[ Not that Armand is really much of a Christmas celebrator, as it were, except occasionally in concert alongside others who are, but never mind that; enough people seem observant of the Judeo-Christian winter holidays here that, if only for appearances and propriety's sake, Armand would feel somewhat remiss not to make the gesture towards those he has become reasonably friendly with, in the event they might see not doing so as a slight, or at the very least a mark of rudeness, rather than simple non-participation in a tradition that has never been, nor felt like, his own.
Alexander is not among those Armand imagines would in either case (and besides, he has already gone to the trouble of giving Armand a very lovely gift of his own, as well) but he will find at the base of his tree three impeccably gift-wrapped combs made of mother-of-pearl, ivory, and gold and ivory respectively, accompanied by a small, square card simply marked "— 𝓐". ]
[In the delicately-wrapped package is a shallow, decoratively sculpted cosmetics box in a bright teal quartz. it has three empty compartments inside for Alex to fill with whatever cosmetics he likes]
[ Outside of Alexander's door, a short while after the holidays, is a basket and a note. Neither is quite as lovely as what he'd gifted her, but inside he'll find a handful of baked goods that, judging by the sloppy appearance and halfway-decent quality, were hand-made by Maelle herself.
Bonne année, Alexander. And thanks for the gift. Sorry this took so long...been a lot going on lately and I honestly lost track of time.
These won't be as good as yours, but I wanted to return the favour. Maybe by this time next year they'll be a lot better if I can keep practising.
Thank you for everything. It means a lot that you've been there for me every time I needed it, and even sometimes when I didn't know it was what I needed.
Here's to more baking and less of all the bad stuff this year.
[A lot has certainly happened, so it isn't a surprise to him that he's remained inside of the treehouse with the curtains drawn. Both slumber and catatonia setting in as he remained unaware of the happenings outside of the treehouse. He was safe here, for the time being that is. Undisturbed and unbothered throughout the days that passed here.
Still, in his catatonic state, he feels a presence here and there. It's familiar to him and warm. It's safe, his brain tells him, so he remains asleep throughout the month. Tired of thinking, and tired of moving.
The month passes, and he finds himself coming out what feels like hibernation to him. Blurred vision glancing around the darkness, only to spot a familiar person sitting on the spare bed beside him. Her smaller frame, and long hair making it obvious to who was there. She did have the key, and he even made up a bed for her to lay in if she wanted to stay.]
Oh... You're here.
[He feels tired and emotionally exhausted. Yet, seeing her is enough to make a smile appear on his tired face.]
Ah.
[Something comes to mind. That presence. Someone shifting about here and there. The smell of fresh bread and butter. His body must have unconsciously known, and thus, stayed asleep. Even if she was moving around.]
So you are the one that stayed here... I'm sorry. It must have been boring while I was... "Asleep".
[ She's been checking up on Alexander (fretfully) since he seemed to...go to sleep, or something more concerning. It's hard for her to tell, and she'd had no idea who to ask for a second opinion, when it'd first happened. So...on one such occasion when she'd stopped by to both assess his condition and hide away from the rest of the world, Maelle is startled into uttering a curse by his sudden awakening. ]
Alexander, are you — [ She doesn't touch him, knowing his preferences, but hovers in agitation, brows deeply furrowed. ] ...Okay? You've been...like this for a month. Maybe longer. I thought...
[ Her stomach twists and the despair is plain in her face even as she tries to mask it a little. ]
I'm so glad you're okay. [ She mumbles, clenching and unclenching her fists are her side. ] So don't apologize to me. Just...tell me what happened.
[It may come as a surprise to her that he seems to grab her forearm without any sense of hesitation or fear that would normally come with trying to do this. Not that he would do it to anyone, but there is a sort of desperation in his grip to keep her close. Although, he keeps a distance between the two so that she isn't uncomfortable with his presence being so close to her. He knows that he needs to give her some space, too, just in case.
Scott's departure did a number on him, and it feels like Maelle may be the only sibling figure that he has left. He wants to latch onto it as much as he can, in fear that she'll disappear too.]
... Huh?
[Asleep or catatonic for a month. Or both. It sounds familiar. That look that she gives him is even more familiar to him. The look of despair and fear.
Still, he owes her an explanation. It doesn't stop him from letting his head drop to hide his face. He fears that if she were to see him be weak, then she might judge him for it. Even though, deep down, he knows that she'd be the last person to judge him for being. Normal.]
... It is hard to describe, and I have learned that it's more of a modern thing than anything.
[Alexander lets go, letting his eyes peer up into her own again.]
It just happens. There are times where my body becomes numb and overwhelmed with sadness that I cannot get rid of. It is quite severe, and I have been given medicine for it but I suppose it was one of those... Months. It would be dangerous; but my anatomy is different from a normal person's.
[He shifts in his bed a bit, letting his eyes wander to the other bed that he put in here for her. It's been used a few times, it seems.]
[ In many ways, Alexander is still such a mystery to her, and not only because of this. The way that he reaches out as if to make sure she's real, steadying himself with a hand at her arm... The teenager frowns softly, taking it all in with a lot of questions that she keeps contained within herself. ]
"Modern?" ...Oh. You mean...it's only started happening recently? [ Why? Because of the fae? She huffs out an exhale at the idea that their captors might be inflicting even more hardship on some of them than usual, defensiveness flaring up within her. But...he goes on to explain and that inner fire quiets down again as she listens. ]
I'm sorry. [ She offers gently. It sounds like the kinds of things all the 33s were struggling with after the beach. Number. Overwhelmed with sadness.
It's the kind of thing she's been feeling a lot here lately, too. ]
Does anyone else in your family have this happen to them? [ Maelle asks, shifting her weight a little where she sits. Hopefully it isn't too invasive. ] Or is it just you?
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[It comes to mind that he should be the one to apologize. That's what he's been doing for the last several centuries when his body gives in like this. He worries everyone when he's in this state, and then he continues to worry people when he wakes up from his stupor. This is no different.
He wants to open his mouth to apologize, but his words fall short when she shows empathy to him. He would have expected it from his family, and his friends back home that had to deal with it once in awhile but... Truly, when he thinks about it, she stands with those people.]
No... I was born with it. There was not a word for it when I was born but modern doctors and researchers have given it a word.
[He's too tired to think about the proper wording. Instead, he just focuses on her question, which... Makes him feel awful. He doesn't know why, but it does. He tries to hide it on his face, and looks down instead.]
It's just me. It's just me.
[Alexander tries not to sound bitter as his words are hissed out.]
[ She tilts her head to indicate her quiet curiosity, but doesn't press when he doesn't define it. He'll share when he's ready, if that's something he'll ever be. ]
It's okay. [ Maelle stresses, concerned most of all by the way he's acting: blaming himself for something clearly beyond his control, and which hadn't done her any harm (beyond worrying). The teenager just shakes her head to dismiss his apologies, sitting back and continuing to frown at him as if ready to chastise him for any further self-flagellation. ] Really, Alexander. I'm just glad you're okay.
[ The idea of losing anyone else is...too much. So she's more than happy to just focus on the relief that his waking up brings her. ]
Things've been...okay, yeah. [ They haven't, but she isn't going to burden him with that when he's just woken up. ] I can catch you up once you've had some time to really wake up. Maybe...get something to eat?
[It's been several centuries, and even now, he feels like he has to explain. It's not just toward her, but everyone. His loved ones especially. They always give him the same answer though. The same one that Maelle gives. It's comforting, but it doesn't stop the guilt. Those awful thoughts that he's had for several centuries now. The ones that attack him the most when he's at his most vulnerable.
It takes him a full minute to close his eyes. He only cries in front of the people he trusts the most. It's a silent cry, though, and Maelle might be able to see a few tears falling from his eyes that he closes away. He can only hope that the darkness of the room makes it hard to notice.]
...?
[That's an odd reaction. Something has clearly happened -- something or maybe someone? He doesn't know yet, but he wants to know. He's tired, but it's hard to deny that sharp, almost murderous look. Not at her, but at whatever might have happened.
The look is terrifying.]
... I do not need to eat or drink to survive; my anatomy is different.
[He hasn't really spoken about it to anyone. It didn't really matter in hindsight, but he didn't want to worry her. He's done that enough. Like he always does.]
[ Her breath hitches when she sees the tears and she assumes something's wrong, but...she doesn't comment. It's possible he doesn't want her to see, after all, and so she glances away out of respect for him, though her concerned expression and pinched brow remain. ]
Right. I forgot. [ That he doesn't need to eat or drink. They'd met after he'd baked for her, after all, and so she tends to associate him with food to a degree. ] Sorry.
[ Not that he'd made her feel bad for it, of course, but because it seems like an important thing to remember. Maelle is immediately distracted by the question, though, and she stiffens a little as he asks. ]
I... [ Where to begin? But just as quickly as the thought occurs to her, she banishes it with a sharp shake of her head. ] No, that isn't important right now. I want to make sure you're okay. And I'm fine, alright?
[ At least for now. She can be fine to ensure she's able to look after Alexander. ]
[He can't seem to keep that pointed stare for too long. If she doesn't want to talk about it right now, then she doesn't. He isn't mad about that at all, but it doesn't make him feel less terrible for being incapacitated. He can't help it at times; it's just what his body does but. When he wakes up and hears that something has happened, he can't help but feel disappointed in himself.
For being this way.]
... I'm fine.
[He truly looks like a bear that just came out of hibernation, though. His hair is all over the place and his pinions are likely covering the blankets underneath him. Though, he still looks exhausted. Not exhausted enough to not move his body, scooting toward the middle of it so that Maelle can have a place to sit if she should want to sit there. Though, there was a bed ajar to them if she didn't feel comfortable sitting by him.]
Truly, I am. I will likely just lay in bed for a few more days before I stand up and do something else.
[A pause.]
You caught me at a good time... Being awake before I fall asleep again. Though, I suppose I would just be laying in bed -- not dead to the world.
[Unlike himself, Maelle does need to eat or drink something. He figures that she's familiar with the layout of this place to find herself some snacks if she were hungry. As for water...]
How long have you been here for? Did you eat or drink water?
Okay. [ She has to trust that he's being honest...to a degree, though her fretfulness is plain on her face anyway. ] You'll message me if you need anything though, right? I'm not gonna let you...I dunno, keep quiet 'cause you think it's a bother.
[ He doesn't seem the type, but maybe he could be if he felt it was imposing on her. And there's nothing Maelle wants less than to feel like someone she cares about is struggling, but not telling her about it. ]
I'm glad for that. [ She scoffs. That he isn't "dead to the world," that is, even if it's just a figure of speech.
The questions earns him a tired nod as she tucks a wayward piece of hair behind her ear. ]
Yeah. I've been okay, I mean. I've been coming and going. [ Being here makes her anxious, being away makes her anxious. So...her compromise is to do both. ] You don't have to worry about that, okay? Seriously.
[What is she? Sophia? Alexander, despite his tiredness, can only make a face at her. She isn't wrong; he would simply stay quiet and go back to sleep if he could. Though, he knows that would just worry people even more, and Maelle confirms that he can't just keep quiet like he usually does.]
If that is what you wish... I do think that I'm a bother, but if you would rather I bother you then I will. But you've just made a dent in my plans to go back to sleep for the next few days.
[Probably for the best he doesn't. His body feels sore, and he slowly stretches out in place like a cat. Every bone in his body possibly cracking from being asleep for far too long.]
Coming and going is not exactly a great thing, but if being here brings you some sort of comfort, then I am happy that you have this place. Like many others back home, my siblings come in and out of my room to keep my body company. ... Unfortunately, I lack the technology to keep you entertained for too long.
[He has his phone that has a charge here and there but he'll live.]
You don't have to say anything if you don't want to; I won't bother you about it.
[He's learned long ago, and even from his own self that no one will say anything unless they feel like. No amount of prodding will ever make someone talk. ... Unless you employ his other methods but that doesn't count.]
What have you been up to? Other than coming and going from here... There must have been some things the fae have done while I have been asleep.
[ Maelle watches as he stretches, arcing her own back a little until her spine and shoulders give one or two pops. She hasn't been holed up here anywhere near as long as Alexander, but just the time she's spent in the tree house today has her body aching a bit from the way she'd been sitting. ]
I don't need entertainment. [ She chuckles, shaking her head. ] That's not why I stop by. I'm here to check on you.
[ So help her if he apologises one more time for being asleep!!
Fortunately it's easier to segue into the conversation about what's been going on in the fae realm lately. Maelle hums thoughtfully, shifting her position again as she thinks back. ]
Oh, well. Daytime's back. That's a huge one. She'd almost forgotten to bring it up, even as the sun peeks through the wood slats of the tree house. ] Don't ask me the details though, I can never remember all the fae drama. [ What else? ] I helped someone named Peter to recapture a star, which sounds crazy. It was actually really cute, though. Like a little rabbit.
[ They almost hadn't caught it, too, skittish as the thing was. ]
[Alexander may or may not look horrified to hear the sound of a crack or two coming from a young lady. However, given what she's told him, it's no doubt she holds stress. Anyone would be stressed with the emotional load that's been given to her at such a young age.]
Your body shouldn't be making sounds at that age, but mine shouldn't either.
[Still, with his body stretched out and thoroughly cracked, he leans back against the bed with his arms crossed in thought. Just barely staring through the cracks that showed daylight from outside.]
No, I wouldn't expect you to give me details like that. I hardly pay attention to what the fae do... Most of it is nonsense to me.
[Even as she mentions capturing a star, he can only laugh. It's absurd, but surprisingly cute.]
Is it truly all that crazy when we are stuck in this place? Still, I am glad that you experienced a pleasant thing, rather than something nefarious. I wouldn't want you to turn into stardust for touching a star.
[Overall, she looks fine though... No visible changes that he can see.]
[ Maelle has to laugh a little at his words, offering a one-shouldered shrug. ]
I think it's normal. A little bit, anyway. [ Not like the way old people (in their 30s) creak and groan. She isn't quite there yet.
He decries the fae and she nods along with it, ever in agreement about their shared dislike of their captors. ]
"Nonsense" is right. [ The fae are petty in a way she hasn't encountered before. So many of the people back home are overly serious and sincere, given the kind of world they all live in, so to be under the thumb of almost immature, but powerful, beings is...annoying. ]
Oh, hadn't thought of that. [ The stardust bit. Though she pauses thoughtfully before adding: ] Actually, I never touched it. We lured it in close and just sort of...got it to go in the lantern. So I've got no idea what would've happened.
[Since waking up from his slumber after these so called festivals, Alexander has done a few things here and there. His body still feels tired from his long period of what he pretends to call sleep, but that's neither here or there. He was awake now, and doing things that he needed to catch up on. There was plenty to do, and it seems as if he missed a few things in Faerie that must have happened. All he knows is that the sun is out and it's far too bright for his liking.
It's not unfamiliar to his home, but he isn't too fond of the weather either. It's a bit too warm for him, so he retreats back into his treehouse a bit too hurriedly.
The door shuts, and he exhales out to rid of any of the allergies that were caught in his nose. Distracted enough that it doesn't quite register in his mind that the drapes were already pulled. It's dark when his eyes meet the comfortable space of his treehouse but nothing is out of place. He does, however, feel another presence in the room but it's not nefarious. If he felt that way, he would have attacked but there is nothing that triggers any alarms.
He takes a few steps forward and onto his bed, taking a seat.
Usually, his body would melt into the bed. The mattress they managed to fit in here was soft enough that he could tell if there was something underneath or not. This time is difference from the others. He feels a solid mass underneath, but again, it doesn't trigger any alarm bells.
Instead, he gets on his knees and peers down to see a familiar vampire hiding underneath.]
... I could have crushed you. What are you doing underneath there?
[ Taking shelter within the treehouse had been a last resort, at first, borne of Armand's initial desperation to find some immediate cover against the unnatural summertime sun shining down in the heart of winter— he intended to be nestled snugly back within the castle walls by the time Alexander inevitably returned, all the while leaving no one else the wiser as to his temporary refuge, but then the recent rise and subsequent fall from grace of the Earl (and by extension, Dark Court)'s power had left him drained as from adrenaline crash, with barely enough energy to drag himself beneath Alexander's bed before succumbing hard into the depths of a troubled slumber.
And by the time he wakes, it's too late to sneak out again unseen. He tilts his head in Alexander's direction, looking very much like the kind of under-the-bed monster plucked straight from out of childhood nightmares with how the shadows render him but a long, dark silhouette crouched along the floor, mantis-like, with laser-point red eyes. ]
You couldn't have crushed me, [ the voice assures, a gentle, reassuring Geordie accent that utterly belies any menace. Armand crawls out like a spider. ] Though I do apologize for the intrusion. Recent events having rather... exhausted me, you see, I was having a nap on my way back to the castle.
[ Not at all ideal, of course, being caught here like a creeper by someone who has already otherwise dismissed him, but such as it is; none of them could have anticipated this sunlight.
He gets to his feet, dusting his clothes off in a perfunctory sweep. ]
[Alexander makes room for Armand to escape from underneath the bed, getting back on his legs to watch his friend scuttle back up for air. Arms crossed as he watches in silence, picking up small things about his appearance through the darkness that surrounds the small room.]
You're not intruding.
[Just like him, his voice is just as reassuring and gentle. There's no annoyance behind it. No questioning. He just watches in short silence with his arms still crossed in thought. Aware enough that things might be a bit awkward after everything, but he can only raise a brow when he speaks again. One eye shifting toward the crack of light coming from the curtain, before shifting back to Armand.]
It is still light outside. I'm not rushing you to leave, Armand. You can stay for as long as you want.
[Alexander knows that he can come off as cruel. Perhaps his earlier actions upon coming back were cruel to Armand, but he isn't without empathy.]
Sit down for a second.
[It comes to mind that he's been out for a month. Maybe more. He imagines that Armand probably has several sources of blood that he can feed off of, but he's here now. He doesn't know how long Armand has been hiding underneath the bed, but he isn't unkind. He isn't a horrible host, as one might think.
Through the darkness he reaches for his dagger and a nearby cup.
With his blade drawn, he tilts it and makes a precise cut across his wrist to draw out some blood. It lands in the cup, letting the blood drain before tilting his wrist to the side again once it's filled up a few ounces]
Here.
[He doesn't hesitate to offer the cup to him. Although... He knows that it might be a bit different for Armand. Drinking it out of a cup, instead of his neck.]
I'm not sure that's quite true, [ Armand says, to Alexander's claim against intrusion. ] You enjoy your solitude and your privacy, Hyakaris. I haven't forgotten.
[ But then he does sit, one leg crossing over the other to expose his ever-sockless ankles. After a moment his arms cross, as well, as if to mirror Alexander's posture. ]
The light is not a problem, [ he adds, because for the most part that's true; though summer-bright and summer-hot, Armand won't sizzle on the walk from here to the castle. Even back home he had no trouble with minor doses of daylight. ] It took me by surprise, that's all. I was in the forest.
[ And then the dagger; the cup. The blood. Armand watches this stoically, teeth itching at the sight of the open wound. ]
You don't need to—
[ But he won't turn it away now that it's been cut and poured, even if he'd rather at least sup from Alexander's wrist than from a glass. But nor will he argue; skin-to-skin contact isn't a requirement of taking of the blood, and especially not the Little Drink, however much it may sting against the tenderness of rejection. Armand doesn't begrudge Alexander for it anymore than he ever begrudges anyone for not wanting him — and how could he, really, given how his own heart still feels so freshly shattered beneath Louis's harsh, grinding boot? — but it nonetheless always seems like a glancing blow against his raw underbelly, a slate being wiped clean.
Armand accepts the glass and sips from it, not a drop of blood spilling from his lips. Demigod blood, potent as ever. ]
[It might sound uncaring at first, even as he places his vape up to his lips and takes a deep drag and exhales.]
But for friends and family, I have an open door policy. They are always welcome in my space whether I am there or not. It is not uncommon for my family and friends to stay in my room and fiddle with my things when I am not there or asleep. That is why my dearest Maelle has a key to come in here too.
[Alexander won't deny that he is highly introverted, but truly enjoys connections if they manage to reach him. Lifelong friends and partners are a testament to his loyalty and openness to be there for people. He wouldn't just cut him off, even if he is an inherently cruel person at times. Perhaps that was one of those times, but still.
As Armand takes small slips of his blood, Alexander fetches some wrapped bandages that he tightens around the cut. He isn't a medic or anything, but he knows the basics. The cut was deep, but not too deep to hurt him or bother him.]
You are welcome. You can ask me for blood at any time, as long as I am awake. My body's anatomy is not like a normal person's, so blood loss and its effects do not mean much to me. You can simply just send a message to me on the leaf, and I can give it to you. Or make a drop box underneath the staircase for easy access if you are in a hurry.
[It never bothered him that he liked his blood or wanted it. He would gladly keep giving it to him, because above all, they were still friends. Although, again, Alexander can't help but wonder if his supposed cruelty may have stung him a bit. Especially with all the other unfortunate things that have been happening to the person across from him.]
[ Friends and family; but which does that make Armand? He doesn't know, and doesn't ask. Doesn't know which one he'd rather be, either. Connections are so... difficult, sometimes.
He lets out a breath, nodding his head absently in acknowledgement. He doesn't know Maelle, or any of these supposed others, which only makes him wonder again if he really still belongs here. No more or no less than anywhere else, he supposes. If Alexander lets him come, then he'll come, but wariness is already settling over him like a feral cat scenting competition over territory. If he'd actually encountered somebody else here in the treehouse today, he might have even bristled and outright fled. ]
Hold on a moment— please, [ As Alexander moves to dress his wound. ] Allow me.
[ He draws blood from his lower lip with a quick prick of his fangs, then gently reaches to take Alexander's wrist in hand before the seraph has finished with wrapping it. It would be easier if he could simply kiss the wound, of course, but he imagines that might appear untoward, so this will have to do: carefully he unwinds the bandage, then uses his thumb to wipe the blood from his mouth and then let it drip upon Alexander's gashed wrist. This way, now the wound will heal itself completely within moments.
(Not that Armand can't just as easily reopen the cut should Alexander protest his interference.) ]
I hope you can forgive my... presumptuous intervention, [ he says softly after a moment, still holding onto Alexander's wrist. ] It didn't seem right for me not to clean up the mess afterward, as always.
[ Alexander has never been cruel to him, never been anything but fair; true that rejection may always sting at first, but Alexander has beloveds of his own he would remain faithful to instead, and that's to be respected. This, whatever it had been, had not been love, after all, and love should be held sacred above all else... or almost, anyway. Armand would like to believe that much can still be true. ]
As you may already know, at my age, I don't often need to feed, [ he admits, smiling with fangs. ] Yet if given the option, I would gladly sup gluttonously upon your angel's blood even at the exclusion of any others— it nourishes me well, and so sweet the taste.
Perhaps I will text you next time, like a drug dealer.
[Alexander can only look up when his wrist is held and the bandages fall away from his skin. Though, he doesn't seem bothered nor upset that Armand tends to the wound in his own way. A kind gesture, to be sure, but it wasn't needed on his end. Still, he isn't going to tell him no, and he hasn't broken any boundaries that need to be addressed. Instead, the man is greeted with a light smile as he brings his arm back to his lap to rest.]
There is no mess with me; you do not need to worry about that. I am unfortunately very boring and rarely, if ever, make a mess for someone to clean up. If I do, I clean up myself.
[Which is what he did, without trying to be insensitive. In the end, it wasn't love -- at least, that's what he realized. In it's own way, it is cruel -- going home, coming back, only to realize that he would never be capable of loving anyone here as a partner. Time was fickle, and relationships were fleeting. That's what he said, and he still stands by it.]
Truly, I'm not certain what the appeal is. I truly think it tastes like cosmic dust, but Naeris has said something similar. That it tastes sweet and it gives them energy but again... It simply tastes like debris... But yes, do let me know and I will provide.
[Alexander reaches for the bandages that fell on the floor below, wrapping them back up neatly and placing it into one of the nearby drawers to be used for later. Though he rarely got into fights here, if at all. Better to be safe than sorry, especially with the lack of Caelus being here to save him from dying.]
[ Is he well? That might just be the question of the century when it comes to Armand de (Last Name Not Provided), although the answer to it never really changes. Wellness means nothing to him; wellness is just a word.
In any case, Armand gracefully accepts the subtext of Alexander's remark without acknowledging the clear double meaning behind the words, though he would hardly even call this — or rather, them — a "mess," as such, given how civilly he's received it all without obsessing, stalking, or lashing out in a hysterical, slow-boiling rage like in a soap opera... no, none of that at all. Alexander was right to end it when he did, lest Armand gradually begin allowing himself to grow complacent or distracted by their arrangement.
After all, things often do quickly turn to messes whenever Armand gets distracted. It's a luxury he could never afford. ]
You're not a vampire. [ He shrugs, almost coyly. ] What you're describing now is how all other food tastes to us.
[ Except, of course, for blood and blood alone, but the experience of drinking blood is quite impossible to ever explain to non-vampires in a way that does the act any justice. No one else can understand how truly orgasmic that first drink, that most unholiest of communions, can be until they've been there for themself; memories flooding in through the blood, filling one's mind with the many unforgettable stories of countless different lives... the rush of hot, liquid power fortifying and refining the body closer to some unknown platonic ideal, a fountain of youth that never runs dry. ]
You may as well ask what the appeal is of eating chocolate instead of dirt, [ Armand smiles, shaking his head. ] Or I suppose a more savory equivalent.
[It's not hard for him to feel that something, or someone has been following him. A day, and then two. Then it turns to three, and he has to wonder if this thing, or person knows that Alexander is well aware of it's presence by now.
He is never the hunted. Always the hunter. Whoever was following him would usually be met with a swift end in another mask.
However, he's just himself right now. Whoever is following him doesn't seem to have any malicious intent. If they did, they would have attacked by now, and he would have been ready at that moment.]
...
[Alexander stops in his tracks, finally turning around to the spot where he figures Verso would be hiding.]
Are you going to say hello or simply follow me for the third day?
[Maelle is upset with him, and almost certainly doesn't want to see him, but that doesn't mean he can't keep an eye on her. He's done it before, and it's almost easier here.
So of course he noticed this stranger with wings that she spent some time with. He decided investigating this person was worth it, so it's been a couple days of stalking. But evidentially this Alexander's a bit more observant than the usual Expeditioner. That, or Verso's losing his touch.
He steps out of the shadows with his hands raised, showing he means no threat. He gives a weak, sheepish chuckle.] Well, I was going to go four days, but I suppose there's no point now. You caught me.
[Alexander watches with a careful eye, but he has his hands up at the very least. Usually he can tell if someone is trying to ambush him or kill him, but this stranger doesn't seem to want to do that. Which makes him curious as to why he's being followed in the first place, but he can only cross his arms with a raised eyebrow.]
As an above average assassin, you may have been put in a body bag if I was several centuries younger.
[It's said with a matter of fact tone, but he surprisingly doesn't look annoyed. In fact, he's incredibly intrigued by it all. Still, he isn't going to let his guard down. He just stares with a pointed stare, giving this stranger a once over.]
That being said, what do you want? I usually keep to myself, but I caught your eye somehow. You have not tried to attack me, thus you do not want to kill me. But you've been watching me and my movements, so obviously you are interested in me.
I'd prefer if you didn't. That sort of thing doesn't usually stick with me, and I've dug myself out of enough shallow graves to not want to do it again.
[Nothing implies he doesn't think Alexander can't kill him, just that... well. He know it never takes.
But right. He doesn't want to admit he's watching him because of Maelle just yet. Maybe he can avoid that, and avoid it somehow getting back to Maelle. Maybe.]
Don't take this the wrong way, but you're far different from a human. [He gives a placating, almost apologetic look.] I usually prefer to spend my time with gestrals -- ah, a different species from my world -- so I suppose I was feeling... homesick.
[It's not hard to deny the sharp, cold stare that Alexander is giving to Verso. It may look like he's trying to kill Verso with his eyes, but that look suddenly drops. His guard isn't down, but he can appreciate the way that he was being followed. Not many would hide in the shadows for that long, so he has to commend it.
He'll give him a shot.]
I don't take it the wrong way. I am not exactly normal back in my world either, but I blend in enough.
[Verso looks human, but that doesn't mean anything in his world.]
So you decide to watch me in the shadows and wait until I call you out? I have to admire your tenacity.
[A pause.]
It is a strange compliment to be sought out for your homesickness, but I do appreciate that you are not chasing me down for my looks. Had you said that you were, you truly would have ended up with a knife in whatever socket hurts the most.
[He does let up though, and even takes a step toward Verso to give him a once over. Rugged, but doesn't seem unpleasant. He even has to admit that his vocal cords are quite smooth.]
I don't think I've ever seen you before... So I can either assume that you are new, or I have simply not been out enough as of late.
[Alright, well. He's not sure about this figure. He seems stern, withdrawn, and more than a little violent. But his interactions with Maelle haven't seemed as intense, so maybe it's just because Verso is a stranger.]
Ah... [Verso can put the pieces together. Alexander's certainly easy on the eyes, and if that's caused him some grief. Well. Verso thinks he gets it.] Good thing I didn't lead with a compliment. And to be honest, it's your height more than anything. I feel strange when I'm the tallest one in a room.
[Most adult gestrals are at least a little bit taller than him, and ones like Monoco and Golgra definitely are. Not to mention Esquie.]
New. Just got here a couple weeks ago. [He moves a little closer, to a more casual conversation space between them.] Verso. It's a pleasure. I'm used to meeting people in less... peaceful circumstances, so I suppose my socialization is still a bit off.
[Curious... Granted, he knows that he's tall. Tall enough to be staring down at Verso to get a better look at him from this distance. Though, that distance is closed, but not in a way that it's uncomfortable for him. He does twitch slightly, but it's subdued to keep his mask on. Just another act as he sees what this "Verso" wants from him.
Maybe he really just wants to be his friend. He doesn't know. For someone who is knew though, and has no knowledge of his parent before him... It's a little strange.]
I suppose you've made the right friend. I have a silver tongue, one might say, so perhaps I could... Aid you if you need someone to help you.
[He is well aware that his farce will be completely destroyed if he hears how he's actually like... But it's fine. Maybe. It might seem obvious that some of Alexander's dialogue is clearly rehearsed, with no mentionable tone behind it.
He can only hope that Verso hasn't seen him around with his friends. Completely unaware that Verso knows Maelle, and that he's likely seen them with their arms interlaced at some point.]
Well. Now I feel a bit bad for coming off so aggressively. Allow me to lead with a compliment then.
[Alexander stands tall, giving Verso a judgmental, but pointed look. He can be pretty charming if he wants to be, but in this mask. It's all about charm.]
Socialization issues aside, you are not a bad looking man. In fact, I would even say that you are quite attractive, but rugged. A shower may help with your appearance, but as I said before... You are indeed quite attractive; both in appearance and your socially awkward demeanor. Many people will be drawn to you, I think. Whether it be for good, or malicious reasons.
[That last bit... Is spoken from the heart. A barely audible shift in tone, but enough where Verso can notice.]
Those make an impression too, but I was worried it'd be rude to point them out.
[A silver tongue, huh. He can see, for a brief second, Alexander shuffle the mask. It's subtle, and he's certain most people wouldn't notice, but Verso knows that intrinsically. He's done it a million times himself.
Briefly, he wonders if Maelle was drawn to this stranger because he's a liar. Did she seek some sort of... replacement for him, in this world? He's briefly touched, and then a little nauseated.
Before he can say anything, though, Alexander starts complimenting him. Verso stares a little wide eyed, with a surprised smirk and a hint of a blush. When it's done, he clears his throat awkward.]
Wow, uh. You do have a way with words. [He's a little at a loss. Some it might be faked, but it's not a lie. Wow, damn.] You flatter me, really. And I've no ill intentions-- [Here, even if he's still lying about his mostives] --other to keep safe. Keep a few people safe.
Ah... that wasn't a very romantic response, was it?
[Alexander had shed a few masks at this point in his life. This particular one that he's wearing is still predominant in his life, but as he's gotten older, had children and had less time to pretend... Well. He might be a bit rusty; especially to people who might have a keener eye than most. The people in Faerie were smarter than the politicians or aristocracy at home.]
Everyone says that they have no ill intentions at first. I will take you at face value, for now. Since you did not attempt to harm me when you were stalking me, and came out when I asked... Then I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
[Man... His body feels tired all of a sudden. It's been awhile since he's put on a mask in Faerie though, and he tries not to sigh in exhaustion. He just has to keep his head up and maintain a level of charm that he's... Not really used to using here.
Though, his facade seems to drop to a minimal amount. He can't say he doesn't understand... Because he does.]
Ah. Yes. We all do what we must to protect people we care about, right? ... By whatever means possible.
[His voice is willed into submission to force himself to sound cold. To sound threatening, but... Even he knows there's a hint of sentiment in there. His family and lovers have always been important to protect. Though, he does wonder who he knows here...]
You're in luck. I'm not on the market, so I could care less about a romantic response.
[Well... Since Verso is here, and Alexander is carrying this bag... Alexander slowly reaches for something in there, presenting him with a croissant.]
[By any means necessary. Right. He just nods faintly, avoiding reacting to that any more than he should have.
Alexander not being on the market -- or maybe just not interested and being polite -- makes Verso relax, somehow. There's so many people here, it's so easy to get entangled, and that's... it's difficult.
But then he stares when Alexander produces a croissant.]
Huh. Where did you get that? [But he holds his hands up, politely declining.] I can hardly steal your snacks when I'm the one who surprised you.
[Alexander seems unmoving with the croissant still in his hand; eyes looking far too dry as he stares at the other man with a flat look. Mask fading in and out as he grows tired of keeping up a charade that, in hindsight, he doesn't need to do while he's here. People know him for who he actually is, but it's hard for old habits to die.]
I own a pop up bakery stall when I have the energy to bake. As of right now, I have been baking for a young lady named, "Maelle". She mentioned that she missed pastries from back home, so I made these for her. Although, these are just left overs.
[He stares down at the small bag, and then at the croissant.
Verso probably thinks these are poisoned, which he would be absolutely in the right for being concerned. He isn't surprised that he doesn't want to take it, so he simply puts it back into paper bag.]
I see. Well, more for her, I suppose.
[Alexander hugs the bag a bit closer to him; giving the man another once over.]
[Getting him to mention Maelle that quickly, huh? This is going better than expected. He hums faintly, contemplatively.]
I'll have to stop by sometime. [He's not hungry right now. Or he doesn't want to deprive Maelle of her treats.] If you're baking for her, you two must be pretty close.
[It's casual how he asks. Light and airy. There'd be no reason to suspect anything.]
Me? Dusk. I don't particularly know why, but... [He shrugs.] And you?
[Alexander can only make a face as he eyes this man quietly. He knows that Verso can see it; he isn't exactly hiding it. Though, it doesn't seem like he's bothered by the other man anymore.]
Close? Perhaps. I don't want to assume what level of closeness I have with any friend.
[Although, he's always been like that. He can't trust his judgement when he's being himself because he knows his own brain clouds his judgement. So, he can only defer that to his friends, rather than himself.]
Dusk? I have met a few people from dusk. Though, I truly don't understand what courts are useful for... But that is because the fae from back home are different from here.
[He pauses in thought, wondering if he should lie.]
Winter, but I don't live in the castle. ... But I figured you gathered as much, if you have been following me.
[Would he feel better or worse if Alex admitted to being close? Even so, if he's looking out for Maelle, it relaxes him a little bit. Maelle does surround herself with older brother types, and adults who will be responsible enough to keep an eye on her. This is probably fine.]
Beats me. These courts seem like silly ways to divide us, but maybe there's some secret meaning I don't understand. [He shrugs. At least he's not like, in spring. That would feel particularly ill fitting.]
True, but I like to hear it from you. [He hums faintly.] Why don't you live in the castle?
I'm not a fan of being part of their theatrics. However, I have mainly stayed far away from everything. An attempt to be boring so they might banish me out of this place.
[He can only hope... But he's with Verso on this one. He doesn't understand either, because these fae are highly different than what he's used to. He doesn't like it. Not knowing anything, even after being here for as long as he has.]
Ah. Well.
[His brow constricts. He should give a diplomatic response, but this question in particular... It always makes him honest. With the lack of support from his usual loved ones back home, he doesn't have anyone to supplement his lies. In some ways, he is truly helpless.]
Because I hate people.
[It's said flatly, but Verso might be able to see beyond the mask.]
I don't trust strangers, nor do I like being around them. Almost everyone who has come into contact with me has some malicious intent, so you can see why it would be rather difficult to sleep in a room with someone I do not know.
[Well. Alexander can be honest, and Verso's a little touched he's pulled that out of him. Or maybe not, because he can still see the masks. Ah, ah, he gets it.]
In your home world, or here? [Paranoia from home he can understand. Still, there's a lightness in his question, like he doesn't actually expect Alexander to answer.] But I get it. Betrayal is a quick way to make one antisocial.
....But you're not entirely antisocial, are you? You're hanging out with that, what was her name, Maelle? And me, now.
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xmas 2025;
Alexander is not among those Armand imagines would in either case (and besides, he has already gone to the trouble of giving Armand a very lovely gift of his own, as well) but he will find at the base of his tree three impeccably gift-wrapped combs made of mother-of-pearl, ivory, and gold and ivory respectively, accompanied by a small, square card simply marked "— 𝓐". ]
Delivery | Backdated to 12/21 (solstice present)
For the Solstice. Be well.
-Lucien
[In the delicately-wrapped package is a shallow, decoratively sculpted cosmetics box in a bright teal quartz. it has three empty compartments inside for Alex to fill with whatever cosmetics he likes]
(backdated to the first week of the new year)
Bonne année, Alexander. And thanks for the gift. Sorry this took so long...been a lot going on lately and I honestly lost track of time.
These won't be as good as yours, but I wanted to return the favour. Maybe by this time next year they'll be a lot better if I can keep practising.
Thank you for everything. It means a lot that you've been there for me every time I needed it, and even sometimes when I didn't know it was what I needed.
Here's to more baking and less of all the bad stuff this year.
- Maelle ]
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Still, in his catatonic state, he feels a presence here and there. It's familiar to him and warm. It's safe, his brain tells him, so he remains asleep throughout the month. Tired of thinking, and tired of moving.
The month passes, and he finds himself coming out what feels like hibernation to him. Blurred vision glancing around the darkness, only to spot a familiar person sitting on the spare bed beside him. Her smaller frame, and long hair making it obvious to who was there. She did have the key, and he even made up a bed for her to lay in if she wanted to stay.]
Oh... You're here.
[He feels tired and emotionally exhausted. Yet, seeing her is enough to make a smile appear on his tired face.]
Ah.
[Something comes to mind. That presence. Someone shifting about here and there. The smell of fresh bread and butter. His body must have unconsciously known, and thus, stayed asleep. Even if she was moving around.]
So you are the one that stayed here... I'm sorry. It must have been boring while I was... "Asleep".
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[ She's been checking up on Alexander (fretfully) since he seemed to...go to sleep, or something more concerning. It's hard for her to tell, and she'd had no idea who to ask for a second opinion, when it'd first happened. So...on one such occasion when she'd stopped by to both assess his condition and hide away from the rest of the world, Maelle is startled into uttering a curse by his sudden awakening. ]
Alexander, are you — [ She doesn't touch him, knowing his preferences, but hovers in agitation, brows deeply furrowed. ] ...Okay? You've been...like this for a month. Maybe longer. I thought...
[ Her stomach twists and the despair is plain in her face even as she tries to mask it a little. ]
I'm so glad you're okay. [ She mumbles, clenching and unclenching her fists are her side. ] So don't apologize to me. Just...tell me what happened.
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Scott's departure did a number on him, and it feels like Maelle may be the only sibling figure that he has left. He wants to latch onto it as much as he can, in fear that she'll disappear too.]
... Huh?
[Asleep or catatonic for a month. Or both. It sounds familiar. That look that she gives him is even more familiar to him. The look of despair and fear.
Still, he owes her an explanation. It doesn't stop him from letting his head drop to hide his face. He fears that if she were to see him be weak, then she might judge him for it. Even though, deep down, he knows that she'd be the last person to judge him for being. Normal.]
... It is hard to describe, and I have learned that it's more of a modern thing than anything.
[Alexander lets go, letting his eyes peer up into her own again.]
It just happens. There are times where my body becomes numb and overwhelmed with sadness that I cannot get rid of. It is quite severe, and I have been given medicine for it but I suppose it was one of those... Months. It would be dangerous; but my anatomy is different from a normal person's.
[He shifts in his bed a bit, letting his eyes wander to the other bed that he put in here for her. It's been used a few times, it seems.]
You used your key. Good.
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"Modern?" ...Oh. You mean...it's only started happening recently? [ Why? Because of the fae? She huffs out an exhale at the idea that their captors might be inflicting even more hardship on some of them than usual, defensiveness flaring up within her. But...he goes on to explain and that inner fire quiets down again as she listens. ]
I'm sorry. [ She offers gently. It sounds like the kinds of things all the 33s were struggling with after the beach. Number. Overwhelmed with sadness.
It's the kind of thing she's been feeling a lot here lately, too. ]
Does anyone else in your family have this happen to them? [ Maelle asks, shifting her weight a little where she sits. Hopefully it isn't too invasive. ] Or is it just you?
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He wants to open his mouth to apologize, but his words fall short when she shows empathy to him. He would have expected it from his family, and his friends back home that had to deal with it once in awhile but... Truly, when he thinks about it, she stands with those people.]
No... I was born with it. There was not a word for it when I was born but modern doctors and researchers have given it a word.
[He's too tired to think about the proper wording. Instead, he just focuses on her question, which... Makes him feel awful. He doesn't know why, but it does. He tries to hide it on his face, and looks down instead.]
It's just me. It's just me.
[Alexander tries not to sound bitter as his words are hissed out.]
... Sorry. Have things been okay?
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It's okay. [ Maelle stresses, concerned most of all by the way he's acting: blaming himself for something clearly beyond his control, and which hadn't done her any harm (beyond worrying). The teenager just shakes her head to dismiss his apologies, sitting back and continuing to frown at him as if ready to chastise him for any further self-flagellation. ] Really, Alexander. I'm just glad you're okay.
[ The idea of losing anyone else is...too much. So she's more than happy to just focus on the relief that his waking up brings her. ]
Things've been...okay, yeah. [ They haven't, but she isn't going to burden him with that when he's just woken up. ] I can catch you up once you've had some time to really wake up. Maybe...get something to eat?
[ He must be starving, right? ]
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It takes him a full minute to close his eyes. He only cries in front of the people he trusts the most. It's a silent cry, though, and Maelle might be able to see a few tears falling from his eyes that he closes away. He can only hope that the darkness of the room makes it hard to notice.]
...?
[That's an odd reaction. Something has clearly happened -- something or maybe someone? He doesn't know yet, but he wants to know. He's tired, but it's hard to deny that sharp, almost murderous look. Not at her, but at whatever might have happened.
The look is terrifying.]
... I do not need to eat or drink to survive; my anatomy is different.
[He hasn't really spoken about it to anyone. It didn't really matter in hindsight, but he didn't want to worry her. He's done that enough. Like he always does.]
What happened?
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Right. I forgot. [ That he doesn't need to eat or drink. They'd met after he'd baked for her, after all, and so she tends to associate him with food to a degree. ] Sorry.
[ Not that he'd made her feel bad for it, of course, but because it seems like an important thing to remember. Maelle is immediately distracted by the question, though, and she stiffens a little as he asks. ]
I... [ Where to begin? But just as quickly as the thought occurs to her, she banishes it with a sharp shake of her head. ] No, that isn't important right now. I want to make sure you're okay. And I'm fine, alright?
[ At least for now. She can be fine to ensure she's able to look after Alexander. ]
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For being this way.]
... I'm fine.
[He truly looks like a bear that just came out of hibernation, though. His hair is all over the place and his pinions are likely covering the blankets underneath him. Though, he still looks exhausted. Not exhausted enough to not move his body, scooting toward the middle of it so that Maelle can have a place to sit if she should want to sit there. Though, there was a bed ajar to them if she didn't feel comfortable sitting by him.]
Truly, I am. I will likely just lay in bed for a few more days before I stand up and do something else.
[A pause.]
You caught me at a good time... Being awake before I fall asleep again. Though, I suppose I would just be laying in bed -- not dead to the world.
[Unlike himself, Maelle does need to eat or drink something. He figures that she's familiar with the layout of this place to find herself some snacks if she were hungry. As for water...]
How long have you been here for? Did you eat or drink water?
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[ He doesn't seem the type, but maybe he could be if he felt it was imposing on her. And there's nothing Maelle wants less than to feel like someone she cares about is struggling, but not telling her about it. ]
I'm glad for that. [ She scoffs. That he isn't "dead to the world," that is, even if it's just a figure of speech.
The questions earns him a tired nod as she tucks a wayward piece of hair behind her ear. ]
Yeah. I've been okay, I mean. I've been coming and going. [ Being here makes her anxious, being away makes her anxious. So...her compromise is to do both. ] You don't have to worry about that, okay? Seriously.
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If that is what you wish... I do think that I'm a bother, but if you would rather I bother you then I will. But you've just made a dent in my plans to go back to sleep for the next few days.
[Probably for the best he doesn't. His body feels sore, and he slowly stretches out in place like a cat. Every bone in his body possibly cracking from being asleep for far too long.]
Coming and going is not exactly a great thing, but if being here brings you some sort of comfort, then I am happy that you have this place. Like many others back home, my siblings come in and out of my room to keep my body company. ... Unfortunately, I lack the technology to keep you entertained for too long.
[He has his phone that has a charge here and there but he'll live.]
You don't have to say anything if you don't want to; I won't bother you about it.
[He's learned long ago, and even from his own self that no one will say anything unless they feel like. No amount of prodding will ever make someone talk. ... Unless you employ his other methods but that doesn't count.]
What have you been up to? Other than coming and going from here... There must have been some things the fae have done while I have been asleep.
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I don't need entertainment. [ She chuckles, shaking her head. ] That's not why I stop by. I'm here to check on you.
[ So help her if he apologises one more time for being asleep!!
Fortunately it's easier to segue into the conversation about what's been going on in the fae realm lately. Maelle hums thoughtfully, shifting her position again as she thinks back. ]
Oh, well. Daytime's back. That's a huge one. She'd almost forgotten to bring it up, even as the sun peeks through the wood slats of the tree house. ] Don't ask me the details though, I can never remember all the fae drama. [ What else? ] I helped someone named Peter to recapture a star, which sounds crazy. It was actually really cute, though. Like a little rabbit.
[ They almost hadn't caught it, too, skittish as the thing was. ]
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Your body shouldn't be making sounds at that age, but mine shouldn't either.
[Still, with his body stretched out and thoroughly cracked, he leans back against the bed with his arms crossed in thought. Just barely staring through the cracks that showed daylight from outside.]
No, I wouldn't expect you to give me details like that. I hardly pay attention to what the fae do... Most of it is nonsense to me.
[Even as she mentions capturing a star, he can only laugh. It's absurd, but surprisingly cute.]
Is it truly all that crazy when we are stuck in this place? Still, I am glad that you experienced a pleasant thing, rather than something nefarious. I wouldn't want you to turn into stardust for touching a star.
[Overall, she looks fine though... No visible changes that he can see.]
You look good though. I am glad you weren't hurt.
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I think it's normal. A little bit, anyway. [ Not like the way old people (in their 30s) creak and groan. She isn't quite there yet.
He decries the fae and she nods along with it, ever in agreement about their shared dislike of their captors. ]
"Nonsense" is right. [ The fae are petty in a way she hasn't encountered before. So many of the people back home are overly serious and sincere, given the kind of world they all live in, so to be under the thumb of almost immature, but powerful, beings is...annoying. ]
Oh, hadn't thought of that. [ The stardust bit. Though she pauses thoughtfully before adding: ] Actually, I never touched it. We lured it in close and just sort of...got it to go in the lantern. So I've got no idea what would've happened.
[ Whoops! But all's well that ends well, right? ]
for armand (haram)
It's not unfamiliar to his home, but he isn't too fond of the weather either. It's a bit too warm for him, so he retreats back into his treehouse a bit too hurriedly.
The door shuts, and he exhales out to rid of any of the allergies that were caught in his nose. Distracted enough that it doesn't quite register in his mind that the drapes were already pulled. It's dark when his eyes meet the comfortable space of his treehouse but nothing is out of place. He does, however, feel another presence in the room but it's not nefarious. If he felt that way, he would have attacked but there is nothing that triggers any alarms.
He takes a few steps forward and onto his bed, taking a seat.
Usually, his body would melt into the bed. The mattress they managed to fit in here was soft enough that he could tell if there was something underneath or not. This time is difference from the others. He feels a solid mass underneath, but again, it doesn't trigger any alarm bells.
Instead, he gets on his knees and peers down to see a familiar vampire hiding underneath.]
... I could have crushed you. What are you doing underneath there?
cw insect imagery?? idk
And by the time he wakes, it's too late to sneak out again unseen. He tilts his head in Alexander's direction, looking very much like the kind of under-the-bed monster plucked straight from out of childhood nightmares with how the shadows render him but a long, dark silhouette crouched along the floor, mantis-like, with laser-point red eyes. ]
You couldn't have crushed me, [ the voice assures, a gentle, reassuring Geordie accent that utterly belies any menace. Armand crawls out like a spider. ] Though I do apologize for the intrusion. Recent events having rather... exhausted me, you see, I was having a nap on my way back to the castle.
[ Not at all ideal, of course, being caught here like a creeper by someone who has already otherwise dismissed him, but such as it is; none of them could have anticipated this sunlight.
He gets to his feet, dusting his clothes off in a perfunctory sweep. ]
I'll get out of your way now.
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You're not intruding.
[Just like him, his voice is just as reassuring and gentle. There's no annoyance behind it. No questioning. He just watches in short silence with his arms still crossed in thought. Aware enough that things might be a bit awkward after everything, but he can only raise a brow when he speaks again. One eye shifting toward the crack of light coming from the curtain, before shifting back to Armand.]
It is still light outside. I'm not rushing you to leave, Armand. You can stay for as long as you want.
[Alexander knows that he can come off as cruel. Perhaps his earlier actions upon coming back were cruel to Armand, but he isn't without empathy.]
Sit down for a second.
[It comes to mind that he's been out for a month. Maybe more. He imagines that Armand probably has several sources of blood that he can feed off of, but he's here now. He doesn't know how long Armand has been hiding underneath the bed, but he isn't unkind. He isn't a horrible host, as one might think.
Through the darkness he reaches for his dagger and a nearby cup.
With his blade drawn, he tilts it and makes a precise cut across his wrist to draw out some blood. It lands in the cup, letting the blood drain before tilting his wrist to the side again once it's filled up a few ounces]
Here.
[He doesn't hesitate to offer the cup to him. Although... He knows that it might be a bit different for Armand. Drinking it out of a cup, instead of his neck.]
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[ But then he does sit, one leg crossing over the other to expose his ever-sockless ankles. After a moment his arms cross, as well, as if to mirror Alexander's posture. ]
The light is not a problem, [ he adds, because for the most part that's true; though summer-bright and summer-hot, Armand won't sizzle on the walk from here to the castle. Even back home he had no trouble with minor doses of daylight. ] It took me by surprise, that's all. I was in the forest.
[ And then the dagger; the cup. The blood. Armand watches this stoically, teeth itching at the sight of the open wound. ]
You don't need to—
[ But he won't turn it away now that it's been cut and poured, even if he'd rather at least sup from Alexander's wrist than from a glass. But nor will he argue; skin-to-skin contact isn't a requirement of taking of the blood, and especially not the Little Drink, however much it may sting against the tenderness of rejection. Armand doesn't begrudge Alexander for it anymore than he ever begrudges anyone for not wanting him — and how could he, really, given how his own heart still feels so freshly shattered beneath Louis's harsh, grinding boot? — but it nonetheless always seems like a glancing blow against his raw underbelly, a slate being wiped clean.
Armand accepts the glass and sips from it, not a drop of blood spilling from his lips. Demigod blood, potent as ever. ]
You didn't. But thank you.
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[It might sound uncaring at first, even as he places his vape up to his lips and takes a deep drag and exhales.]
But for friends and family, I have an open door policy. They are always welcome in my space whether I am there or not. It is not uncommon for my family and friends to stay in my room and fiddle with my things when I am not there or asleep. That is why my dearest Maelle has a key to come in here too.
[Alexander won't deny that he is highly introverted, but truly enjoys connections if they manage to reach him. Lifelong friends and partners are a testament to his loyalty and openness to be there for people. He wouldn't just cut him off, even if he is an inherently cruel person at times. Perhaps that was one of those times, but still.
As Armand takes small slips of his blood, Alexander fetches some wrapped bandages that he tightens around the cut. He isn't a medic or anything, but he knows the basics. The cut was deep, but not too deep to hurt him or bother him.]
You are welcome. You can ask me for blood at any time, as long as I am awake. My body's anatomy is not like a normal person's, so blood loss and its effects do not mean much to me. You can simply just send a message to me on the leaf, and I can give it to you. Or make a drop box underneath the staircase for easy access if you are in a hurry.
[It never bothered him that he liked his blood or wanted it. He would gladly keep giving it to him, because above all, they were still friends. Although, again, Alexander can't help but wonder if his supposed cruelty may have stung him a bit. Especially with all the other unfortunate things that have been happening to the person across from him.]
cw self-injury, blood...play...?? (nonsexual)
He lets out a breath, nodding his head absently in acknowledgement. He doesn't know Maelle, or any of these supposed others, which only makes him wonder again if he really still belongs here. No more or no less than anywhere else, he supposes. If Alexander lets him come, then he'll come, but wariness is already settling over him like a feral cat scenting competition over territory. If he'd actually encountered somebody else here in the treehouse today, he might have even bristled and outright fled. ]
Hold on a moment— please, [ As Alexander moves to dress his wound. ] Allow me.
[ He draws blood from his lower lip with a quick prick of his fangs, then gently reaches to take Alexander's wrist in hand before the seraph has finished with wrapping it. It would be easier if he could simply kiss the wound, of course, but he imagines that might appear untoward, so this will have to do: carefully he unwinds the bandage, then uses his thumb to wipe the blood from his mouth and then let it drip upon Alexander's gashed wrist. This way, now the wound will heal itself completely within moments.
(Not that Armand can't just as easily reopen the cut should Alexander protest his interference.) ]
I hope you can forgive my... presumptuous intervention, [ he says softly after a moment, still holding onto Alexander's wrist. ] It didn't seem right for me not to clean up the mess afterward, as always.
[ Alexander has never been cruel to him, never been anything but fair; true that rejection may always sting at first, but Alexander has beloveds of his own he would remain faithful to instead, and that's to be respected. This, whatever it had been, had not been love, after all, and love should be held sacred above all else... or almost, anyway. Armand would like to believe that much can still be true. ]
As you may already know, at my age, I don't often need to feed, [ he admits, smiling with fangs. ] Yet if given the option, I would gladly sup gluttonously upon your angel's blood even at the exclusion of any others— it nourishes me well, and so sweet the taste.
Perhaps I will text you next time, like a drug dealer.
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There is no mess with me; you do not need to worry about that. I am unfortunately very boring and rarely, if ever, make a mess for someone to clean up. If I do, I clean up myself.
[Which is what he did, without trying to be insensitive. In the end, it wasn't love -- at least, that's what he realized. In it's own way, it is cruel -- going home, coming back, only to realize that he would never be capable of loving anyone here as a partner. Time was fickle, and relationships were fleeting. That's what he said, and he still stands by it.]
Truly, I'm not certain what the appeal is. I truly think it tastes like cosmic dust, but Naeris has said something similar. That it tastes sweet and it gives them energy but again... It simply tastes like debris... But yes, do let me know and I will provide.
[Alexander reaches for the bandages that fell on the floor below, wrapping them back up neatly and placing it into one of the nearby drawers to be used for later. Though he rarely got into fights here, if at all. Better to be safe than sorry, especially with the lack of Caelus being here to save him from dying.]
Are you well?
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In any case, Armand gracefully accepts the subtext of Alexander's remark without acknowledging the clear double meaning behind the words, though he would hardly even call this — or rather, them — a "mess," as such, given how civilly he's received it all without obsessing, stalking, or lashing out in a hysterical, slow-boiling rage like in a soap opera... no, none of that at all. Alexander was right to end it when he did, lest Armand gradually begin allowing himself to grow complacent or distracted by their arrangement.
After all, things often do quickly turn to messes whenever Armand gets distracted. It's a luxury he could never afford. ]
You're not a vampire. [ He shrugs, almost coyly. ] What you're describing now is how all other food tastes to us.
[ Except, of course, for blood and blood alone, but the experience of drinking blood is quite impossible to ever explain to non-vampires in a way that does the act any justice. No one else can understand how truly orgasmic that first drink, that most unholiest of communions, can be until they've been there for themself; memories flooding in through the blood, filling one's mind with the many unforgettable stories of countless different lives... the rush of hot, liquid power fortifying and refining the body closer to some unknown platonic ideal, a fountain of youth that never runs dry. ]
You may as well ask what the appeal is of eating chocolate instead of dirt, [ Armand smiles, shaking his head. ] Or I suppose a more savory equivalent.
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He is never the hunted. Always the hunter. Whoever was following him would usually be met with a swift end in another mask.
However, he's just himself right now. Whoever is following him doesn't seem to have any malicious intent. If they did, they would have attacked by now, and he would have been ready at that moment.]
...
[Alexander stops in his tracks, finally turning around to the spot where he figures Verso would be hiding.]
Are you going to say hello or simply follow me for the third day?
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So of course he noticed this stranger with wings that she spent some time with. He decided investigating this person was worth it, so it's been a couple days of stalking. But evidentially this Alexander's a bit more observant than the usual Expeditioner. That, or Verso's losing his touch.
He steps out of the shadows with his hands raised, showing he means no threat. He gives a weak, sheepish chuckle.] Well, I was going to go four days, but I suppose there's no point now. You caught me.
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As an above average assassin, you may have been put in a body bag if I was several centuries younger.
[It's said with a matter of fact tone, but he surprisingly doesn't look annoyed. In fact, he's incredibly intrigued by it all. Still, he isn't going to let his guard down. He just stares with a pointed stare, giving this stranger a once over.]
That being said, what do you want? I usually keep to myself, but I caught your eye somehow. You have not tried to attack me, thus you do not want to kill me. But you've been watching me and my movements, so obviously you are interested in me.
[He pauses.]
What kind of interest, though.
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[Nothing implies he doesn't think Alexander can't kill him, just that... well. He know it never takes.
But right. He doesn't want to admit he's watching him because of Maelle just yet. Maybe he can avoid that, and avoid it somehow getting back to Maelle. Maybe.]
Don't take this the wrong way, but you're far different from a human. [He gives a placating, almost apologetic look.] I usually prefer to spend my time with gestrals -- ah, a different species from my world -- so I suppose I was feeling... homesick.
[Sure, let's go with that.]
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He'll give him a shot.]
I don't take it the wrong way. I am not exactly normal back in my world either, but I blend in enough.
[Verso looks human, but that doesn't mean anything in his world.]
So you decide to watch me in the shadows and wait until I call you out? I have to admire your tenacity.
[A pause.]
It is a strange compliment to be sought out for your homesickness, but I do appreciate that you are not chasing me down for my looks. Had you said that you were, you truly would have ended up with a knife in whatever socket hurts the most.
[He does let up though, and even takes a step toward Verso to give him a once over. Rugged, but doesn't seem unpleasant. He even has to admit that his vocal cords are quite smooth.]
I don't think I've ever seen you before... So I can either assume that you are new, or I have simply not been out enough as of late.
[Another pause.]
Alexander. And you are?
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Ah... [Verso can put the pieces together. Alexander's certainly easy on the eyes, and if that's caused him some grief. Well. Verso thinks he gets it.] Good thing I didn't lead with a compliment. And to be honest, it's your height more than anything. I feel strange when I'm the tallest one in a room.
[Most adult gestrals are at least a little bit taller than him, and ones like Monoco and Golgra definitely are. Not to mention Esquie.]
New. Just got here a couple weeks ago. [He moves a little closer, to a more casual conversation space between them.] Verso. It's a pleasure. I'm used to meeting people in less... peaceful circumstances, so I suppose my socialization is still a bit off.
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[Curious... Granted, he knows that he's tall. Tall enough to be staring down at Verso to get a better look at him from this distance. Though, that distance is closed, but not in a way that it's uncomfortable for him. He does twitch slightly, but it's subdued to keep his mask on. Just another act as he sees what this "Verso" wants from him.
Maybe he really just wants to be his friend. He doesn't know. For someone who is knew though, and has no knowledge of his parent before him... It's a little strange.]
I suppose you've made the right friend. I have a silver tongue, one might say, so perhaps I could... Aid you if you need someone to help you.
[He is well aware that his farce will be completely destroyed if he hears how he's actually like... But it's fine. Maybe. It might seem obvious that some of Alexander's dialogue is clearly rehearsed, with no mentionable tone behind it.
He can only hope that Verso hasn't seen him around with his friends. Completely unaware that Verso knows Maelle, and that he's likely seen them with their arms interlaced at some point.]
Well. Now I feel a bit bad for coming off so aggressively. Allow me to lead with a compliment then.
[Alexander stands tall, giving Verso a judgmental, but pointed look. He can be pretty charming if he wants to be, but in this mask. It's all about charm.]
Socialization issues aside, you are not a bad looking man. In fact, I would even say that you are quite attractive, but rugged. A shower may help with your appearance, but as I said before... You are indeed quite attractive; both in appearance and your socially awkward demeanor. Many people will be drawn to you, I think. Whether it be for good, or malicious reasons.
[That last bit... Is spoken from the heart. A barely audible shift in tone, but enough where Verso can notice.]
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[A silver tongue, huh. He can see, for a brief second, Alexander shuffle the mask. It's subtle, and he's certain most people wouldn't notice, but Verso knows that intrinsically. He's done it a million times himself.
Briefly, he wonders if Maelle was drawn to this stranger because he's a liar. Did she seek some sort of... replacement for him, in this world? He's briefly touched, and then a little nauseated.
Before he can say anything, though, Alexander starts complimenting him. Verso stares a little wide eyed, with a surprised smirk and a hint of a blush. When it's done, he clears his throat awkward.]
Wow, uh. You do have a way with words. [He's a little at a loss. Some it might be faked, but it's not a lie. Wow, damn.] You flatter me, really. And I've no ill intentions-- [Here, even if he's still lying about his mostives] --other to keep safe. Keep a few people safe.
Ah... that wasn't a very romantic response, was it?
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Everyone says that they have no ill intentions at first. I will take you at face value, for now. Since you did not attempt to harm me when you were stalking me, and came out when I asked... Then I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
[Man... His body feels tired all of a sudden. It's been awhile since he's put on a mask in Faerie though, and he tries not to sigh in exhaustion. He just has to keep his head up and maintain a level of charm that he's... Not really used to using here.
Though, his facade seems to drop to a minimal amount. He can't say he doesn't understand... Because he does.]
Ah. Yes. We all do what we must to protect people we care about, right? ... By whatever means possible.
[His voice is willed into submission to force himself to sound cold. To sound threatening, but... Even he knows there's a hint of sentiment in there. His family and lovers have always been important to protect. Though, he does wonder who he knows here...]
You're in luck. I'm not on the market, so I could care less about a romantic response.
[Well... Since Verso is here, and Alexander is carrying this bag... Alexander slowly reaches for something in there, presenting him with a croissant.]
Here. You must be hungry, right?
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Alexander not being on the market -- or maybe just not interested and being polite -- makes Verso relax, somehow. There's so many people here, it's so easy to get entangled, and that's... it's difficult.
But then he stares when Alexander produces a croissant.]
Huh. Where did you get that? [But he holds his hands up, politely declining.] I can hardly steal your snacks when I'm the one who surprised you.
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I own a pop up bakery stall when I have the energy to bake. As of right now, I have been baking for a young lady named, "Maelle". She mentioned that she missed pastries from back home, so I made these for her. Although, these are just left overs.
[He stares down at the small bag, and then at the croissant.
Verso probably thinks these are poisoned, which he would be absolutely in the right for being concerned. He isn't surprised that he doesn't want to take it, so he simply puts it back into paper bag.]
I see. Well, more for her, I suppose.
[Alexander hugs the bag a bit closer to him; giving the man another once over.]
What court are you in?
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I'll have to stop by sometime. [He's not hungry right now. Or he doesn't want to deprive Maelle of her treats.] If you're baking for her, you two must be pretty close.
[It's casual how he asks. Light and airy. There'd be no reason to suspect anything.]
Me? Dusk. I don't particularly know why, but... [He shrugs.] And you?
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Close? Perhaps. I don't want to assume what level of closeness I have with any friend.
[Although, he's always been like that. He can't trust his judgement when he's being himself because he knows his own brain clouds his judgement. So, he can only defer that to his friends, rather than himself.]
Dusk? I have met a few people from dusk. Though, I truly don't understand what courts are useful for... But that is because the fae from back home are different from here.
[He pauses in thought, wondering if he should lie.]
Winter, but I don't live in the castle. ... But I figured you gathered as much, if you have been following me.
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Beats me. These courts seem like silly ways to divide us, but maybe there's some secret meaning I don't understand. [He shrugs. At least he's not like, in spring. That would feel particularly ill fitting.]
True, but I like to hear it from you. [He hums faintly.] Why don't you live in the castle?
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[He can only hope... But he's with Verso on this one. He doesn't understand either, because these fae are highly different than what he's used to. He doesn't like it. Not knowing anything, even after being here for as long as he has.]
Ah. Well.
[His brow constricts. He should give a diplomatic response, but this question in particular... It always makes him honest. With the lack of support from his usual loved ones back home, he doesn't have anyone to supplement his lies. In some ways, he is truly helpless.]
Because I hate people.
[It's said flatly, but Verso might be able to see beyond the mask.]
I don't trust strangers, nor do I like being around them. Almost everyone who has come into contact with me has some malicious intent, so you can see why it would be rather difficult to sleep in a room with someone I do not know.
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In your home world, or here? [Paranoia from home he can understand. Still, there's a lightness in his question, like he doesn't actually expect Alexander to answer.] But I get it. Betrayal is a quick way to make one antisocial.
....But you're not entirely antisocial, are you? You're hanging out with that, what was her name, Maelle? And me, now.