PopeAlessandros

A Bloody Murder

Rei is curious as to what the prince means about things going further than they should have, but instead of asking he just nods slowly, keeping his eyes on the young man. The fae follows him back to the breakfast dish to grab another bite or two to tide him over until he can hit the kitchens, but pauses when the prince asks him about not accompanying him. He's about to ask why when the prince moves right on to explaining. His brows slowly furrow as the man speaks however and he can feel a touch of ire growing inside of him. 'The man will be cruel, for his son surviving an attack? An attack that should never have made it through the front gates? One that his soldiers were to incompetent to prevent? I seriously question this man's ability to rule if he looses his anger on the most innocent of those he is suppose to protect. . .'

When Alessandro pauses to eat a bit Rei finds his words slowly and speaks them softly. “My duty is to your life, so if I see it threatened, I will act.” He tilts his head to the side. “However, by your word, I will stay my hand so long as I am sure your life is not in danger.” With that said, he joins the prince eating and drinking until the young man stands to leave. His magic trickles around him, his senses keyed up as he straps on his knife and moves to follow behind his ward. As Alessandro strides into the room where his father waits, Rei takes up a position that will keep the prince in sight, but will keep him from the eyes of the king.

The argument is. . .Stupid. There is no other word for it as far as Rei is concerned. The king is acting like a fool who'd just received a swift kick in the ego, and is intent to loose his anger on the only one not at fault. The fae is tense, his hand at his side where he grips the hilt of his dagger tightly. He's seen what anger can make people do and he is ready should the worse come to pass. Rei recognizes the position, and the weapon, but true to his word he does not move from his spot as the first blows fall. Moments later, Peter is there, and the cruelty of the king glows brighter and more loathsome in the small Fae's eyes. 'They are children, barely above whelps, and you beat them like wild dogs!'

It takes more effort than usual for the small male to remain silent, his loathing of the proceedings seen only by Peter who catches his eye once or twice between blows. He doesn't know that his anger on their behalf gives the boy strength, or that the anger endears him to the youth more than anything he's done before. All he knows is that was he is seeing is vile and inhuman and foolish, and had he his way, it would have ended before the first blow fell.

Finally, the king and his dog turn and leave and Rei moves out of the shadows. Unable to vent his loathing on the man, he lets out a hiss at the doctor as she once again speaks to Alessandro in a rather disrespectful tone. She jumps, having not seen him, and at the look in his eyes she backs away slowly like one would from a rabid beast. She flees quickly and soon they are completely alone. The sudden movement of Peter falling on his mater makes Rei's head snap around and he realizes that he's quite wound up. It's been a very long time and he's not quite sure how to handle it, but as he looks at the two holding one another he says a silent blessing he heard some of the healers in his village and moves close to them, placing a hand on each of their backs.

The magic courses through him and very faintly the wounds are soothed, but at the sight of Peter flinching he concludes they still hurt rather badly and he withdraws his hands. Unable to stand still the fae begins to pace, low growls coming from him as he tries to seek a way to calm himself. Peter had noticed that he felt a little better after Rei touched him, but he figured that it was mostly the thought of the scary man trying to comfort him that brought the relief and did not suspect magic at all. As he watches Rei pace he wants to thank him. Thank him for being angry, for not looking on with disinterest as his master was beaten, but he doesn't know how to say it without sounding foolish so he instead looks to his master.

'I have never used my magic like that, I did not know I could. I thought the connection to the earth was lost with the blood I spilt. That is what I was told. . .' His mind goes over the words of the elders, recalling what they said when he asked about his magic and how it differed from everyone else's. His eyes stay on the floor as he paces and growls, a bit like an agitated dog. His hand is still clutching the hilt of his dagger. He knows that releasing his magic would calm him a good deal, but he also knows that he can't. 'After using it on Peter, I do not need him feeling the residual waves in the air from my small magics when I am in this state. Even a human would notice them. . .' He has just enough control to keep his eyes from flashing in his anger, but it takes a good deal of concentration to keep them from glowing behind his feelings.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Well, that’s an interesting experiment to be tried later’ Kuro thinks to himself, his mind going over the options of how one would manage to bathe while in another’s lap. The images that float to the surface are in no way innocent and he gently pushes them aside, reminding himself that things are still very on the fence and the angel likely unsure as he is about where they stand now. A chuckle finds it’s way out of the collapsed demon as he hears Aoba worrying over Homura and giving him positive reinforcement. ’So cute!’ He turns his head slightly to see Homura’s reaction.

The blind demon looks at Aoba with slightly wider eyes than usual and is trying to decide if the angel is teasing him. ’It was just some simple healing, does he really think I would have such problems? Does he really think I so weak?’ He thinks for a long moment, then scowls. ’No, he’s not that foolish. Issho may terrify him more, but he would never use cheek with me, would he?’

The furious thoughts racing behind those white eyes are clear as day to the eldest brother and in a soft voice he murmurs to Aoba, “Homura is quite powerful. Even if his subject is as powerful as this Little Black Storm Cloud he will be fine.” He nods. “Worry over a demon becoming weak or tired is disrespectful, but you did not know. Now you do.” There is no reproach in his voice and as he looks at Aoba he gives him an understanding look before turning his eyes on to the white, staring eyes that are surveying him carefully. He doesn’t know what Homura is looking for, but not wanting to waste any more time he lets out a sigh and gets to his feet.

Gathering up the still thrashing Dani, Issho helps Homura to his feet before looking at Aoba seriously. “Will you be able to handle him on your own?”

With a grunt Kuro finally moves, turning his head so he can see Issho. “That was so a backhanded way of calling me tired and weak brother.” Ishoo looks back at Kuro and simply raises an eyebrow before turning his gaze once more onto Aoba. Before the angel can answer however Kuro sighs and carefully begins climbing to his feet. ’If he’s going to go ahead and tell him about the custom of strength pervasive all over hell, I’d better at least pretend to be strong. . .’ Shaking his head to clear away some of the cobwebs he hugs on Aoba happily once the smaller male is on his feet before playfully sweeping the angel off his feet and holding him bridal style, looking down at him with a grin.

Shaking his own head Issho inclines his head slightly to say good bye, Dani now limp and pouty in his arms, and with a touch to his amulet he opens a portal to hell. Ignoring his faint whiny objections Issho draws Homura along behind him, giving the silver haired man just enough time to wave good bye before he vanishes into the swirling vortex. Once that too vanishes the two are left in the twilight of the evening and Kuro sighs happily, finally alone with his Little Mouse. ’Well, nearly alone’ he muses, looking over at Kyou who, while not quite as terrified as before, is still cowering at the base of the tree. With a growl and a snap he send the demon scuttling off to the barn and then, smiling, his gaze falls on Aoba’s delicate face and he sighs happily, a faint smile on his lips.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

~Still in the kiss with the man he loves, Seishu lets Enasi take his hand and follows along as he begins swaying on the spot. A purr begins deep in his chest as the motion brings them closer together and further apart at the same time. He holds tight to his lover, but does not hinder his movements, not wanting the man to feel bound in any way. Nuzzling against his lover as they break the kiss he lets out a sigh, the song around them taking the weight from his body and giving him a light feeling he’s desperately missed in his unconscious hours. . . .

I have missed this feeling

I have missed this body against my own

I have missed it all

But now, it returns to me

Beautiful

And whole

He follows Enasi, humming along to the music as the red head begins leading him into a dance, and smiles softly as the reins are slowly handed over to him. His old confidence returns a little bit and he takes his lover’s offer and begins leading the smaller male across the field happily, their steps perfectly matched.

The dance is interrupted by a fleeting kiss bestowed upon the Nightmare Guardian’s lips by his lovely counterpart and the long haired male sighs happily, returning the kiss with fervor. He can feel his body keying up, wanting to take this further, to become more connected with his lover, and the world around them reacts to this desire before he can even think to set the mood. The sky darkens slightly, the air around them lighting with small glowing balls that drift about lazily and casting the two of them in a beautiful glow. The moon above provides just enough light to see by should they really need it, but is dim enough so that the balls of light cast a sensual atmosphere.

Seishu slowly brings the dance to a halt, holding his lover close and just looking down into his eyes with a fond sparkle. His hands slide along his lover’s sides with definite intent and he sighs softly, his gaze becoming gentle and questioning. In a quite, warm voice Seishu murmurs, “I missed you so much Enasi. I always knew you would come, but that did not stop me from longing for you every moment we were apart.” He plants some feather light kisses across the man’s face before going on. His voice is almost hesitant. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to, but. . . .” He gazes into Enasi’s eyes longingly. “I want to come closer to you. . . .I want to connect with you. . . . .Completely. . . .” He draws his hands lovingly down Enasi’s back, his intent and desire clear, but he leaves it completely open for the man to deny Seishu’s want.~

A Bloody Murder

Nodding at the report that his meal is not yet in his room Rei is about to ask if he could have a bit from Alessandro's plate when the prince offers to share, unsolicited. With a nod he accepts the offer, wandering over to the table where the tray rests and taking a seat cross legged on one of the chairs. His mind goes over what he knows of the castle thus far, working out whereto stand should the king not want him around, or if the prince insists on talking to the man alone. He knows a bit about nobles and their habits, given his career a must He knows that sometimes it's better to be just out of sight, to give the assassin a feeling of comfort at not seeing any guards, if you're trying to catch or kill said assassin.

He munches slowly on various bits, leaving most of the food and taking only enough to keep him going for now. He listens to the exchange between the two with mild interest, the prince's words familiar to him, though not from the prince himself. 'I believe I once read a passage where a knight said something like that. Not exactly, however I do recall liking that character. . .' Once Peter leaves Rei's eyes go to his ward and he watches the man move painfully. He wonders if the prince needs any help, but before he can ask, Alessandro has something to ask him.

Tilting his head to the side he listens to the stumbled question curiously and tries to figure out what exactly the man is talking about. He thinks back over the prince letting him share his bed, pulling him into a hug, and he can't really see anything rude about either, but he decides to present them to Alessandro for assessment. “Last night after we returned I asked to stay in this room for your safety and you complied. After I was finished doing my checks I got ready to sleep then joined you in bed. Once I was there you pulled me to you and said you just wanted to stay like that for awhile, and since I saw now real reason to move, when you fell asleep, I did not move away.” He tilts his head to the other side.

“I was not uncomfortable, and in fact the warmth was pleasant in its own way, so I do not see anything rude, but as I am rather inexperienced in social exchanges I am not sure if any of that was rude on either of our parts.” Setting down the roll he was nibbling on he blinks his slow blink. “Honestly it was simply different, and more comfortable than usual. I have come across people sleeping like that with others before and I never understood how one could be comfortable like that, but that could have to do a great deal with the way I was raised, to always have your back guarded, or at the least, not exposed, when in a compromising position. . .” He shrugs, getting up to begin checking the room again, sending his tendrils of magic beyond the walls to keep an feel on things, waiting until he's given something else to do, or the conversation continues.

We'll take the low road.

Sorry I haven't been replying. I've been preparing for a trip and been a bit busy. Once I'm settled on the other side I shoooould have time to get back to posting! Again, sorry *Bows*

Of Steam and Souls

Sorry I haven't been replying. I've been preparing for a trip and been a bit busy. Once I'm settled on the other side I shoooould have time to get back to posting! Again, sorry *Bows*

A Bloody Murder

Rei lay there peacefully, sending out little tendrils of magic here and there to check over things since he can't look at them with his eyes or feel them with his fingers. His ears are constantly perked for happenings out in the hall but it's movement from inside the room that actually stir first. From behind he can feel the prince's breathing pattern change and while he maintains his stillness, he sends out his magic to dance across the man, making sure he's not ripped own his wound or something somehow.

His inspection is pulled up short however as what is unmistakably a kiss is presses to his head and his mind goes blank for a moment. Not half a second later it explodes with questions but he keeps them all in check. Instead he simply rolls over and stares at the man, a faintly curious expression hidden behind his normal calm indifference. He doesn't know what to make of the gesture, but for now he refrains from asking as he hears rapid footsteps approaching the prince's door.

It isn't until the door bursts open that he realizes that some time during the night, probably via the prince shifting or something, that his bandanna has come off. He rolls so he can face the lad, hopping that his bed head will cover his non human nature until he can find the damn thing again. The sudden shock of sunlight makes his pupils retract but there's barely an instant of transition between his seeing clarity from dim to startlingly bright. As such, he sees the flit of shock running across the youth's face, something he expected, and also the touch of jealousy, which he did not. 'I recognize that want, but what exactly is he wanting here?'

Mentally shaking his head he sits up a little bit to try and locate his bandanna and stills once more as he feels fingers near his ears. The gentle brush of flesh against the sensitive shells makes him shiver and his eyes nearly close as one finger brushes across the tip. Once he's no longer being touched he goes back to looking for the bit of cloth so he doesn't have to rely on his hair to keep his secret any longer. Tugging it out from beneath a pillow he looks at it, curious as to how it got there, but it takes only a second or so to undo the knot and tie it back in place over his ear tips.

Once in place he sits up properly and stretches, ignoring the exchange of pleasantries. This is a trusted persona after all. Rei has other matters to attend to. Looking to the window he shifts, ready to get out of bed but stops as Peter addresses both he and Alessandro. Feels strange to be asked permission for something out of the blue, like it always is for the fae, and it takes him a moment to figure out how to reply. Finally he murmurs, “Do what you need to.” before slipping out of bed and wandering over to the open window.

The light from the sun makes the fae's bare skin look particularly pale as he looks over the grounds with a sharp eye for anything out of place. He doesn't notice behind him the squire going quite red as Rei wanders around without clothes, carefully avoiding staring as he goes about his task. He does however notice the color when he turns back around to address the youth. His eyes narrow curiously as he wander over to put on his clothes, curious about why Peter is flushed, but more curious about a different matter altogether. “Would my morning meal be in my room, or was it that I heard falling to the floor earlier?” If his meal isn't in his room, he figures the prince wouldn't mind sharing, at least until Rei can get down to the kitchens to feed himself. He doesn't plan on going too far from Alessandro today. He still feels that the plot has not yet seen itself out and that the real attempt is yet to come.

A Bloody Murder

So so sorry that took so long! Turkey day hit me hard, and my house is still a mess, and, bleh :P

A Bloody Murder

All his efforts seem to be in vain however as moments after he settles he feels movement to hiss side. His eyes crack open in time to see the prince reaching out for him and, seeing no harm coming his way, he limply lets the man gather him up in an embrace. The Prince's chest is very warm against his back and in a way that is quite soothing, the fae letting himself relax a bit in the prince's arms. He feels a head settle atop his own, Alessandro's breath ruffling his hair. The murmured words are barely discernible to the pointy eared man but as soon as he feels the man nod off behind him he thinks them over and wonders if he should scoot away.

He knows that he could stay still so he doesn't have to worry about waking the man, but he does wonder if he'll be effective as a body guard in this position. 'If someone comes in the window, this is a perfect position, but if by the door. . . .But the guards inside are almost good enough to keep anyone from coming that way, unless some were paid off, but really. . .' He lifts Alessandro's arm gently to test how easy it would be to escape then settles it back down again. 'I could get out and up quickly enough, and my blade is barely a foot away' He eyes the hilt sitting facing his way on the bedside table.

Then, finally, with a sigh he contents himself with the position he's now in and, after a tiny bit of shifting, he settles in to sleep for the night, falling off almost immediately. He wakes a few times, movement in the hall and from Alessandro himself putting him on alert, but he manages to get a full night's sleep regardless. He wakes before the prince and decides to just lay there and wait til the man rouses himself or the manservant arrives. 'Given his wound, he should sleep for as long as possible' He muses, stretching his fingers and toes as he waits comfortably.

A Bloody Murder

He has no idea what trust has to do with sharing him staying in the room 'Of course he trusts me with his life. It is what I am here for' however ha accepts it as the signs that the man is really drifting off and lets it go. Standing up he goes back to the platter and grabs a large hunk of meat before beginning to wander around the room. His magic touches every corner, checking twice for anything out of place while his sharp little canines slice into the meat and tear of bits for consumption. He normally doesn't eat so fast, but with Alessandro injured and in need of his sleep he wants to eat as quickly as possible so his movement does not disturb the man's sleep.

Two more sweeps and several minutes looking out on the grounds later Rei confirms that there is nothing immediately wrong with the boy's current surroundings and then with a sigh, at last, he relaxes a bit. Not too much, he knows he can't, it's too dangerous, but it is enough for him to down several fruits, drink a full mug of some bitter yet sweet juice, and contemplate going to sleep. Stopping at the foot of the prince's bed he stands for a long while just watching. Like before, he tries to figure, tries to understand. Unlike the night before however this time the subject of caring continues to run through his head and some foreign wondering make themselves known.

'Well, he cares for me, and I will only be here a while. Would I be able to try this caring thing? Perhaps it would make me better able to relate to my people back at home. . .Perhaps even help me be better at my job, understanding things like this' It doesn't cross his mind that it may feel nice to have such a light feeling in his chest. 'He cares for me. He cares for the old man. He cares for the freckled youth. . .But the only who seem to return that caring, are those people, and those in the book shop, that I have seen thus far. . .'

His mind travels darkly to Alessandro's sister and the darkness he sees in her despite her open professions of affection for the prince. With a sigh he shakes his head, still too far from all these things to even begin to understand them. Slipping to the other side of the bed Rei scoops up his bandanna and secures it in place once more. His ears protest slightly but he ignores them, slithering out of his clothing. Once he is completely devoid of clothing – his normal sleeping standard – Rei slips into bed and shifts around a bit until he has a nice comfortable position. He tries not to move around too much, not wanting to wake the prince, and eventually he falls still, yawning and comfy.

~*~*~*~*~

Miles away a small figure crawls under a wide, smooth leaved bush and settles in for the night. The night normally does not stop him, however it has been two days since he rested so taking the convenience of the good cover he curls up, bag under his head, plant life embracing him and keeping him safe from the chill of the night, and lets his consciousness float away. The last image that passes before his eyes as he begins to drift off is the sight of a certain other fae stopping and looking back at him, one last time, before vanishing from sight. . .