Producing No Wine [Alexci]

[Alexci Dominque]

Her surrender is what made Alexci shake finally, the grasp around his weapon weak. Although he had not dropped the weapon made of Light, it had recoiled and faded back to its small canvassed vial. The small sheath of his weapon then dropped to the ground, and his wing folded back, as though it was far too heavy to even keep them out. There was no more will in him to be angered. She was innocent in her convictions, and he was wrong to have been physical with her. While he had said sorry before, he truly doubt it reached her. How many times did he apologize in a day?

Sorry, boy. Sorry, girl. Very, very sorry.

Females. While his eyes, still aglow, remained on Giselle, he appeared to be staring outward, focusing on a flower that was adorned in the bushes of the garden. From that day on, he could never truly harm anyone. It had been impossible to live on killing intent, so he took in guilt lovingly. After all, Fey could only forgive vices, not mistakes. Giselle had offended the Light’s laws, not Alexci, for he harbored no personal liking for himself. Meek now, he seemed to stagger. The Light fey started to sink slowly now, his vision slowly going black.

Alexci was on his knees, the pain now unbearable. He had wanted to close his eyes, to stay out of touch with this pulsing. Yet, he deserved this, and there was a small friendly smile on his features. “You really don’t need my apology, I overreacted, is all.” His voice sounded drugged, airy, and distant. Perhaps the pain was intoxicating, for he knew he deserved far worse than being belittled by a female. Someone should have really commended him to death.

Despite all the warmth of the atmosphere, and the heat all around, he started to feel cold. “My apologies, Madame, for bleeding all over the place..”

[Giselle]

“Everyone has their time of overreaction. I have done it many times; it seems I did it now as well. Perhaps I am touchier then I think.” Giselle offered him a smile, but it was more sad then cheerful and she wrapped her arms around her self suddenly feeling rather cold. Somehow things had changed here. The onlookers that had refused to participate in the dramatics were still watching, gossiping mouths moving and ears perked at the ready. Stupid annoying harpies.

Giselle moved forward, then hesitated. She should leave him be, move on and go back home. The damage was already done and for sure someone would come to heal him if he would allow that. While she was a nice person she was also wary of certain things and constantly screwing up when it came to making friends. Here again was another attempt, screwed up…ruined.

Her brows quirked at his last words and she laughed. “You…you are apologizing to me? For bleeding? It is my entire fault that you are bleeding and your kingdom on which it is happening. I think I need leave now before something happens and the alliance is questioned due to such hasty actions.” There were suddenly seeds in the Earthen Warrior’s hands and she tossed them on the ground, creating flowers to cover the blood and follow any trace he would leave if there was still ground. All it took was a few words and some concentration. It would not be good to make the ground stained with blood.

“I’m sorry, so sorry. I wanted to be friends. I always screw this up.”

[Alexci Dominque]

Alexci’s pupils appeared to take up the gold now, as though he was trying to see the contrast of light, to the color of the female’s hair. It was much like the blood; the very blood that she was covering. And while she had mended the earth, there was no way she could mend the wounds and his tattered clothing. Right now, he was seeing a different person than what he had met before. The girl was brave, had an air about her, now she appeared to be frantic, concerned. This sort of emotion kept the light fey smiling, that such care could possibly still exist.

“Warrior Giselle,” he said faintly, aware that there were several Light fey pausing to stare out to the gazebo. To them it would he hard to tell that Alexci was damaged, considering the fountain was obstructing the full view. It was safe to say that Alex was at peace, and that he was as his usual self: weird. “I believe your words, and sometimes we can’t help but make mistakes --”

There was a sudden shift in him, and it pulled him dark, he felt completely cold. Perhaps it was the feeling Giselle was experiencing, and he had caught it like a common cold. Mistakes happen, some are unforgivable, but this situation certainly was. He understood perfectly how powers had their own inhibitions. That is what made Giselle perfect for her role. Alexci understood that Giselle must leave now, to save her grace; her position. Alexci would come up with a tale of his own. It wasn’t like this was the first time he showed up with wounds.

“Before you go, Giselle..” he held onto her name, as though it was the sweetest thing, “.. You don’t deserve someone like me as a friend, you’ll find Fey worthy of your friendship elsewhere.” And he had meant it, for he was not the type to make friends. Alexci’s wings disappeared finally, and his eyes appeared distant, “Thank you, for the hope, at least.”