the bite itself, the pain being the thing he could focus on the least, strangely enough. He felt the boy's teeth, certainly, then his lips, eyelids lowering even before the sharp pinch, the sting, and it was certainly nothing nice, breath caught with the stirring of something somewhere. He was almost sad to feel the boy let go, but while the strange Fey was focused on the mark he'd placed with intrigue, Silv was focused on the blood that stained those pretty lips.

"My turn..." was a rough exhale, because hadn't he said he would too? But his goal wasn't to make the Light Fey bleed. More to clean up the mess he'd made, and where the other had simply held him still (just enough, because he wasn't a flight risk, but with the strange thing here it was hard to say), he felt the need to hold on to the boy's shirt a bit better than he'd been held on to as he dipped his head for a quick swipe of his tongue up the trail of blood that came from the corner of the other's mouth.

[Alexci Dominque]

Alex was frozen, unused to such contact, let alone trying to register that he did bite someone. He had expected some sort of rebelling gesture to come from Silvar, to finally ignite a fight. Nothing had happened, instead the situation became backwards. Silvar was close to his face, the tongue lathering up the trail of blood as though it was the last drop of liquor. The Light Fey almost had looked horrified, eyebrows slightly raised in surprise. The scent of blood was filling his nostrils, much more intense from the old blood coming off for the Water Fey.

With his hands steady upon Silvar’s shoulders, he seemed to shift a little. Reflexes caused a surge of powers to escape through him, out his fingertips to suddenly shock Silvar. It was an intense shock, too. Much like walking into an electric fence. What was even worse was that Alexci couldn’t seem to control it, either. Trying his best, he seemed to take a few hindered steps backwards.

His flesh was glowing then, graced in a sort of artificial light. There was nothing that could stop him from going haywire now, for all these uncertain emotions were shifting through him. He had released Silvar completely now, allowing the air to simply create a buzz between the two, the static intense that surely if he ran into water now, Alexci would fry himself to death.

Curiously, Alex lifted the hand to his face, touching the spot that Silvar had licked. He at least had some sort of immunity, despite the glow under his fingernails saying they were encompassed with power. “Eel isn’t very good,” he sounded sad.

[Silvar]

Silv had been fixated on the blood, yes, but had kept his eyes focused on Alexci's face, and the shifting reactions there gave him a warning. A warning he didn't have time to heed before the pain hit, and it caused a jerk, a stagger, a hitched breath and he wasn't sure how he managed to stay on his feet at all.

And when it stopped he could still feel it buzzing in the air and through his bones, a fine tremor still present in his muscles as he remembered how to breathe, not moving from the haggard stance he'd fallen into as he tried to will his pulse to stop racing, eyes refocusing on the glowing thing before him. A shaky breath passed his lips and he thought through the frazzled haze that he probably deserved that on some level.

A more masochistic thought, however...

"Mind if we try that again? Maybe without the whole," he made a vague gesture, fingers still shaking, "you know."

Because the Light Fey was still quite a mess, and so was he.

[Alexci Dominque]

Try again? Try what? It was like what had just happened was lost to him, for none of it truly made sense. He had bitten the Dark Fey, for it was a promise. But what had Silvar wanted more of? To lick his own blood? Well, Silv could just bite himself, then. For Alex didn’t feel comfortable with that type of closeness. Let alone, he had never actually been kissed and a tongue near his mouth had been rather dead close. So… what if his virgin mouth fell to such a greedy predator? What a damn quandary! The Light Fey lowered his hand from his face a little.

The eyes appeared truly frightened beneath the mask. He was shaking himself, a reaction from electricity rattling through his bones. He had not felt truly sorry for shocking the Dark Fey, because it was well deserved -- Silvar hurt a girl, and thus the pain would be returned. Or so that is how Alexci wanted to process the situation. “I can’t,” he said in a plea, crouching suddenly.

The Light Fey placed his hands over the eye sockets of his mask, hiding his face within his arms. He didn’t want to be seen right now; he was searching for a dark spot in-between his arms, to stop the overpower light. Alexci never truly thought of using Silvar’s shadow to calm his raging soul, for he was bitter for even asking for help in the first place.

Tick tock, tick tock.

[Silvar]

A heavy shiver, and Silv managed to get mostly back to himself, but the Light Fey on the other hand... He'd seemed so impervious, and yet there he was, looking for all the world like he'd been thoroughly violated.

Violated, certainly, but not in the way he looked like he'd been.

He straightened, perplexed as yet another side shone through, and he felt something unsure (how often it was happening now) at the sound of the boy's voice, and how he hid. Normally, he would've taken pride in breaking something like that, taken advantage of it, but this entire situation was far from normal, and cautiously (still a bit shakily), he took a step forward.

He didn't know how to handle this. Hadn't ever needed to (or wanted to, or cared to), and the boy seemed like just that in that moment. Childish.

"You're making a mess," wasn't the gentlest thing he could have said, but he'd never been known for being gentle, and the statement was true, because the blood was surely making a mess. Though after a moment, he stepped further forward, right up within a foot of the boy.

Confused and irritated with himself, he dropped down into a crouch before the hiding Light Fey, wings curved up and stretched outward so as not to drag the ground in this position (and despite the glow they cast a heavy shadow). "Hey," he said, when the previous statement didn't seem to get a response, realizing he didn't have a name to call the strange one, but not asking for it because he shouldn't need it (didn't want to need it).

It irritated him that even in this state he couldn't harm the Light, irritated him that he even cared at all what this Fey was doing. He wanted the quirky, strange thing back, though, because this thing here was too pathetic.

"Is that all...?" he breathed out, wondering if he'd been wrong.

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

The distraction of the new Fey had been a surprise to Eleri, a relief who even if providing only a few minute of safety. However, even as she prepared to defend herself the young Water Fey found herself forgotten in some bizarre meeting between the two. By what she over heard the two had met before, and in this distraction she pulled back further.

Getting to the bridge she dropped her shield down, using the water to heal the shallow wounds. Hiding herself away she continued to watch the interactions. She hunkered down, continued weaving her magic, watching carefully in case she suddenly would have to fight. However, for the blood thirsty display the dark fey had put on before towards her it seemed so strange now watching him. Pulling further away across the bridge she just continued to watch, entralled by the exchange even as her body screamed in pain and her thoughts still wavering from the loss of blood.

[Alexci Dominque]

Steps came closer to him, he could hear them, and feel the vibration through out the ground. The blood that was on Alexci’s face smeared now, all over his hands and slightly spotting up the edge of his mask, creating frays of red. He had not answered Silvar for a reason, for the retreat had to be completely thorough. However, the other male was in destructive to come any closer to the Light Fey. It was that crouch that caused the fingers to part, creating a crack so that the gold could appear through. There was an insane smile foiled all over his expression.

And it was sudden. Alexci launched himself out of his position to tackle Silvar. He was not relentless when it came to the fact that Silvar’s wings were out and that the impact to the ground could cause pain. All Alexci had known was that this was a terrible situation, and that the glowing all around him was intoxicating. He had desired to release it and Silvar was a willing candidate, or so it seemed. The Light Fey had his fingers reaching for the boy’s neck.

He sent shocking vibrations through his arms, to stun the boy from moving. And he continued to hold Silvar down with his weight, attempting to choke the life out from his lungs. “Time to surrender!” he said through another stream of uncanny laughter.

[Silvar]

The crazed look, Silv had to admit to himself, was a step above the horrified look from moments before, but the second the Light Fey launched himself at him the shadows surged and he cursed how stupid this too pretty thing made him.

Fuck was the first thought that crossed his mind as he hit the ground and the sharp feathers of his wings dug through his shirt and sliced at his back, not the worst pain but certainly not in any way comfortable but those fingers-

The second thought was that it was so ironic that Death had to be at the hands of-

There was that jolt again, and as his jaw clenched there was a flicker of panic in his eyes, a flash of a memory and pain worse than pain and ohgod as the shadows curled and coiled and pushed out from him with a force that shook the ground and cracked the stone, a surge. He couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't process a thing but the screaming in his head that told him to live, to kill, and the shadows turned sharp, because he'd already been slipping from the start, but pain and Light had caused him to snap.

The look in his eyes showed just how deep he'd fallen in that moment as if the sprawling mass of blackness that seemed to rise from every crack and corner and turn sharp didn't show it clearly enough in the way it turned on the Light Fey atop him with every intention of getting him away and to kill him.

[Alexci Dominque]

Impeccable Light was coming off of Alexci, and he continued to hold onto that neck as the intent to kill filled his veins. The shocks started to cease slightly, and his eyes were manifested in what looked like pure-white, floating in what was once the color of gold. There was a sense of darkness behind him, and the light off of Alex reflected back to it, warning the Untouchable to heed his back or else he would die. The laughter hitched as he turned his head slightly, seeing the sharp blades of shadows above him. In a blink of the eye, Alexci was off of the Silvar, his movements liquid.

At once his wings ascended into the space behind him. The feathers were bright, aglow, lighting up the area around him like a halo. The hands that had once held to Silvar were in the air, as though reaching for something beyond his grasp. For air, perhaps?

Now it was apparent that his mouth was now a maroon color, no longer a freshly painted crimson, for the blood had dried against the magnitude of light. “Darkness, my dear, do you not want to see through my eyes?!” he bellowed out, in a wondrous tone of voice, as though instilled with pleasant thoughts. Alexci had a terrible method in fighting, creating vast distances.

It was like the halo around Alex pushed forward, wanting to take over the space that held Silvar. “Let yourself be swept away~~!”

[Silvar]

As he sucked in a breath and air rushed back into his lungs, Silvar's eyes seemed to focus and unfocus, the crimson almost aglow, and out of instinct rather than any real realization, he rolled off of his back, wings steadying him to his feet as the blood dripped down his back, clung to the feathers. An itch.

There was Light before him, and it was all he registered, lost in a maelstrom of things that fought for attention inside his head but what sang louder than the rest was what he acted on, and it felt like replaying the past as silver dripped from his wrists and formed blades.

Never wanted to hurt you- a flicker of pain, something deep, and the shadows curled around him, drawn from every corner of the space.

Never wanted to kill you- and he set the darkness free against the light, feeling for the world a dead thing.

It should have been me-

"Why..." he breathed, a choked sort of sound as everything was twisting so out of control around him, sharp, jagged shapes jutting up from the ground and tearing the already decrepit stone apart as his eyes seemed to flicker hollow, vacant as he focused in on Alexci. He had no control over where it went, but it wanted to swallow the Light, wanted the bright thing to die even if he himself couldn't bear it, and they went after the Fey with what seemed like a mind of their own.

[Alexci Dominque]

Alexci’s eyes could see everything. He could see the way the darkness twisted near him, to take him under, as to swallow him like an appetizer. But he retaliated suddenly, moving himself out of the jagged path. And it was like he was no longer afraid, but simply calm. The Light fey closed his eyes in harmony, listening to the misery all around them. Again, he was moving faster, literally at the speed of light. Where he had once been before the Dark fey, now he was behind, much like his entrance.

There was no weapon of Light this time around. Light continued to progress forth from around him, but it was merely rays of warmth. There had been no malice in his presence to begin with, for he was not allowed to use such tactics. If he had merely got permission from those higher up, then this would be over in seconds, under a flash. For he could create the lightest things out of the darkest situations. And here he was now, near to Silvar’s shoulder as he reached the hand full of light.

He had placed the palm upon Silvar’s head, the touch full of static and warmth. “Why must you fight?” he asked, wanting to give up the opportunity, for the surrender would be more easier. “Just accept me, dark one, it is painless,” he hummed, as though he had not been the one to hold down Silvar to cut off his air.

[Silvar]

There was such a pounding pulse in his head, and everything seemed to move in slow motion, everything but the Fey before him.

Now the Fey behind him.

It was abrupt, the way the shadows slid back towards him, life flickering back into dead eyes with the Light's touch and as before he stilled, the darkness twitching in revolt but the excuse to stop was there and he was so tired, so torn around the edges from all this back and forthing. He let his eyes close, chaos in his thoughts seeming to clear as quickly as it had come, though for how long was anyone's guess.

Such polar opposites, and it drew a dry laugh from him, sound cracked and with little amusement.

"And then what?" His arm seemed to move on its own, fingers reaching for the hand that disrupted his thoughts so easily. He wasn't even sure what the question was about, the words having just slipped out and oh how ragged he felt, how raw.

"Nothing about you is painless..."

[Alexci Dominque]

“I am here to save your soul,” Alexci said smoothly, keeping his hand still upon Silvar’s head. The pads of his fingertips were pressed into the other male’s skull. He could have shocked the boy’s brain, perhaps make him foam at the mouth. However, he did no such thing, feeling resurrected by the light. White, translucent wings spread out a little as he encircled the Dark Fey, moving himself to stare quizzically at the face that now had closed eyes. Perhaps the male could feel the resonating calm from Alexci, as though things were afloat and misplaced. Like a high.

He leaned upward, toward Silvar now, feeling the dried blood crack against his flesh every time he spoke. “We will forgive you, come with me, we will save you,” he murmured in a chant, the hand keeping still beneath the other male’s grasp. It was like he was one of those recruiting officers, always harping at the unsuspecting victim, unaware of the diversity that compelled them to even say no in the first place.

“You must,” he chanted, a lovely smile making the look on his face rather amusing.

[Silvar]

The Dark Fey couldn't help but laugh again, the same sound, when the Light spoke of saving his soul. It was such a foreign, impossible concept, and as the other shifted so did his eyes open again, a spark in them however dull.

The Fey spoke of savior and forgiveness, and his shoulders twitched, an incredible itch starting to crawl its way across the drying blood on his back and this Fey spoke of savior and forgiveness and his mind was talking circles again, not making sense.

Or maybe this thing, this nameless thing was what was senseless, and he felt a little dizzy, fingers almost clinging to the boy's hand now in a way he didn't understand right at the moment. Those lips were smiling again, and the sheer contrast of the white of his wings brought a dull ache to the surface of his thoughts. Instead of smiling back, his lips straightened, a barely downturned line.

"You cannot save me," he whispered, as if it were a secret, "for I am infinitely damned."

That Fey had tried, too, but it had cost dearly, so dearly in the end, and now here he was again.

[Alexci Dominque]

The Light Fey shifted a little, the hand upon the other male’s head started to digress. He had pulled it out to place it back at his side, and his wings shifted backwards, as though using his own body to shield them from the Dark Fey. There was an inhale at first, as though he had forgot to breathe for a second. Was it true? To be so far damned that there was no possible way to save? For this must have meant Silvar had shed blood in large amounts. When he thought of his blood, it made him want to shrivel inside of himself.

“Such a shame,” he said quietly, as though it really was a secret. However, his shoulders shrugged and he glanced around as though noticing that half the day was already ended. Someone from his home would notice that he had been missing, and he did not want to frightening them now. Not during times like this. Alexci started to take receding steps backward, a funny smile all over his face. “Oh, if we could see the time, I would tell you to look at it. For it is awfully late..”

And if the Water Fey was still here to linger in danger, it was not his problem now.

“Perhaps I should be going~”