Broken Stones and Whispers (open)

[Silvar]

It really was no secret that Silv was a thrice damned soul, though perhaps a few of the reasons were secrets, after all. One died not far from here, and none were the wiser to it, for it was a secret he confided in nobody, and it seemed that now one stood before him, backing away with a funny look and he had to quirk his lips up into a bit of an out of place grin (however tired) as his own arm lowered once more.

Late, for him, had already come and gone, as it had been almost a full day since he'd last slept, but something in him, tired as he was, wasn't ready to end this confrontation (meeting? conversation?). He found himself sickeningly content to look at the boy, and he was starting to give up the fight.

"Should you?" was a tilt of his head, a relaxation of his stance. "Because I can't seem to find it in me to agree," because a part of him somewhere wanted to drag him down, to tarnish him, to keep him until he grew bored of him, and he didn't have the energy to question it.

Even still, he had a feeling he would end up seeing this Fey again, despite their opposite nature. Did opposites not attract? How strange that notion was, but it was a notion he so resented for all the trouble it could get him into in situations like this.

Again, he thought he'd like to know the boy's name, but couldn't seem to find the words.

[Alexci Dominque]

Peaceful, was it? Alexci couldn’t keep the grin off from his face. How had he done that? To project such a presence that something so far beyond redemption could simply relax? Had Silvar wished to not see Alex go? Because that was the idea that the Light Fey was getting at. Somewhere in his thoughts he wanted to ask the other male, ‘Will you be lonely?’ But he had not, finding no need to stretch out another wave of conversation, battle or whatever this meeting became. He had been gone, for how long? For the journey to the Fissure was not a quick thing from the Light Kingdom.

“I should,” he said, nodding his head, still with that grin. “Come to think of it… how rude of me! I have not given you a name, but I am Alexci,” and that was all he could share, not wanting to affiliate with any Surnames just incase Silvar had been an older one, and knew of his bloodline. “If you ever want to be saved, for I believe in possibilities, feel free to send a letter!”

That was the safest way of communication now. Simply scroll and ink. Their meeting had been taboo from the start, and when he would return home to his bed, that sense of guild would rise. It was then during those nights he would hide away under his pillow and blankets, and feel the need to suffocate. Unnaturally, he would wake up the next day, and be content, forgetful.

The wings shifted downward, as though he had been sad for a moment, eyes glazing. Maybe he was sad.

[Silvar]

Eyelids lowered slightly as Silv gazed at the Fey before him, at that grin, and if he could admit it to himself, he truly did not want this meeting to end.

But there it was, the name he had found the urge to seek after but not the words to ask, and he turned it over in his mind as he listened to the boy speak again of being saved, and though he knew it was not a possibility, he wondered if he truly minded the other Fey trying.

"Well then, Alexci," because he had to try the name out on his tongue, the sound of it like such a beautiful sin from his lips, "you can call me Silvar." It was polite to give one's name, but because he didn't care about manners, it was an entirely different reason he gave his to this strange thing.

"And you are certainly free to try and save me, however futile it might be," because it would be an excuse to meet again, and in the end, there could be no shadow without light.

[Alexci Dominque]

While Silvar was free to simple the Light Fey’s name, he had not responded back. He merely leaned forward, as though he was bowing toward the other male. There was no reason to fight someone who was already weakened, and he had certainly saved someone today. But he was late when it came to the Light Kingdom’s timing, and if he dared to overstep his boundaries -- something bad could happen. After he had bowed, he leaned back to give Silvar a meaningful glance.

“We shall see,” was all he said, turning around to give the Dark fey a full glance of his wings. They shifted outward slightly, as though ruffled by himself. And in a second Alexci had moved quickly, the pull of air causing a few translucent feathers to pull off from his wings and float down upon the dirty stone beneath them. If anyone had followed a specific feather and had bothered to look at the place Alexci once stood -- no one would be there.

Nothing but air.

[Silvar]

There was a strange, sinking feeling within him (no matter how odd he'd felt at that rather meaningful look), and the curve of Silv's lips faded slowly as Alexci turned away, the way those wings looked stirring up so much within him that he was far too exhausted to try and process.

He had watched the slow path of one of the feathers, had known the boy to be gone now and felt the full force of how worn he'd become, his feet feeling heavy for the few paces it took to get to where the Light Fey had been standing. He crouched down, for the sole purpose of snatching one of those feathers up, spinning it between his fingers and touching it briefly to his lips as he stood again, feeling once more hollow.

There was nothing left to do here, no reason to linger, and so he let the feather fall from his grasp and stretched his wings, turning away from the place and leaving, his focus so gone that he didn't even think to look for or notice whether the Water Fey was or wasn't still there.

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

As both Fey disappeared the Water Divine was left in utter shock by the exchange, unsure how to take in the whole scene. One minute the fight close to one life being claimed and then released. She was more than grateful as the Dark Fey had left, but the Light Fey...

His appearance and sudden disappearance intrigued the girl who hid herself once the Dark Fey had been left alone with her. She stayed there, breath held until she was sure she was left safe and alone. Her heart was beating, quick as she rose up from her hiding spot. A fight between a Dark Fey and Light Fey, it had been intense, but to see someone who had been so eager to mindlessly slaughter her just for being there, the sudden change in the Dark Fey with the other...

Pulling herself up she stumbled, pain shooting across her body. She couldn't linger any longer, too afraid that another Fey, or the Dark Fey from before would return eager to finish the job. From the bridge Eleri stumbled back through the fields towards the safe territories, not looking back at the castle, too afraid to stare back at the growing darkness and the empty grave of a building.