A curious tale
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yukieTITLE: Phantom and a Rose
CHARACTERS: Big crow and little crow.
SUMMARY: Continued from the previous disasterpiece theatre. XD Unfortunately for poor Xavier, he ends up dealing with the fallout from his father's weirdness and general lack of sane often. Fortunately for Xav, Vicky doesn't blame him for his dad being nucking futs.
RATING: 14A for cheeky language from Vicky.
NOTES: This is a rough alpha version XD; I don't know if I've got the tone down right... ALSO: FUCKING TYPOS. XD;;;
***
When Xavier arrives at the border of Vicky's dreaming, he immediately knows that something's the matter. Her defenses are much more significant than usual, and even he can't approach without the paling solidifying at him. He has a feeling that if he were foolish enough to strike it he'd quickly learn not to do that again.
He waits, and eventually she draws back the wall.
"Sorry," she says. "Last night was um. Unique. ...I need to talk to you about something a bit serious. Is that all right? I know we generally don't...."
Xavier's heart sinks slightly and he's tempted to bang his head on the paling. His father was erratic last night (to put it mildly) and now Vicky's dreaming is defended as if it were the Baston's inner sanctum... The two are connected. There's no proof thus far that they are but he has this nagging suspicion and generally his instincts are correct.
"We can," he says, and steps inside when she beckons him. "What would this be about?"
Vicky nibbles her lower lip, looks away, shifts her weight from foot to foot. "Well. it's like this. I. Last night I learnt who your father is."
Xavier hates being right. "Indeed." Good sweet oblivion, what happened between them? He couldn't make heads or tails of his father's apparently-drunken ramblings and time didn't solve that problem. When he came down from whatever ridiculous high he'd been on the crest of when first Xavier tried to as him what happened, all he did was laugh and fall asleep.
"Please don't get me wrong. I don't mistrust you for that - I don't think you're a horrid person because your father is - is like that and I'm not going to tell you to get out of my life - "
That...wasn't what he expected to hear next. "That's strange. That you trust me still, knowing that I am not only the beloved son of the Emperor Lich but loyal to him..."
"I'll trust you until you give me a reason to not," Vicky replies. "And it'd need to be a very solid reason."
Xavier is torn between relief and wondering what on earth is the matter with Vicky. That's not a typical response. Most people would have shouted at him and cast him out, barred him from ever entering again, cut him out their hearts. But here is Vicky, still frazzled after her encounter with Thanatos, telling the god's son that she trusts him?
She's either incredibly brave or incredibly naive. Perhaps both.
Something occurs to him then, and he says, "Victoria, what exactly happened between you two last night?"
Vicky looks embarrassed. "I challenged him to a battle--"
"What!?"
"--To get the Lady back - I know, I know, it was ridiculous," Vicky sighs, and then she yelps as Xavier takes her by the shoulders, eyes wide.
"You could have died," he hisses.
"Dying in a dream isn't a death in reality."
"In the case of him it might well be!"
"He can't bridge that gap," Vicky says, and sounds utterly certain of this. "He's not strong enough. If he weren't bound, he might be able to kill me in the waking through a dream, but since he is, it's impossible. He would have done it, if he could. I pissed him off enough more than once."
"Why on earth would you do such a ridiculous thing?" Xavier almost shakes her.
"I had to try to get her back," says Vicky, not looking away. "I couldn't sit by and do nothing if there was even a small chance I might be able to help her."
"She's far beyond your reach," Xavier says quietly. "You should know that."
"She is now," says Vicky, "But that might change."
"I thought you said that you trusted me. If I tell you sheis beyond your reach, then you should believe me if you trust me."
"I do. I agreed. She is out of my reach. For now."
"What do you think could change that?"
"I don't know. I'll find a way."
Xavier can't believe what he's hearing. Victoria is no ingenue. She's not a child. She should know better than this. The Lady - Aurora is in Erebos, beyond the reach of all who live aside those very few who have a tie to it, as he does. She cannot leave unless freed, and it seems unlikely that his father will ever allow her that. His desire for her is palpable, and he has yearned for her since he was very young. Now that he has her, he will not let go.
Xavier isn't quite sure how he feels about that.
"You'll find a way," he repeats, to take his mind off the complicated, uncomfortable knot of emotions that rose in him unbidden when he thought on the Lady. "You sound like a child playing at being a knight."
"I am a Knight, Xavier." Vicky's voice is as steady as her gaze.
Xavier lets out a short, incredulous laugh. "With no Sorceress to speak of?"
"Someday I may find one. I may not. But right now, the Lady has no Knight, and since I am able to act as one..."
Jealousy adds itself to the knot in Xavier's stomach. He isn't sure whom he's envious of, though - Vicky or Aurora. Perhaps both.
This is ridiculous. It's beyond absurd. It makes no sense...
...No. it makes far too much sense.
His grip on Vicky's shoulders tightens slightly. "Have you any idea whom you're sharing these grandiose plans of yours with? How do you know I'll not simply turn to my father and allow him to come here...?"
"You would have already."
He makes a tiny frustrated growling sound. "How on earth can you entrust me with this information, knowing what you do now?"
"Well, your father already knows I'm a Knight. He found that out last night. And he found out that I am neither weak nor easily scared off."
"You retreated."
"Oh. He told you that? Did he tell you why I did?"
"No," says Xavier. "He wasn't very coherent."
"He's extremely masochistic," says Vicky, "on account of his - he - any touch for him is proof that he exists, he said. So when I stabbed him in the heart - "
"He has no heart, Victoria."
"Well. No, he doesn't. I found that out the heard way. And I found out he likes being stabbed. I may not be easily scared but I defy anyone to not be disturbed when you have a bliss-ninnied death god draping himself all over you--"
"What?" Xavier yelps.
"He did it just to be a bastard, I know that much..."
Xavier's sure he's lost his mind now. Honestly. He can't really be hearing this. There must be some peculiar effect at work that's distorting Vicky's responses to him because what she's telling him makes even less sense than his father's soliloquy last night!
His father was - apparently being affectionate enough to be deeply unsettling and that doesn't make a damned bit of sense. Before last night whenever Thanatos spoke of Vicky it was to demand that Xavier bring her to their side so she might be of aid to them, or else he'd murmur to himself about throttling her. For him to suddenly do an about-face and begin draping himself all over her like some manner of overly-affectionate Dragon Worm is - is -
- Is par for the course if she did indeed manage to strike him in battle.
Above all, his father craves contact. Any contact. Pleasure or pain, it matters little. Even the merest touch excites the god, as for centuries on end he has been utterly alone.
"You say you tried to stab him in the heart...?" Xavier says, arching an eyebrow at Vicky.
"Yes. I also attacked his Pact Marking twice."
Xavier does shake her a bit this time. ""What in the name of all the Gods and Goddesses that ever WERE would possess you do do that!?"
"I didn't think he was that masochistic!"
"How could you not know--" Xavier starts, then stops. "...I suppose you really did have no way of knowing."
Vicky makes a face. "Are you implying that I wanted to make him go all eeee? If so I'm going to have to kick you repeatedly, Xavier,"
"I am not implying any such thing," Xavier huffs. "I - I forget at times that not everyone is as used to his...idiosyncrasies, let's say, as I am."
Vicky is sympathetic. "Xavier, if I'd known you were his son, I--"
"You'd have never gotten involved with me in the first place," Xavier finishes, and she scowls at him.
"For fuck's sakes, no. I was going to say if I'd known Thanatos was your father I'd never have pissed and moaned to you about my own family because - bloody damn hell."
"...I appreciate your trying to inject a bit of levity, Victoria, but honestly, must you do so right this minute?"
'I was being serious."
Xavier splutters. "All right, all right. Stop. I -we need to step back and try again with this. I'm so completely - I have no idea what to say to you. I am at a complete loss."
"I assume that's rare," Vicky says, and she smiles. "You're a lot more collected than me."
Xavier snerks. "Oh, not right now I'm not."
"I suppose that makes two of us. I'm sort of teetering on the borderline of frazzled and not, still."
"It seems I've joined you on that fence." Xavier sighs heavily.
"At least I'm in good company." Vicky bonks her head very lightly against Xavier. He jumps a bit.
She'll touch him, still?
Even after last night?
"You're not your father," Vicky says, as if Xavier had written his questions out for her. "you may be loyal to him and devoted, but you're not him. You've given me no reason to mistrust or dislike you, and while I don't know what part you've played in what's happened to the Lady...whatever that part is, you might not play it forever. You might change your mind. I mean, you never know."
"...You are, I think, a madwoman," Xavier says, exasperated. "Why in oblivion would I do such a thing when my father and myself are so near to our respective goals?"
"You're not your father."
"You've said that already." Xavier knows he sounds downright cranky. He feels childish.
"Well, you aren't. He's unlikely to change his course. He thinks destiny is a fixed path and that fate is synonymous with doom." Vicky gestures. "He's wrong, of course. The only reason he can see no other path is he's in an enormous damned rut. Destiny is the path opened by the choices you make; fate is the end of one of those paths and the beginning of another one." She makes a tiny irritated sound. "For a god he has some damned human ideas about destiny."
"And yours are very fae," Xavier says. "Either of you could be correct..."
"Doom is doom. Destiny is destiny. Fate is Fate." Vicky says this as if it's blazingly obvious, though she manages not to be a condescending ass. "They're not synonymous. Fate calls out to you. Doom is a hole you fall into. Onto your head."
Xavier has to fight not to laugh. He sporfles a few times regardless. "Victoria? Are you aware that you are driving me completely mad?"
"Mmm. I may be. I may not be." Vicky's tone is airy but she can't hide the impish quirk to her lips. "that's anyone's guess, isn't it? Fae are capricious, or something - "
Xavier isn't sure whether he should shake her again. Oh, he wants to do that, there's no doubt, but he's also quickly being overcome by the furious urge to kiss her if only to make her stop rambling at him and driving him utterly up a wall.
Because she is.
Her refusal to hate confounds his father and now it's confounding the everliving hell out of him too.
" - And if I were aware and doing it on purpose, a bit, what would you do?" Vicky queries.
Xavier stares at Vicky.
Vicky looks at him and he's reminded of a crow with a bit of bright metal.
"Make you cease that infuriating smirking for one," he growls, and before she can tense up warily he kisses her.
Hah. Banter now, he thinks. He's well aware that he's gotten ridiculous, as much as she is.
Vicky squeaks and flails a tiny bit, though she's not trying to pull away. Rather she's non-verbally indicating a most eloquent 'what the shit is this!?'
Xavier takes hold of her wrists and almost smirks himself when she makes a little sound in her throat and tries to squirm closer. He doesn't allow that, and Vicky's not impressed.
what, is this your idea of brilliant revenge or something? she demands, squirming harder.
It's working, is it not?
you're hilarious. really. it's difficult for me to sit still for your rapid-fire scintillating wit. Vicky manages to wiggle one wrist free, but Xavier's not having any of that. He gracefully steps around so her back's to him and pulls her against himself before she can turn to follow him. He catches both her wrists in one hand, and the other ghosts up to rub the tip of one of her ears. "That's unfair~" she squeaks.
"In some ways I am my father's son," Xavier murmurs.
"Oh, what. Really. How is that? Is it in that you both cheat like raving - "
"Yes." Xavier kisses the top of her head. "Victory at any cost, by any means. I believe I've won this round."
"Oh, you did not."
"I beg to differ."
"You completely did not win."
"I don't see you managing any more clever remarks."
"Give me a second. And stop doing that to my ear, I can't focus when you're doing that to my ear."
"That's the point," he purrs.
Vicky retaliates by shrugging slightly, which means that Xavier's hand on her wrists is now making full contact with Vicky's assets.
"Bosom crushers, attack. What now, Mr. Cantrell?"
"...Victoria? You are absurd."
"You started it."
"Shall I finish it?"
Vicky looks up at him, and she smiles. Behind the mischievous cast to her expression there's perfect trust. Xavier doesn't understand a damned thing of what she's thinking, but as of this point in time he can't bring himself to care. He thinks this may be as a result of her having ensured all his blood is moving in a southerly direction, as it were -
- To hell with it. It's not important right now. To hell with philosophy and knighthood and deities and all that meaningless nonsense. It doesn't matter at this moment and it won't matter again for some time. When it matters (he thinks as Vicky hooks her foot around his and sends them both tumbling onto the soft grass) he will address it.
Right now there are more important things at hand.
Like how much he loathes buttons at times like these.
***
...YOU GUYS ARE DORKS. DORKS I SAY. And cute. This got long XD; They didn't get as srsbzns as I thought and that's completely Vicky's fault.
I have no idea if I got Xav right XD; I should probably edit this before I post it but it's driving me BATSHIT so.
YAY FOR ALPHA VERSIONS OF - SOMETHING.
Man. Xav's utterly fucking brilliant and he's just as good at reading Vicky as she is at reading him, and he can disarm the hell out of her just as badly, but I think dealing with his dad took up all the logic-conversion circuits he had. And Vicky does not think like a human, so it's like '[a]bort/[r]etry/[w]hat the flying balls is this I don't even'. XD; Xav, I SWEAR TO FLYING BIPPIE AND COMPANY that I will write you something cool. I really do XD;
CHARACTERS: Big crow and little crow.
SUMMARY: Continued from the previous disasterpiece theatre. XD Unfortunately for poor Xavier, he ends up dealing with the fallout from his father's weirdness and general lack of sane often. Fortunately for Xav, Vicky doesn't blame him for his dad being nucking futs.
RATING: 14A for cheeky language from Vicky.
NOTES: This is a rough alpha version XD; I don't know if I've got the tone down right... ALSO: FUCKING TYPOS. XD;;;
***
When Xavier arrives at the border of Vicky's dreaming, he immediately knows that something's the matter. Her defenses are much more significant than usual, and even he can't approach without the paling solidifying at him. He has a feeling that if he were foolish enough to strike it he'd quickly learn not to do that again.
He waits, and eventually she draws back the wall.
"Sorry," she says. "Last night was um. Unique. ...I need to talk to you about something a bit serious. Is that all right? I know we generally don't...."
Xavier's heart sinks slightly and he's tempted to bang his head on the paling. His father was erratic last night (to put it mildly) and now Vicky's dreaming is defended as if it were the Baston's inner sanctum... The two are connected. There's no proof thus far that they are but he has this nagging suspicion and generally his instincts are correct.
"We can," he says, and steps inside when she beckons him. "What would this be about?"
Vicky nibbles her lower lip, looks away, shifts her weight from foot to foot. "Well. it's like this. I. Last night I learnt who your father is."
Xavier hates being right. "Indeed." Good sweet oblivion, what happened between them? He couldn't make heads or tails of his father's apparently-drunken ramblings and time didn't solve that problem. When he came down from whatever ridiculous high he'd been on the crest of when first Xavier tried to as him what happened, all he did was laugh and fall asleep.
"Please don't get me wrong. I don't mistrust you for that - I don't think you're a horrid person because your father is - is like that and I'm not going to tell you to get out of my life - "
That...wasn't what he expected to hear next. "That's strange. That you trust me still, knowing that I am not only the beloved son of the Emperor Lich but loyal to him..."
"I'll trust you until you give me a reason to not," Vicky replies. "And it'd need to be a very solid reason."
Xavier is torn between relief and wondering what on earth is the matter with Vicky. That's not a typical response. Most people would have shouted at him and cast him out, barred him from ever entering again, cut him out their hearts. But here is Vicky, still frazzled after her encounter with Thanatos, telling the god's son that she trusts him?
She's either incredibly brave or incredibly naive. Perhaps both.
Something occurs to him then, and he says, "Victoria, what exactly happened between you two last night?"
Vicky looks embarrassed. "I challenged him to a battle--"
"What!?"
"--To get the Lady back - I know, I know, it was ridiculous," Vicky sighs, and then she yelps as Xavier takes her by the shoulders, eyes wide.
"You could have died," he hisses.
"Dying in a dream isn't a death in reality."
"In the case of him it might well be!"
"He can't bridge that gap," Vicky says, and sounds utterly certain of this. "He's not strong enough. If he weren't bound, he might be able to kill me in the waking through a dream, but since he is, it's impossible. He would have done it, if he could. I pissed him off enough more than once."
"Why on earth would you do such a ridiculous thing?" Xavier almost shakes her.
"I had to try to get her back," says Vicky, not looking away. "I couldn't sit by and do nothing if there was even a small chance I might be able to help her."
"She's far beyond your reach," Xavier says quietly. "You should know that."
"She is now," says Vicky, "But that might change."
"I thought you said that you trusted me. If I tell you sheis beyond your reach, then you should believe me if you trust me."
"I do. I agreed. She is out of my reach. For now."
"What do you think could change that?"
"I don't know. I'll find a way."
Xavier can't believe what he's hearing. Victoria is no ingenue. She's not a child. She should know better than this. The Lady - Aurora is in Erebos, beyond the reach of all who live aside those very few who have a tie to it, as he does. She cannot leave unless freed, and it seems unlikely that his father will ever allow her that. His desire for her is palpable, and he has yearned for her since he was very young. Now that he has her, he will not let go.
Xavier isn't quite sure how he feels about that.
"You'll find a way," he repeats, to take his mind off the complicated, uncomfortable knot of emotions that rose in him unbidden when he thought on the Lady. "You sound like a child playing at being a knight."
"I am a Knight, Xavier." Vicky's voice is as steady as her gaze.
Xavier lets out a short, incredulous laugh. "With no Sorceress to speak of?"
"Someday I may find one. I may not. But right now, the Lady has no Knight, and since I am able to act as one..."
Jealousy adds itself to the knot in Xavier's stomach. He isn't sure whom he's envious of, though - Vicky or Aurora. Perhaps both.
This is ridiculous. It's beyond absurd. It makes no sense...
...No. it makes far too much sense.
His grip on Vicky's shoulders tightens slightly. "Have you any idea whom you're sharing these grandiose plans of yours with? How do you know I'll not simply turn to my father and allow him to come here...?"
"You would have already."
He makes a tiny frustrated growling sound. "How on earth can you entrust me with this information, knowing what you do now?"
"Well, your father already knows I'm a Knight. He found that out last night. And he found out that I am neither weak nor easily scared off."
"You retreated."
"Oh. He told you that? Did he tell you why I did?"
"No," says Xavier. "He wasn't very coherent."
"He's extremely masochistic," says Vicky, "on account of his - he - any touch for him is proof that he exists, he said. So when I stabbed him in the heart - "
"He has no heart, Victoria."
"Well. No, he doesn't. I found that out the heard way. And I found out he likes being stabbed. I may not be easily scared but I defy anyone to not be disturbed when you have a bliss-ninnied death god draping himself all over you--"
"What?" Xavier yelps.
"He did it just to be a bastard, I know that much..."
Xavier's sure he's lost his mind now. Honestly. He can't really be hearing this. There must be some peculiar effect at work that's distorting Vicky's responses to him because what she's telling him makes even less sense than his father's soliloquy last night!
His father was - apparently being affectionate enough to be deeply unsettling and that doesn't make a damned bit of sense. Before last night whenever Thanatos spoke of Vicky it was to demand that Xavier bring her to their side so she might be of aid to them, or else he'd murmur to himself about throttling her. For him to suddenly do an about-face and begin draping himself all over her like some manner of overly-affectionate Dragon Worm is - is -
- Is par for the course if she did indeed manage to strike him in battle.
Above all, his father craves contact. Any contact. Pleasure or pain, it matters little. Even the merest touch excites the god, as for centuries on end he has been utterly alone.
"You say you tried to stab him in the heart...?" Xavier says, arching an eyebrow at Vicky.
"Yes. I also attacked his Pact Marking twice."
Xavier does shake her a bit this time. ""What in the name of all the Gods and Goddesses that ever WERE would possess you do do that!?"
"I didn't think he was that masochistic!"
"How could you not know--" Xavier starts, then stops. "...I suppose you really did have no way of knowing."
Vicky makes a face. "Are you implying that I wanted to make him go all eeee? If so I'm going to have to kick you repeatedly, Xavier,"
"I am not implying any such thing," Xavier huffs. "I - I forget at times that not everyone is as used to his...idiosyncrasies, let's say, as I am."
Vicky is sympathetic. "Xavier, if I'd known you were his son, I--"
"You'd have never gotten involved with me in the first place," Xavier finishes, and she scowls at him.
"For fuck's sakes, no. I was going to say if I'd known Thanatos was your father I'd never have pissed and moaned to you about my own family because - bloody damn hell."
"...I appreciate your trying to inject a bit of levity, Victoria, but honestly, must you do so right this minute?"
'I was being serious."
Xavier splutters. "All right, all right. Stop. I -we need to step back and try again with this. I'm so completely - I have no idea what to say to you. I am at a complete loss."
"I assume that's rare," Vicky says, and she smiles. "You're a lot more collected than me."
Xavier snerks. "Oh, not right now I'm not."
"I suppose that makes two of us. I'm sort of teetering on the borderline of frazzled and not, still."
"It seems I've joined you on that fence." Xavier sighs heavily.
"At least I'm in good company." Vicky bonks her head very lightly against Xavier. He jumps a bit.
She'll touch him, still?
Even after last night?
"You're not your father," Vicky says, as if Xavier had written his questions out for her. "you may be loyal to him and devoted, but you're not him. You've given me no reason to mistrust or dislike you, and while I don't know what part you've played in what's happened to the Lady...whatever that part is, you might not play it forever. You might change your mind. I mean, you never know."
"...You are, I think, a madwoman," Xavier says, exasperated. "Why in oblivion would I do such a thing when my father and myself are so near to our respective goals?"
"You're not your father."
"You've said that already." Xavier knows he sounds downright cranky. He feels childish.
"Well, you aren't. He's unlikely to change his course. He thinks destiny is a fixed path and that fate is synonymous with doom." Vicky gestures. "He's wrong, of course. The only reason he can see no other path is he's in an enormous damned rut. Destiny is the path opened by the choices you make; fate is the end of one of those paths and the beginning of another one." She makes a tiny irritated sound. "For a god he has some damned human ideas about destiny."
"And yours are very fae," Xavier says. "Either of you could be correct..."
"Doom is doom. Destiny is destiny. Fate is Fate." Vicky says this as if it's blazingly obvious, though she manages not to be a condescending ass. "They're not synonymous. Fate calls out to you. Doom is a hole you fall into. Onto your head."
Xavier has to fight not to laugh. He sporfles a few times regardless. "Victoria? Are you aware that you are driving me completely mad?"
"Mmm. I may be. I may not be." Vicky's tone is airy but she can't hide the impish quirk to her lips. "that's anyone's guess, isn't it? Fae are capricious, or something - "
Xavier isn't sure whether he should shake her again. Oh, he wants to do that, there's no doubt, but he's also quickly being overcome by the furious urge to kiss her if only to make her stop rambling at him and driving him utterly up a wall.
Because she is.
Her refusal to hate confounds his father and now it's confounding the everliving hell out of him too.
" - And if I were aware and doing it on purpose, a bit, what would you do?" Vicky queries.
Xavier stares at Vicky.
Vicky looks at him and he's reminded of a crow with a bit of bright metal.
"Make you cease that infuriating smirking for one," he growls, and before she can tense up warily he kisses her.
Hah. Banter now, he thinks. He's well aware that he's gotten ridiculous, as much as she is.
Vicky squeaks and flails a tiny bit, though she's not trying to pull away. Rather she's non-verbally indicating a most eloquent 'what the shit is this!?'
Xavier takes hold of her wrists and almost smirks himself when she makes a little sound in her throat and tries to squirm closer. He doesn't allow that, and Vicky's not impressed.
what, is this your idea of brilliant revenge or something? she demands, squirming harder.
It's working, is it not?
you're hilarious. really. it's difficult for me to sit still for your rapid-fire scintillating wit. Vicky manages to wiggle one wrist free, but Xavier's not having any of that. He gracefully steps around so her back's to him and pulls her against himself before she can turn to follow him. He catches both her wrists in one hand, and the other ghosts up to rub the tip of one of her ears. "That's unfair~" she squeaks.
"In some ways I am my father's son," Xavier murmurs.
"Oh, what. Really. How is that? Is it in that you both cheat like raving - "
"Yes." Xavier kisses the top of her head. "Victory at any cost, by any means. I believe I've won this round."
"Oh, you did not."
"I beg to differ."
"You completely did not win."
"I don't see you managing any more clever remarks."
"Give me a second. And stop doing that to my ear, I can't focus when you're doing that to my ear."
"That's the point," he purrs.
Vicky retaliates by shrugging slightly, which means that Xavier's hand on her wrists is now making full contact with Vicky's assets.
"Bosom crushers, attack. What now, Mr. Cantrell?"
"...Victoria? You are absurd."
"You started it."
"Shall I finish it?"
Vicky looks up at him, and she smiles. Behind the mischievous cast to her expression there's perfect trust. Xavier doesn't understand a damned thing of what she's thinking, but as of this point in time he can't bring himself to care. He thinks this may be as a result of her having ensured all his blood is moving in a southerly direction, as it were -
- To hell with it. It's not important right now. To hell with philosophy and knighthood and deities and all that meaningless nonsense. It doesn't matter at this moment and it won't matter again for some time. When it matters (he thinks as Vicky hooks her foot around his and sends them both tumbling onto the soft grass) he will address it.
Right now there are more important things at hand.
Like how much he loathes buttons at times like these.
***
...YOU GUYS ARE DORKS. DORKS I SAY. And cute. This got long XD; They didn't get as srsbzns as I thought and that's completely Vicky's fault.
I have no idea if I got Xav right XD; I should probably edit this before I post it but it's driving me BATSHIT so.
YAY FOR ALPHA VERSIONS OF - SOMETHING.
Man. Xav's utterly fucking brilliant and he's just as good at reading Vicky as she is at reading him, and he can disarm the hell out of her just as badly, but I think dealing with his dad took up all the logic-conversion circuits he had. And Vicky does not think like a human, so it's like '[a]bort/[r]etry/[w]hat the flying balls is this I don't even'. XD; Xav, I SWEAR TO FLYING BIPPIE AND COMPANY that I will write you something cool. I really do XD;
