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Post by BILLIE JEAN "FALLON" TCHKOVSKI on Oct 4, 2009 1:58:18 GMT -5
she'd finally gathered enough courage to see her parents. They'd believed her dead, she'd had to think things through before going to see them. Fallon had been thinking for hours on what she should say, how to contact them --all of this of course while Anthonie was out of the house. They had so much fun together when they were both home.
Damn...she'd said home. Her lips formed a pout as she reminded herself that this was temporary. The petite girl was making her way down the street, dressed in a pair of skintight black jeans, knee-high boots, a thick royal blue knitted sweater, and a furry --of course fake furry-- hat covering some of her hair. What was visible of the strands was a faded pink, more of a light red. While living with Anthonie, recovering from her experience as a slave, Fallon had let the colour of her hair fade. While she'd been with the Atra, most of them had been amused by the colour of her hair, using strong natural dyes on her to keep it bright. Fallon didn't know if she wanted to change her colour completely or whether to be thankful to them.
No, never. She would never be thankful to the Atra.
She reached up and adjusted her hat as she crossed the street, then walked past the Starbucks. Fallon caught a wiff of fresh coffee and had to quicken her steps to keep from going in and buying herself and Anthonie some drinks. A slight smile curved her lips as she thought of what the two of them would be like on caffeine. She adored Anthonie, and not just because he'd saved her life, given her her freedom. No, the boy was a complete sweetheart, he seemed kind, honest, caring. Seemed almost too good to be true!
As she turned a corner, Fallon once more reached up and adjusted her hat. She'd gone to see her father first, and he'd given her the had to keep her head warm. 'Would be a waste...you dying from the cold when we just got you back!' Fallon had been touched and amused by his way of thinking. They'd missed her dearly, and it'd shown in their relief and in the affection they'd given her. She'd spent half the day visiting first her father and then her mother.
Now she was heading over to Anthonies, wondering whether she should go back to living with her mother, or stay with Anthonie for another day or two...
Fallon unlocked the door and stepped inside. She closed the door behind her, stuffed the keys into the pocket of her sweather then bent over to unzip her boots, one at a time, before pulling them off. She looked up just in time to see Anthonie's dogs launching themselves at her, nearly knocking her over. They licked at her hands, trying to get at her face and Fallon could do nothing but giggle as she tried to keep her balance, one of her boots still on her feet.
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Post by ANTHONIE FAIRBURN on Oct 19, 2009 2:52:30 GMT -5
It was finally time for the boy to kick himself into action. Since he'd helped save Fallon, he'd done nothing but lay around the house and hang out with her. It was ridiculous; it wasn't like him to be so lazy and home oriented. The only time Anthonie really went out was when he was with Fallon, or taking the dogs out, or even getting food. Though he didn't mind it, he was more concentrated on getting Fallon to settle back into the routine of being a normal person. He'd seen the courts at their worst; mainly the argentum, but some pretty nasty parts of the atra too. All of the Fae courts had their nasty sides, but being a slave in the atra court was something incredibly rare to escape. If anything, she might've been the only one fortunate enough to escape; which made anthonie thank the gods above for his talent in glamour. All Fae were trained at young ages for glamour detection, and generally could always pick up on it. Having close ties with the Royal line of the Argentum fae, he'd learned things that most weren't exposed to. And now with Ealdun as the king, life took a swing in a different direction; there were things even Ealdun hadn't known that Anthonie had been learning too. The courts had plenty of hidden secrets; hidden beneath years of secrets, ties, people, death, and war.
With a slight stretch of his shoulders, Anthonie cracked his back sat up, his expression fuzzy. He'd just woken up from a good couple of hours of sleep; he'd been having issues, having given Fallon his bed to sleep in. At first, she'd refused; but when he took the couch and refused to move it kind drew her there anyway. The TV had been left on, flickering on a long unwatched channel, as he'd fallen asleep watching something, unable to remember what. With another small yawn, the boy stood up, slipping slightly. He was still a bit groggy and tired from sleep, as for he'd been doing everything in his power to make her feel at home. Belle and Stella were playfighting; the mix of husky and golden retriever fur blending into a mix of colours. He adored the two dogs; he'd had them for years. Stella let out a small yip and bounded over to the boy, jumping up on him and licking him happily, and a moment later, Belle joined him. The dogs had taken and instant liking to Fallon, which brought a smile to Anthonie's face. It was odd; they'd grown so accustumed to her presence and were often sad when she left.
Patting their heads, he stalked into the kitchen, stomach growling hungrily. He hadn't even felt the need to get dressed, as for Fallon was out somewhere, probably with her parents. She'd only been out for a short while, and was still probably catching up with the outside world once again, which left Anthonie in his normal routine; shirtless, showing off his toned body, and a pair of baby blue and white striped boxers. He was a lazy child, and really didn't have the energy. The sounds of everyday life came in through his windows... The sounds of laughter, happiness, and even some sadness. With a quick glance out, he saw the Starbucks building in the distance. It was a quick fix to move here, to his condo. Because of his rich descent, he'd actually gained a space meant for two to share. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a fairly large living space. The only reason he hadn't set up the other bedroom for Fallon was because he hadn't known, obviously; it was now being used as an office to keep track of all his stuff.
With another tiny yawn, Anthonie plopped some toast in the toaster and opened up the fridge door, as his stomach growled once again. His food stock was getting dangerously low; he was a big guy and he ate a lot. Pulling the milk out he snatched himself a glass, and at that moment the toast popped up. and he yanked it out and popped some cheese whiz on it quickly and shuffled over to the couch, as where he was before. It only took him a minute to devour the toast, and within the moment, he was stretched out once again, legs hanging over the edge. He laughed a bit as he saw Belle and Stella, who'd begun to playfight against, rolling around on the ground, nipping playfully at each other. Anthonie's mind couldnt help but wander, as for he was lonely without her. He always hated living alone, and he'd been waiting for her for quite awhile. Feelings had been flying between them, and Anthonie was left in the middle frustrated. He had no idea what to do; but he did know one thing. He wanted her to stay.
As Stella and Belle stopped, and turned their heads towards the door, Anthonie knew immediately that Fallon was home, with him. He grimanced slightly at the word, trying not to think about it. The dogs were often more aware of her than him, so he turned his head curiously and look at the door. When the dogs mauled her, Anthonie laughed playfully, before standing up jogging over to pull the dogs off the poor girl. He looked at her and smiled, which caused his eyes to crinkle slightly and light up. In the back of his head, there was the nagging self concsiousness, knowing that he was only half dressed, his chest showing quite obviously. Damn, I should've gotten dressed and cleaned up He thought quickly, before kicking the thought out of his head and re-focusing back on her. That's what mattered.
"How was it?"
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Post by BILLIE JEAN "FALLON" TCHKOVSKI on Oct 19, 2009 12:57:16 GMT -5
She loved Anthonie's dogs, Belle and Stella, and the thought of not living with them and Anthonie made her heart clench. She'd gotten so used to his place, to them. She'd gotten accustomed to talk to and seeing Anthonie every day, and soon that would change. Fallon would stay another day, but she couldn't overstay her welcome, and her parents wanted her to stay with one of them.
Fallon was a bit relieved and a bit disappointed when Anthonie pulled the dogs off he. She loved the attention they gave her, but she was also about to fall over, having somehow stayed balanced on one booted foot for about a minute. She took off the boot and pushed them aside before standing up straight.
Without really meaning to, her eyes slid up along his body as she straightened her stance. His legs, the boxers, and his bare chest. Fallon's heart picked up quite a bit, and she touched her hands to her cheeks to hide a blush, pretending that she was warming the soft skin from the chill from outside with her hands,
"Ahhh...it went alright. They were both crying, and then happy and then crying."
She let out something close to a nervous laugh, "Both of them thought they'd gone crazy...cause they'd gotten accustomed to the idea of me being dead. And the n I just showed up..."
Unconsciously her hand slid along her jaw, feeling some of the almost heeled cuts there. She was still recovering from her enslavement, and then her escape from the Atra. Her parents had of course many questions, but she didn't know what to tell them. So it all just added to her stress, "Anthonie, I didn't know what to tell them..."
More than anything she just wanted to forget it all and press close to Anthonie. She'd feel safe in his arms. Dammit, what was the matter with her? She had to move out, probably today, before she got more attached...
[ooc: sorry it's short ._. i is sick]
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Post by ANTHONIE FAIRBURN on Oct 21, 2009 22:06:23 GMT -5
Anthonie smiled down at her, glad to see that everything was working out fairly. Often, from what he'd seen, parents could be so surprised that they ended up denying the existence of their children being back. Some parents had even killed. not on purpose, of course, but the fact that they wanted to make sure it was REAL. Though he kept it hidden, Anthonie truly WAS a bit sad to know everything went so well, because, in all honesty. he really liked Fallon. In more ways than one. Not taken the wrong way, of course; He was incredibly glad everything went all, so that she could get on with her life, and just be happy, even if it meant forgetting about him or some such, but he was sad because well... He didn't want her to leave his life. She was an intriguing person, and he really liked about her.
Running his hand along Stella's golden head through her fur, Anthonie thought about what Fallon had been through before. He glanced up, into the side of the room, where, sitting there, in the center of his china cabinet, was a picture of him and Ealdun together, laughing. Both of them looked a bit younger, but there was something off about Anthonie. In that photo, the boy looked different than what he did now. Black hair, pure emerald green eyes... It was a life different than what he knew now. Most guessed that he'd dyed his hair and worn contacts, and the boy had just went along with it. Ealdun, and maybe even Ellylon, were the only ones who knew the secrets of his past. It was something he didn't disclose, something he'd pushed to the back of his mind. It's in the past now he thought, a pang of pain twisted into his heart. He glanced back at Fallon now, his eyes hidden behind a cloud of distress. He smiled weakly, trying to push it out of his mind. Then something registered in his brain, and he paled slightly.
"Hey Fallon.. Did you ever hear any of the Atra speak of a fae... solitary, probably, but working with the Argentum? Vaughn?" He glanced at her, eyes hidden beneath a fake look of normality. It'd been years since he'd even thought about his real name and past. He'd dyed his hair and glamoured his eye to change the colour to one of each. He'd told no one of his true name, and since his parents were dead... Well, there was really nothing anyone could do. The extent Ealdun knew was his first and last name, missing his middle name. Vaughn LaMont Valsalptier. Ever since he'd faked his own death, no one really acknowledged the fact he liked so alike to how he'd once been. All he'd changed about himself was his hair and eye colour, and taken on his now current name. It was obvious Anthonie wasn't his real name... Vaughn was a more "faeish" name. He'd faked his death years and years ago, so not many people thought much of the boy. Even though he'd been a solitary fae, because of being friends with Ealdun and having his sister as queen, he'd always been a bit biased towards the Argentum. He found them a more HUMANE society; where the Atra went around murdering others like it was no big deal. There was one reason in particular though, that Anthonie-- No, Vaughn-- Was so well known. For doing the exact thing he'd despised most, the thing he'd held against himself for the rest of his life.
He'd murdered the strongest Atra monarch in history. It had been years and years ago, when Ealdun was young, even for human standards, about just the age he fit now. He'd been young, Anthonie had been as well, probably fitting just barely into hundreds. He'd pulled some strings to get some Atra's full names, to get into the palace. It'd been a place less guarded and much more easily broken into, but now... It was pretty hard to get into. With the Atras names... He'd snuck in and managed to get a sword THROUGH the King's chest, digging it through into his heart. It'd still been a heavily guarded palace, but... He was well trained. It was also how he'd received the scar that dragged down from neck down to his waist; Someone had given him a nasty would with a sword, but he'd still escaped. Though he'd practically died from the wound, the Atra had become a much less powerful court, and had equaled up to the Argentum finally.
Anthonie, clearing his head, shook his head from the flashback. It was a lifestyle he'd changed since then... He'd even murdered countless atra and fae that had been unjust to the world, especially to humans. He wasn't going back to that; Vaughn was long dead, only Anthonie remained. He stared vacantly at Fallon, unsure of what to say, awaiting her answer. She probably thought he was a creep; he'd practically had a mental breakdown right infront of her.
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Post by BILLIE JEAN "FALLON" TCHKOVSKI on Oct 23, 2009 14:07:22 GMT -5
She returned his smile, then absently unbuttoned the first two buttons of her sweater. Now that she was insided, she was quite warm. Her eyes followed his to the picture in the living room. She didn't know how she knew that that was what he'd been looking at, and it didn't matter. Fallon had never truly looked at the picture, she thought it to be a private image, even though it was sitting in the living room.
He was accustomed to living alone, and she hadn't expected him to change things because she'd been staying here for a while. She tore her eyes away and to the dogs, crouching down to pet them both on the head, letting them both lick at her jaw. A light giggle left her lips, and she looked up at him when he spoke again.
"Vaughn...?"
She pushed some of her faded pink hair behind one ear as she thought it over, "Actually I've heard that name mentioned."
Her expression went from joy to one of distaste, "But when I asked about him...they beat me so hard that I couldn't walk for a few days."
Fallon dropped her gaze back to the dogs, petting them more now to comfort herself rather than to comfort them. She raised her eyes up again, trying not to get distracted by his bare chest. "That was kind of random...why did you ask about him so suddenly? Who was he?"
She voiced the last part with quite some difficulty, the fact that the last time she'd asked she'd been beaten sensless has stayed with her. Fallon pushed herself to her feet, wanting their faces to be a little closer to one another as they talked.
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Post by ANTHONIE FAIRBURN on Oct 23, 2009 14:53:33 GMT -5
Anthonie's hand fidgeted a bit, uncomfortable to be talking aobut such a subject. He was fine with her, but he was worried what she'd do if she found out who he really was. Not that he thought she'd go around and tell everyone who he was, but the facft that it'd scare her off and make her run away to never see him again. That possibility sounded a whole lot more likely, especially just forgetting the fae courts existed. He frowned slightly, unsure of how to explain everything. His history was branded into his mind as if he'd been burned with a cattle prod, unable to forget the deaths and murders he'd caused. A slight shudder racked his body, and he gave the photo another quick glance.
"But when I asked about him...they beat me so hard that I couldn't walk for a few days."
He bit his lip slightly, knowing that it was technically his fault. But then again, if he hadn't done what he'd done, chances are she wouldn't even be alive. The courts power struggles had been locked in for centuries, and at that time.. Well, it was the strongest atra. He looked at her, his face now locked into a calm expression, so she couldn't tell the nervousness and panic that were running through his mind and body. Inhaling deeply, he blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his mind. It wasn't like him to be so panic struck and freaked out, but in this case... He truly was. With another deep breath, he began to explain.
" Vaughn... Well, he was pretty much a solitary fae mercenary. He'd been born into the Argentum court, but had left as a small child. He'd been raised and abused by humans, but not long after found out he was a fae. He'd stayed in the court a couple of years for training, but eventually ended up slinking out after disliking the whole ties to the thing. Of course, he still had close friends in the court, even knowing Ellylon and Ealdun. It'd been before she'd become queen. And well... he still had close ties to the court, and didn't feel like the Atra were "humane" fae really, where as the Argentum were more humane and caring of a society." Anthonie paused for a moment, recalling everything. He still looked as calm and collected as he normally did, which was surprising. " Well basically... at that time, the Atra were in complete power. The Monarch at the time had significant power over both the Atra and Argentum, and so the Argentum were significantly in trouble. The Atra had started taking more and more humans and killing more Argentum, practically destroying the whole area of Richmond and Vancouver. The war was ridiculous... and well, Vaughn attempted to put a stop to that. He was a lone fae, so he had the choices of whatever, but because of both courts, he'd basically become an assassin to help the Argentum. The King... well, he'd been power crazy. He'd slaughtered the Argentum and humans like crazy, to the point where they could've killed them. Well... Vaughn killed him. And a lot of Atra, also. The Argentum were so outnumbered that there was no other choice really... Vaughn was the only fae crazy enough to try it. He managed to get in with the help of a couple of Atra Slaves of whom he'd promised freedom; and they had gotten free, like promised; and managed to get a sword through the king's heart. Of course, it hadn't been SO easy... Because of all the dead Atra he'd left in his tracks, guards had gotten a nice couple of marks and scarred him up pretty nicely. He still has them, I'm sure." Anthonie paled slightly, realizing his mistake. SHIT. He thought, as he realized it. If she realized it, Fallon would figure out exactly who he was. He paled slightly; He still had the scars all over his back from when he'd been running, trying to escape. The scars had always been covered by the fact he said he'd been abused as a child... Well, he had. But as a fae, from the guards, really. The more ancient fae be suspicious it was him. He shook his head once agian and continued; Hopefully she hasn't noticed the scars. And at least he still had the contact in, never once forgetting to put it in. ANTHONIE was well known for his multicoloured eyes, and if he forgot to put the brown one in... It would give too much of a resemblance to Vaughn.
He gave her a sad smile, thinking about what she'd just said. Beaten her till she couldn't walk... It made him even more thankful that she'd escaped. Another small shudder wracked his body, and he just looked at her. " That's horrible! The courts in Vaughn's time, well... They probably would've killed you if you asked about him. No... they would've. But, to finish up... Vaughn was said to be dead, though no one has truly found his body. He's the one to thank... The courts are more merciful than what they once were. Atra, at least... The king had been MUCH more cruel than Arethusa is." He was pretty sure he'd just blown his cover, but... If she wanted to know, she did have the right to know everything. He made sure his back was angled away from her so there was no chance she could see the scars, just to put two and two together.
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Post by BILLIE JEAN "FALLON" TCHKOVSKI on Oct 24, 2009 22:14:56 GMT -5
She stood, her head tilted back so she could see his face. He was considerably taller than her, and she was surprised that her neck didn't hurt from having to look up all the time. Fallon wondered if that would change if she'd been kissing him on a regular basis. She qickly dropped her gaze and looked down, hiding her faces as she felt her cheeks warm. That was a bad thought, she had no right. He didn't like her that way, and she felt almost ashamed for thinking that way after he'd saved her and given her a place to live as she recovered. She was still in debt to him, there was no way she was going to ask more of him. Once she was sure she'd controlled her expression, Fallon looked up again.
She was genuinely interested in what he had to say, and as she caught his every word and expression, she couldn't help but feel that the story was almost personal. But she shook it of and just listened to the details of the story. Of course she'd have interest for something she'd been beaten for asking about! And it the fact that the story seemed almost important to Anthonie only made her all that more interested.
A thought occured to her, and she blinked. Maybe the story sounded a bit presonal --not through its words though rather through Anthonie's tone-- because he had lived in that time, so it had had a direct impact on his life. Or maybe he even knew this Vaughn character. Then a crazy thought came to her. Maybe he WAS Vaugh...
No impossible. She couldn't picture Anthonie assasinating a king...could she? Fallon tried to keep her expression guarded as she studied his face, watching him as he finished speaking. Could Anthonie assasinate a king? He spoke of scars, and something in the back of her mind poked at her, but the thought was foggy and she couldn't quite grasp it. Why was the bit about scars...important?
Delicate brows pulled together as she turned her head to look toward the picture in the livingroom, dwelling over the scards...
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Post by ANTHONIE FAIRBURN on Oct 25, 2009 0:21:20 GMT -5
Because of Fallon's calm, level gaze, Anthonie's confidence skyrocketed, thinking that maybe, just maybe, it seemed so farfetched him killing someone that she hadn't even thought about it. But she was observant, he had to admit; the scars on his back were kind've hard to miss. He plastered on a fake smile, trying to hid everything.. He just didn't want to ruin any chance he had with her. As he looked down, he unknowingly swayed closer to her, so their faces would practically be touching if she leaned up or they leaned down to the equal level. Anthonie backed off immediately when he noticed, scared that she'd be a bit freaked out that he'd been going so close. Stepping back a bit, Anthonie bit the inside of his lower lip, debating with himself on whether or not to go and get a shirt or not. When he decided, he held up a finger to her in a sign on 'hold on a second' and previous chat forgotten, turned and started to walk towards his room, back perfectly exposed, scars painstakingly obvious. It didn't register to him that he'd be showing them, because of how to him, they were just scars of a past long gone.
Shifting through the drawers in his room, he debated on what shirt to wear, not wanting to seem like an idiot. I need to do some laundry, Anthonie thought, realizing he was pretty low on clothing. It was ironic that the day he needed a good shirt the most he didn't have any, but he eventually decided on a semi-tight baby blue shirt that showed the muscle of his body outlined. Fixing it in the mirror and running a brush through his hair quickly, he finally wlaked out when he decided that he looked decent enough to be seen around her. He immediately pranced right into the kitchen, to snag a large glass of Sunny D, mood quite happy now. There was still the worried haze in the back of his head, and with the large glass in place, he walked out back into the livingroom, and placing it on the table, it took him a moment to pull the cushions off his couch and yank the old but comfortable futon out, so the two of them could relax and watch tv peacefully with out being up at each other's throats.. Not that he would mind it, at least, but he was sure that she would. There was no chance that she would like him the same way that he was starting to feel about her. It was a miracle, actually... He'd been so broken up over Aaliyah, and yet now he was starting to transfer over onto Fallon? His mind locked up and he sighed, knowing that as much as he iwshed, he and the girl weren't going anywhere.
Within a moment, the large boy was stretched out on the futon, taking up a good half of it while leaving the other half for Fallon, even though their size differences were glaringly obvious. He took a swig of Sunny D and turned, out of the vorner of his vision, to watch the girl out of the corner of his eye. Eyeing the rack of movies that he had, he grinned slightly then looked back at her, all thoughts of Vaughn completely erased. The edges of the scars were still visible at the top of his neck, but it'd never been something he'd really noticed. It only took a moment for Belle and Stella to jump up and begin licking the boy's face violently, which caused him to break out in a fit of laughter and just pure happiness. After a few moments, the dogs ceased their attack and curled up against the boy, warming his body significantly.
"Wanna watch a movie or something? I've been nothing but lazy all day. You can pick, anything's fine." Anthonie said with a smile, and just curled up into a small ball against a pillow on the blanket, just waiting calmly. His expression was one of such peace that to others it would seem like he was never worryful, or anything. He just seemed so cute, quiet, carefree...
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Post by BILLIE JEAN "FALLON" TCHKOVSKI on Oct 26, 2009 0:19:23 GMT -5
Fallon felt him move in a little closer, though it didn't seem on purpose, and she felt something close to a pull between their bodies. She was filled with the urge to just press close, kiss those lips. The only thing that stopped her from giving in to her need and making a fool of herself was his suddenly pulling away. She swallowed, and barely kept from shaking her head. It was a common thing for her when she found her thoughts to be muddled, or too tangled up to decipher one from the other. But shaking her head like that in front of Anthonie...he'd know something was up. And she couldn't lie to him. Which would mean she'd end up making a fool of herself, and hadn't avoided the embarassing situation at all!
Focus on something. Someting other than his kind words, those kissable lips, and that perfect body of his. Fallon's mind went back to the scars. The scars....This Vaughn would have scars on his back from escaping the Atra court. She and this Vaughn had a thing in common she supposed. They'd both run from the Atra, and got a nice set of scars for it. Fallon covered them up in front of Anthonie, but some of the cuts she'd attained during her escape had left marks on her body. She found herself feeling sad for herself, having had perfectly smooth milky skin before her encounter with the Atra. But then Anthonie motioned with his finger for her to wait a moment and he turned around and walked to his room.
Scars! Anthonie's back was covered in them! Though it all seemed improbable, it all sort of clicked in her head.
When he returned, a shirt covering the perfection of his upper body, Fallon's eyes were on him unblinkingly. She watched as he made his way into the kitchen, did something she couldn't see, emerged with a glass of juice, then draped himself out in front of the TV.
He spoke and the words barely registered in her mind. One name kept repeating in her head, along with images of Anthonie sneaking through the tunnels of the Atra court and stabbing an evil Fae king through the heart. Vaughn Vaughn Vaughn....
Her lips parted and she spoke without fully thinking it through, saying one word, "Vaughn." When it came from her lips, there was no question in her tone, no uncertainty. If she'd been glaring, it would have been an accusation, however with the slightly shocked expression, it was mainly a firm tone, a stated fact. He was Vaughn....
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Post by ANTHONIE FAIRBURN on Oct 26, 2009 9:44:50 GMT -5
As his eyes were half focused on the tv, his mind was elsewhere, kind of wandering. Though he looked like he was focused, the boy really wasn't. His thoughts were wandering into the area that he knew they shouldn't, somewhere where he should've pulled them out the moment they started going in that direction. Yet for some reason, he couldn't. It just didn't apply to him, the urge didn't come to him in the same way he knew it shouldve. It was uncharted territory, with Fallon. Not in general; just with her in specific. Anthonie knew that he was starting to really like her, in mroe than a way than he should. But he couldn't help himself; he'd loved Cicely, but... They'd had no chance. She'd just been too busy doing other things, going around.. and well, it just hadn't really worked like they'd both wanted to. He still did love her, yes, but now in a friendly way more than anything. It did kind of sting, though, knowing that they'd said Forever. But it was too little too late, he couldn't take it back now. She'd find another mortal to grow old with and be happy... They'd been together when he hadn't been at the court, the fae magic alone had just been too much for her. At least if he and Fallon started dating, she'd already be expos--
No! What am I thinking! He wanted to slap himself, he really did. Sadly enough, to him, it looked to be like things between him and Fallon were going to go nowhere, as for he was too chicken to say anything. Idiot, Idiot, Idiot, Idiot.. Chanted through his head, as it was the only thing he could think of right now. He really did feel like an idiot though.. One day he was going to say or do something to scare rthe girl off, send her running in the other direction. All because of these feelings that just... wouldn't go away. Not that he wanted them to, it was just... so much to handle.
"Vaughn."
His eyes flickered up, confusion and uncertanty showing through, bright as day. Anthonie wasn't sure as what to say, whether to decline it, accept her claims... As he looked at her, Anthonie realized something: He couldn't lie. Liars were something he hated mor ethan anything, and he'd just be a hypocrite if he did lie, especially to her. And the way her voice implied, her tone.. It just showed that she knew exactly what she was talking about. With a sigh, Anthonie stood up and walked over too her, though not too close that it was creepy. He couldn't manage to keep his gaze on hers, so he stared at the floor.
"I guess there's no real point in denying it.. I'm not so stealth and hiding things like that really. Yeah, Vaughn's my real name.. someone I was long past. I understand if you don't wanna be near me.. I mean, I am a murderer..."
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