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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 8, 2008 21:47:14 GMT -5
“ Hey, it was broken. I was trying to make it feel better I mean. That had to be painful right?” he pointed out the obvious as he went to take a step closer to the man. He pulled his wings forward, for the first time revealing them fully under the light. Though the tops of them were rather neat, the bottoms seemed to be tattered and shredded by years of abuse.
“ It would hurt, but it’s not like a single feather that will grow back after it’s healed.” He told him softly before turning away to make sure no one was coming into the alley before looking back to him.
“ So want to fly? Or would you rather hide those things since we can’t go back into the street looking like this.” He pointed out to the guy.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 8, 2008 22:10:35 GMT -5
The hybrid scowled silently for a second or two, then snorted. "I can't fly," he groused, all different kinds of bitter and a little embarassed, stretching his wings out again as he pushed himself slowly to his feet. The joints cracked much like the back they'd sprouted from, and he grimaced. Things like wings..Weren't supposed to do that.. Another pop or two later, and he continued in a mutter, "There's no way these pieces of shit are ever getting me off the ground..They're worthless." He glanced sharply back at one of the 'worthless' things, like it was flight-defective just to spite him, personally, then looked back at the blonde again. So.. what? Was he just planning on strolling along again like nothing had happened? That guy that had shown up..Surely that kind of thing didn't happen often enough that he wouldn't think anything about it?
"Hey." Frowning, he stepped up in front of the other, and his wings abrubtly moved forward- Stretching, the very tips of the outermost feathers brushed behind Blaine's back, though remained a hair's breadth from actually touching him. Whether it was to menace him or a continuing want to protect him, the least that could be said about the whole thing was that being half-wrapped in a pair of blender-and-fluff wings probably made distractions a lot less likely. Edmund inclined his head slightly, then, and his frown deepened. "What would have happened if you'd been alone when that man showed up? Or if he'd gotten ahold of you?" he demanded, suddenly. This stuff really..Didn't happen often, did it?
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 9, 2008 5:25:56 GMT -5
Blaine blinked at this curiously. He couldn’t fly?
“ Is it cause you don’t know how to or is it they are not capable?” He asked tilting his head. Probably a bit too curios for his own good. As he suddenly found himself encased in feathers he was forced to turn his eyes upon the man’s own. He smiled sheepishly as he was suddenly found on the spot.
“ Well so far I have had enough luck to escape…..though usually my brother is with me to help get us out of it…. I could manage. I’m a fae, tricks are my specialty. I somehow tend to manage one way or another… if he caught me… well. I wouldn’t want to think about that….” Blaine spoke as he looked down to the ground with that just beaten child look.
“ I ran away….so I would be thoroughly punished… raped…possibly killed off it my father is in a bad mood. I’m sort of a failure in my world…. “ He frowned for a moment before smiling back up at the guy .
“ As you saw compared to that other guy………I’m not vicious nor sexual enough to inherit the throne.” He smiled suddenly as if he was merely talking about the weather.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 9, 2008 6:19:57 GMT -5
A half-step forward and his wings wrapped about him a bit more tightly, downy fluff permitted to brush Blaine's arms. He inclined his head downwards a little further, leaning towards the other, and his posture almost suggested some sort of dysfunctional embrace. "..Stupid." Well, save the expression, tone..Insults. But apparently those were just a part of the whole Edmund-package. "You really are. Who says something like that, then smiles?"
He really meant it this time, too. Blaine..Had to be stupid.. For anyone to just be so..So cheery, right after saying that.. Or maybe he really was insane. That might explain a whole lot. "I don't get how anyone like you managed to get along on your own." A snort, a shake of his head. "It baffles me." ..Managed. No matter what nasty things he said to him, that was a past tense, because if something like that happened again..He was really going to have to kick some ass. Mother-bear-impulse was appeased.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 9, 2008 16:06:04 GMT -5
“ My brother told me once, that frowning does not do anything for my looks, he said I should smile. No matter what happened. So I smile.” Blaine told him happily as the man spoke to him. Eyes of emerald and amber watching him, looking up to his greater height as he continued on his playful grin. “ Anyway, being upset only makes for worry lines. Like you have.” He spoke as he was so close in the haphazard attempt of a sort of embrace of the males wings. He raised his pointer finger at this. Touching his forehead in demonstration of the man having worry lines or in the least suggesting it playfully. Now with the wings embracing him, in that moment of quiet talk. Blaine further went forth thinking about how this guys wings looked like a giant fluffy duck’s. With this the male suddenly fell forward. Arms wrapped about his back as he pressed his face into the man’s front torso. Nuzzling him in a innocent matter Blaine smiled all the more. “ Thank you…. For helping me…” Yeah….. Blaine broke the number one rule…. Again
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 9, 2008 17:18:48 GMT -5
Surprise followed by dissapproval flashed crystal-clear across the hybrid's face, and he leaned, first, his head back away from the hand on his face, and then his entire body even further aas the faerie's own was suddenly too close. He couldn't believe he was actually..hugging him. His wings pulled back away again, settling loosely behind him, but he actually had the patience and willpower to tolerate the hug for a few more seconds, arms held awkwardly out at his sides, frowning and still leaning just a little bit back, like a failing attempt to put more space between them.
"..So," he said, finally, patience sputtering out, scowling down at the top of Blaine's head as his wings fidgeted around bad-naturedly behind him, "You listen when someone tells you not to frown, but you don't listen when I say 'I will hurt you if you touch me'?" He squirmed a little in Blaine's grasp, now. "What about 'get the hell off or that threat about breaking your arms will be much more sincere'?" He didn't mean it. Of course he didn't mean it. Smacking Blaine, on the other hand..That, he might do. Even if this time..Yes. A lot of all his huffing was only for show, just this once.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 9, 2008 19:07:32 GMT -5
Blaine could only grin at this.
“ That was good advice. Your’s is optional advice.” He explained as if that fact alone made it purely 100% clear. Okay well the fae had a bit of processing issues when it came to the old brain sometimes. Hey at least he wasn’t getting him drunk again. He let go of the man and grinned up at him in a playful matter.
“ So tell me again, is it those wings -can’t- lift you off the ground, or is it that you don’t know how?” He asked him. Leaving out the thoughts of calling him Mr.Goose or some other form of pet name. No, Blaine really didn’t want to die today. Though he had to admit the man was sort of like a giant goose. Honking away with threats but never carrying them out… well sometimes he did… but other times he didn’t. It was those other times that made Blaine smile for the man seemed so cold on the outside but he could sense that somewhere within there was something good. Something kind that wanted to be set free. Oh god he was starting to sound like a therapist…
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 9, 2008 19:43:06 GMT -5
"Optional my ass," he muttered, swatting at the side of the faerie's head. He'd show him just how 'optional' they really weren't, if he kept up that attitude. "Nothing I say is 'optional'." If he had any idea Blaine was comparing him to a goose..Even the slightest inkling.. Ooh. Bad things would happen.
A snort as he looked down at his shirt, plucking at the still mostly-in-tact front, mourning the garment's untimely end for a second or two. His favorite shirt.. But he snapped himself out of it, shaking his head, answering with a simple, "Can't." A halfhearted flap or two of his wings was enough to send a decent wind Blaine's way, but that was it. "There's no way they can lift my weight." He hated that. He really..Really hated that. And his expression said it, his tone of voice said it, his posture said it. If they had to look like a.. A wild turkeys' wings-Even though they really didn't, they just summarily failed to live up to his standards of 'angelic'- the least they could do was get him off the ground. Which they never had, couldn't, never would. Embarassing.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 9, 2008 19:50:27 GMT -5
Blaine winced as he tried to dodge the attack but failed at last. Getting the bonk to the side of the head he frowned a bit, the spot throbbing just a tad.
“ Hey!” He complained for a moment till the man spoke of his condition. He looked down. Fiddling with his fingers for a moment before looking back up.
“ I’m sorry… I wish I could help you with that… somehow.” He admitted though well…. How do you make someone light enough to fly….. That was a really hard question for him to answer. Especially since you couldn’t just fill them up with air like they did on cartoons… though he had to admit, it was a pretty entertaining thought all the same.
“ Well… do they at least feel better like that? Or does your back hurt? “ He asked him as he tilted his head a bit. Trying to figure out their next move.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 9, 2008 20:40:44 GMT -5
Edmund made a vauge 'eh' sort of noise, shrugging. "..About the same, really." He wriggled his wings a little, as though to make sure. Yeah. Still hurting, just a little..The muscles around the bases of his wings weren't incredibly happy with him either. Holding up a new pair of limbs took more work than they were used to on a day-to-day basis..
He glanced once more down at his ruined shirt, his torn pants. ..How was he even going to leave this alley? ..Well, with a lot of people staring, probably. His gaze shifted to the faerie's feather-scratches, and he shook his head. "Home might be a good idea.." 'Home' struck him as strange as it came out of his mouth. Really, he'd meant to say 'my house'..Or something. Even 'my home' wouldn't have been so wierd. But..It was Blaine's home now, too, he supposed..What a strange thought. He still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the idea that he was actually sharing his house now. "My shirt's lacking a back, and a bandaid or two wouldn't kill you."
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 9, 2008 21:12:12 GMT -5
Blaine grinned at this as he posed playfully before the man.
“ I’m a fae silly, I have magic.” he grinned as he looked to the man. Walking forward for a step he was about to place his hands upon the man’s shoulders before he stopped.
“ Um… don’t hit me for this.” He grinned as he let his magic swirl about as he placed his hands towards the guys shoulders.
“ Let me see what I can do. As you can see.” Blaine explained as he let his wings disappear once more. The two holes in his shirt mended in a instant as he continued looking into the man’s eyes.
“ It’s a specialty of mine…. To fix wing holes.” He grinned as he tried to see if he could fix the man’s shirt himself… of if the guy was going to refuse his help.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 9, 2008 21:26:43 GMT -5
Edmund didn't look anything if not skeptical, but he rolled his eyes at 'don't hit me', apparently a sign of allowing it. At least, until roughly a second later, when he arched a brow, lifting a hand to push Blaine's away.
"It's not really going to to much good if there's still shit sticking out of my back, is it?" ..Really. A little roll of his eyes, and he grimaced, giving his shoulders an unhappy little roll. There was a painful sounding crack, and then they folded back onto themselves, sinking back into his skin. He shuddered, lifting a hand over his shoulder to rub at it. Now he really felt..Naked. The holes in his shirt made his back feel more exposed, and his back felt suddenly too light.. He cursed under his breath.
"Alright. Fix away."
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 9, 2008 21:31:26 GMT -5
“ Heh, sorry… you can let them out later. I ‘ll give you a full wing massage!” Blaine grinned as he went about mending the cloths. Hey it was a innocent enough offer… even though he now had a fascination with playing with the fluffy white wings… it was even better then having a pet duck! When Blaine was finished he stepped back a bit. A grin upon his face as he let the guy inspect his handiwork.
“ Well what do you think?” he asked her curiously.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 9, 2008 22:00:10 GMT -5
))-Gurgles and flaps around like a wounded duck- Sorry my posts are turning fail. e.e;;((
Edmund ignored the offer of a massage entirely. That..Logically, he should probably say 'no' to that, he thought. But..Damn, it would feel good. Maybe he'd let him try it later. He wouldn't let any booze within three feet of them, and he'd keep a close eye on the little punk.. Really, standing there, it was hard to equate the grinning person in front of him with the one that had done all..That. So maybe he'd let him try it..Maybe.
He watched curiously as the faerie messed with his shirt, lifting a hand to pluck experimentally at the fabric when he was done. Just a second or two longer of inspection, and he found himself giving a nod. "..Nice," he admitted, sounding almost reluctant to admit that he was actually impressed, but happy to have his shirt back all the same. It really did look alright..Surprising. "..Very nice." It seemed like, the more he praised Blaine, the more grudging it sounded.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 9, 2008 22:14:11 GMT -5
“Well it’s fixed then. Come on. Lets get you home.” He grinned. Wondering what had changed in the man between their first meeting with him in this state… and well, the fight. He seemed… a little more… he just couldn’t place it at all. What was it exactly? Maybe in time he would figure this out he thought silently to himself. He started to head back out of the alley. Looking about to make sure no one had been spying on them from all the commotion they had caused. Though of course no one wanted to see what the hustle was since well they could have drugged into the whole ordeal. Something not many city dwellers cared to get into. As they started to walk, a pretty stately man walked by. Dressed in businessman style clothing Blaine’s hand swiftly made the move. He pretended to accidentally bump into the man as he walked. Quickly dusting him off.
“ I’m so clumsy, so sorry sir.” he remarked as the guy just muttered something and kept on his way. Blaine grinned at this. Once the man was out of sight he whipped out the wallet and started to count the money inside. Wasn’t bad… two hundred dollars. The guy was a pretty decent mark.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 9, 2008 23:02:22 GMT -5
Trailing out of the alleyway after Blaine, doing his best not to look too horribly shifty, Edmund was putting a fair amount of effort into popping his shoulder when Blaine 'stumbled into someone'. He arched a brow, and opened his mouth to say something, probably along the lines of 'two left feet', 'if you get the cops called on us I'm going to-', or the tried and true 'you are fantastically stupid', as soon as the man was out of earshot. He'd taken a breath for the delivery when he spotted the wallet.
The second brow shot up to join the first, and he looked nothing but surprised for a second, then shook his head. "You..Are such a little punkass.." But he actually sounded a little bit..Amused. If he were a better person, he thought, he'd be clubbing Blaine and taking that wallet back to its owner. It was just too bad for the man that..No. He wasn't that good of a person..At least not when it came to wallets. "..Did all that money you got come out of peoples' pockets..?" Amused, and maybe a little bit impressed.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 10, 2008 15:08:46 GMT -5
Blaine’s orbs turned to meet Edmunds own at this. That all too familiar pleased smirk crossing his face. He dipped his head a bit with a wave of his hand.
“ Of course. That’s my trade. It’s the only good skill I got out of my urban lineage. A light hand, and a pretty face. People don’t think twice about someone stumbling into them. “ Blaine grinned since he was taking this as praise and not a beating for doing wrong.
“ Find a good enough mark, you make 200$ clear. No taxes, no anything. Two hundred dollars to spend as I will. The rest of this wallet..” Blaine smirked as he left it on the side of the road.
“ Will only get me in trouble.” He grinned proudly. The fae surely wasn’t going to work for his cash, when he could freeload off of the rich.
“ I know all the good ways to get freebies.” He added as he walked along and pocketed the money.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 10, 2008 17:26:39 GMT -5
"Cocky, aren't you?" Edmund asked, what favorable tone there'd been to his voice dissapearing again. He slipped his hands down into his pockets, trudging after Blaine. No matter how cocky he said he was, he supposed he was right. If that wasn't an example of a 'light hand', he didn't know what was. A glance back at the wallet, a twinge of guilt. Ah, well. The guy'd cancel his credit cards or whatever..
As far as pretty face went.. Well. Whatever he wanted to think, right? A sideways glance at him, inspecting his features on a whim. He couldn't say he'd spent much time thinking about him being appealing.. More seeing him as 'freeloader', 'molester'.. Gaze trained on his face, he took a split second to think about it, brows arching. Well..Alright. Maybe Blaine was right about 'pretty face', too.. Not that it mattered. He wasn't going to tell him such a thing. Apparently, calling him 'beautiful' earlier in the morning was something his mind had mercifully let slip..
He realized, soon enough, that he was staring, and blinked, clearing his throat, a little outward expression of being unsettled, a little embarassed by his own thoughts. "So.." he began, thinking in some little paranoid corner of his mind that Blaine might've somewhow figured out where his mind was, and opting to distract him, "Are you still up for the park? Or might there be more psychos..?" Now he was the one saying it so easily.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 10, 2008 17:51:04 GMT -5
“ Hell, if your up for it I’m up for it.” Blaine told him with a devious smirk. He could definitely make more marks that way…. And maybe they could get some more sweets out there at the various carts that strolled the sidewalks. With this he was about to turn to grab the man’s hand and yank him along excitedly but stopped. That…. That just might not be a good idea so he let his hand fall back to his side uselessly.
“ If you don’t include me… then we shouldn’t. That guy back there was surprised by your attack…. So he’ll allow himself to recover a bit before trying again. Though it won’t be long till others come. He’s bound to spill it that I have been about this area. Though well I hope my brother can stall them a bit. I don’t want to be a bother to you.” He admitted, for a moment loosing that devious nature of his as he looked back to him with a innocent face.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 10, 2008 18:34:13 GMT -5
The hybrid 'hmph'd in reply to all that Blaine told him, frowning in an idle sort of way as he listened. When he caught what the fae told him about being a bother, then turned his eyes from the random people passing back to his face, his frown deepened, just in the slightest. Ack.. There was that face again. That had to be what was getting to him.. The thought of nasty bastards like the one that had shown up putting their hands on someone that looked so..So childish.. He supposed something like that really did piss him off.. Trying to figure out how his own mind was working was really starting to bug him.
"..Whatever," he muttered, increasing his pace, striding ahead of the blonde. "I can handle it. The next one that shows up is getting a foot five feet up his ass." Which might roughly translate to 'don't worry about it, I'll keep them back'..Or something.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 10, 2008 18:45:34 GMT -5
Blaine could only grin brightly at these words. They were as close to a ’ I shall protect you’ he was ever going to get out of this guy. He jogged up after the man as he took off. Keeping pace easily as he turned his face once more to the guy. Wondering… what was going on in that complex brain of his.
“ And you call me cocky?” He asked shooting the remark back at the man finally. That playful smile lingered on his face as he went down the road, and made the right past the old cemetery.
“ Hey… I know you’re a mix but… how much about the paranormal world do you know of? No offense I just meant well… did your other parent not of the bird like species… know about this?” He asked him curiously. Trying to get to know him better during this leisurely outing.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 10, 2008 19:05:13 GMT -5
'Birdlike', he thought. Ouch. That settled it. He really did look like a wild turkey.. A shake of his head, and Edmund glanced, now, at the cemetary as they passed. "Don't know," he answered, finally, with a careless sort of shrug. "I honestly couldn't even tell you which one that is." He wrinkled his nose a little at the tombstones, thinking, not for the first time, how exceedingly dull they all were. Someone needed one that was different, for once..
He looked back at Blaine, instead, deciding his face was favorable over dreary chunks of stone. "I know enough, I suppose," he answered his first question with another shrug. "I'm probably not incredibly current with whatever shit's hitting the fan right about now.." As far as he was concerned, it was always safe to assume something was going wrong..He'd think paranormals would be able to handle themselves better than humans, but apparently not.. "And I'm not really familiar with all the important faces in the witches or who's in charge of what now or.." He realized he was about to go off on a tangent of how exceedingly annoying all the political stuff was, and stopped himself. "You could say I'm just not that interested." And really, he wasn't. Regular people were bad enough..He had a walking example of just how much more irritating things could get when you threw in other species right next to him.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 10, 2008 19:18:27 GMT -5
Blaine could only laugh a bit as the man was borderline a rant right then.
“ Well, as far as the political shit goes, fear the one named Delano cause he will be your death. The one named Claud… is supposed to be on our side but well. I still don’t think he’s the sort to support pick pocketing so I stay out of that mess. “ He informed him with a devious grin. Only then did the man look to the cemetery. Someone sneaking around back to one of the entrances to the underground black market. He knew the face all to well, that being one of the were’s who frequented the bar…. Which reminded Blaine of something even more important.
“ Dammit, I forgot tonight was a full moon.” He frowned…. Looking back to Edmund a bit.
“ So if you have any errands I suggest commit to them before dark. It won’t be pretty… once the moon rises.” He pointed out to him.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 10, 2008 19:27:59 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at the little deluge of information from the blonde, muttering a flippant, "Still don't care.." half under his breath. ..Well. It might be good to know that something that sounded so big was going on.. But really, he thought, No one's going to be 'my death' if they don't know I'm out here. I stay far enough out of that.. Maybe he was a little too sure about that. But it had worked so far, hadn't it? Don't get involved with people or organizations, and they can't dump their shit on you. It might've been safe to say that that was one of the major ideas he lived on. And as far as he was concerned, it worked.
He gave a hearty little roll of his eyes at the next little newsflash. "No shit." This city.. "This city really sucks. Have you ever noticed that?" he demanded, quirking a brow. "Why does anyone live here?"
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 10, 2008 20:03:12 GMT -5
Blaine looked a little surprised to Edmund at this. With a devious grin he passed the cemetery. Looking forward in silent thought as he decided what to tell him exactly about this place.
“ Lets just say… this is the place the damned are drawn to….This is the grounds for the forgotten.” He told him. Leaving those words there as if he was a scholar for once. Soon the park loomed into view. The male pointing it out excitedly.
“ Where almost there!” He chimmed like a little kid in a candy shop.
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