Setting
This is one of Wing City's main streets. (todo: expound!)
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Sol Avenue is a part of 
Wing City Business District.
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Aiedail [39] ...
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Varyn Inkson [23]
Riordan [17]
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Liam Oldburn [15] A talented, vibrant young man who seems to have a way with animals.
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Gamble mentally cursed as another evasive answer was given, still being sure that the demon wasn’t being truthful, and an eyebrow twitched slightly as he was reminded of the rather... Pleasing image of a soaking, shirtless Darius-No! He scolded himself. He wouldn't be sidetracked.
Again he was about to speak when the demon continued, and another blush came to his cheeks at the others words. "I, I don't-" He cut himself off as Darius' eyes settled on him, swallowing a rather large lump in his throat and lapsing into silence once the other male had finished.
He would not be sidetracked! Or have his focus negated! No! He reminded himself firmly, shaking his head rather violently as he turned away, focusing his vision upon the tea. Tea was good. Calming. "D, Darius stop changing the subject... I... I really think that we should talk about this..."
He cursed the slight stuttering in his tone; way to be assertive, Virgil...
Again he was about to speak when the demon continued, and another blush came to his cheeks at the others words. "I, I don't-" He cut himself off as Darius' eyes settled on him, swallowing a rather large lump in his throat and lapsing into silence once the other male had finished.
He would not be sidetracked! Or have his focus negated! No! He reminded himself firmly, shaking his head rather violently as he turned away, focusing his vision upon the tea. Tea was good. Calming. "D, Darius stop changing the subject... I... I really think that we should talk about this..."
He cursed the slight stuttering in his tone; way to be assertive, Virgil...
Darius let out a slow, still slightly smiling sigh as he closed his eyes again, shrugging his shoulders gently, holding his hands upward in a innocent way..though he was a demon at the end of the day..."But My Lord...we are talking about it..." He said smoothly, lowering his hands downward as he made a move to bend down onto one knee before Virgil, slowly aiming to try and place a hand onto the end of the younger man's knee.
"Or...am I making you uncomfortable...talking of the ways I wish to make you happy...?" Darius said slowly, slowly opening his eyes again as his eyebrows gave a pained expression, looking upward into Gamble's hazel pair, cat like pupils fluxing a little as he looked unblinking and unfalteringly.
"Or...am I making you uncomfortable...talking of the ways I wish to make you happy...?" Darius said slowly, slowly opening his eyes again as his eyebrows gave a pained expression, looking upward into Gamble's hazel pair, cat like pupils fluxing a little as he looked unblinking and unfalteringly.
Gamble furrowed his brow slightly, doubt and suspicion crossing his eyes as he regarded the demon. Were they talking about it? Surely the point was the scar? Or were the two linked? He mentally cursed as he found himself loosing track of what he had intended to say, frown deepening as he realised this. "Darius..." he said, unsure what else he was planning to say, and so he lapsed into silence as a man was placed atop his knee which twitched slightly.
His eyes widened slightly at Darius' next words, shaking his head quickly. "No, no of course you're not... Making me uncomfortable... I just feel like... Like you're..." He trailed off for a moment before he blinked quickly and tilted his head upward to break the eye contact.
"I just feel like you're avoiding the issue." He said quickly, words running into each other in his determination to get them out. 'Focus, Virgil. Focus!'
His eyes widened slightly at Darius' next words, shaking his head quickly. "No, no of course you're not... Making me uncomfortable... I just feel like... Like you're..." He trailed off for a moment before he blinked quickly and tilted his head upward to break the eye contact.
"I just feel like you're avoiding the issue." He said quickly, words running into each other in his determination to get them out. 'Focus, Virgil. Focus!'
Darius continued his pained expression, looking off toward the side as he removed his hand from Gamble's knee, swallowing heavily as he sighed once again. "I didn't think that it would result in such a big issue Master Virgil..." He said slowly, "I don't know what else we can talk about...really...I just wish to pass the subject." He admitted, voice loosing what ever smoothness it had to it, Virgil was so childlike in stubbornness that it slightly infuriated him that his demon ways couldn't persuade him to forget completely.
"Unless you are fully intented upon acting so much like your age compared to myself...then I think I should prepare dinner." Darius commented, standing upward sharply to his feet as he tugged on the bottom of his gloves pointedly, eyes closed as he was facing off toward the side of Virgil.
"Unless you are fully intented upon acting so much like your age compared to myself...then I think I should prepare dinner." Darius commented, standing upward sharply to his feet as he tugged on the bottom of his gloves pointedly, eyes closed as he was facing off toward the side of Virgil.
Gamble frowned grimly and stood up also, crossing his arms firmly over his chest in what was, admittedly, quite a childish and stubborn gesture however he spoke in a confident and genuinely concerned tone. "You acted oddly when I touched your scar. I was worried, concerned - I thought that I had done something bad so I wished to know how you felt about it, if you felt anything at all..." He then trailed off and sighed heavily, letting his arms hang back at his sides.
"But never mind. You don't want to talk about it so I'll let it go. I was just concerned, that's all." He then turned around and began to walk away, pausing in order to mutter. "I'm going to have a shower." He then made his way slowly to the bathroom, the lock turning on the door as he left the demon in the main room.
He cursed quietly once he was inside, shaking his head as he turned the shower on.
"But never mind. You don't want to talk about it so I'll let it go. I was just concerned, that's all." He then turned around and began to walk away, pausing in order to mutter. "I'm going to have a shower." He then made his way slowly to the bathroom, the lock turning on the door as he left the demon in the main room.
He cursed quietly once he was inside, shaking his head as he turned the shower on.
Darius [color=black]opened his eyes to a narrow, glaring off toward the side as he saw Gamble trudge off toward the shower. Running his fingers through his hair, eyes, wandered toward his pocket watch. So...if Gamble was going to continue acting so disgruntled toward him, there was no point in him being there to receive it...he could attend to his bartending duties to fill some time.
Pulling a peice of parchment from a small shadow behind the sofa, having created a void within the darkness so he could reach his personal things back at the mansion. A quill was fashioned from one of his own feathers, as he set the nib to the page. Finely [url=http://www.woodlands-junior.kent.sch.uk/Homework/victorians/images/writing.jpg]writing[/url];
"Master Virgil, I have decided to retire to the bar to attend my work. Awfully sorry for placing you into a slump of a mood, but at least there is still tea."
He left the note upon the table near the tea set, thinking that Gamble may do well to have some time away from himself...thinking, that ma
Pulling a peice of parchment from a small shadow behind the sofa, having created a void within the darkness so he could reach his personal things back at the mansion. A quill was fashioned from one of his own feathers, as he set the nib to the page. Finely [url=http://www.woodlands-junior.kent.sch.uk/Homework/victorians/images/writing.jpg]writing[/url];
"Master Virgil, I have decided to retire to the bar to attend my work. Awfully sorry for placing you into a slump of a mood, but at least there is still tea."
He left the note upon the table near the tea set, thinking that Gamble may do well to have some time away from himself...thinking, that ma
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Gamble sighed heavily while in the shower, mulling over the recent conversation. Was he being childish? Should he have just left it? He wasn't sure at all... He felt like the issue needed to be addressed and so tried to push it. "What a stupid idea." He said out loud, shaking his head as he stepped from the shower, hastily drying himself and slipping back into his casual attire.
His hair was still rather damp as he made his way back along the corridor, somewhat confused as he heard nothing of Darius bustling about the kitchen, and a worried, almost scared expression came to his features as there was no sign of the demon. "What...? Where...?" He mumbled, eyes darting about the room before he noted the letter and hurriedly read it, face falling as he did so.
"Oh... Wonderful. Well done Virgil. Stupid, stupid, stupid." He scolded himself before turning to the door as the letterbox rattled, several items falling to the door mat. "Ergh..." He groaned as he all but dragged himself toward the pile.
His hair was still rather damp as he made his way back along the corridor, somewhat confused as he heard nothing of Darius bustling about the kitchen, and a worried, almost scared expression came to his features as there was no sign of the demon. "What...? Where...?" He mumbled, eyes darting about the room before he noted the letter and hurriedly read it, face falling as he did so.
"Oh... Wonderful. Well done Virgil. Stupid, stupid, stupid." He scolded himself before turning to the door as the letterbox rattled, several items falling to the door mat. "Ergh..." He groaned as he all but dragged himself toward the pile.
Gamble huffed as he sat himself on the sofa, ignoring the tea for the moment as he flicked through the various mail. "Junk, junk, charity bag-thing, junk, hm?" He tossed aside all but one of the letters, looking down with a curious expression as 'Virgil Lexion' was all that was on the paper. "No adress..." He mused as he tore it open and began to read.
'Virgil,
It has been some time since we spoke last, I expected never to again but sircumstances have forced me to contact you. You wouldn't know this, but Maria had been suffering from a stress-related illness for several months, the doctor's claimed it was stress-related and she passed away a week ago. Louise and Georg are taking care of funeral arrangements. You are not to come as she wouldn't want you there, I simply thought you should know. You're welcome for the news.
Leonard.' -c-
'Virgil,
It has been some time since we spoke last, I expected never to again but sircumstances have forced me to contact you. You wouldn't know this, but Maria had been suffering from a stress-related illness for several months, the doctor's claimed it was stress-related and she passed away a week ago. Louise and Georg are taking care of funeral arrangements. You are not to come as she wouldn't want you there, I simply thought you should know. You're welcome for the news.
Leonard.' -c-
Gamble blinked slowly as he looked at the letter, his eyes gradually widening as the hands holding the paper shook. The impersonal tone to the writing wasn't unexpected, however the news it brought certainly was.
"M, Maria... Mum...?" he mumbled quietly, fingers loosening; the letter fluttered to the floor. He felt a pain in his head and winced, hands moving to clutch each side, fingers curling in his hair. "How could- I don't- Father-" He stuttered, eyes squeezing closed as tears slid down his cheeks.
He shook his head, a ringing echoing loudly in his mind, causing him to cry out slightly and his eye then flashed a brilliant yellow, the sheen now being opaque, leaving no trace of brown behind. A bright light would come from his cards which zoomed from his pocket and began to fly around his form in rapid circles as his hair became gradually streaked with white.
"Why?" he voice was hollow, and echoed slightly in the room. Doubtlessly Darius would feel something very much amiss.
"M, Maria... Mum...?" he mumbled quietly, fingers loosening; the letter fluttered to the floor. He felt a pain in his head and winced, hands moving to clutch each side, fingers curling in his hair. "How could- I don't- Father-" He stuttered, eyes squeezing closed as tears slid down his cheeks.
He shook his head, a ringing echoing loudly in his mind, causing him to cry out slightly and his eye then flashed a brilliant yellow, the sheen now being opaque, leaving no trace of brown behind. A bright light would come from his cards which zoomed from his pocket and began to fly around his form in rapid circles as his hair became gradually streaked with white.
"Why?" he voice was hollow, and echoed slightly in the room. Doubtlessly Darius would feel something very much amiss.
Darius had barely gotten his apron in back at the bar when he felt a wild pull at his chest, Virgil was in trouble, or at least suffering some great emotional strain. Throwing off his apron, the demon, uncaring for any of his previous words toward his Master or thoughts that he shouldn't suffocate him, vanished as his eyes glowed slightly. Appearing within the main room, he ducked shortly to avoid the cards, taken aback by the image.
Stuttering, Darius would have been completely unsure of who it was if he had not been aware of the Lady...but this...Darius had not seen. "Master Virgil!" Darius called through, not wishing to endanger the mood further by disrupting the path of the cards, but he was crying..Darius had to do something.
"Master please calm down!" He tried once again, aiming to stand back upward to his feet rightly, pulling off his slender white gloves from his hands so he felt he could grasp a better control of what ever might happen.
Stuttering, Darius would have been completely unsure of who it was if he had not been aware of the Lady...but this...Darius had not seen. "Master Virgil!" Darius called through, not wishing to endanger the mood further by disrupting the path of the cards, but he was crying..Darius had to do something.
"Master please calm down!" He tried once again, aiming to stand back upward to his feet rightly, pulling off his slender white gloves from his hands so he felt he could grasp a better control of what ever might happen.
Gamble closed his eyes and shook his head quickly, his knuckles paling as they clenched tighter in his now fully white hair. "Why is she...? I don't mean to-" He mumbled, raising his head slowly to look across at Darius, his eyes wide and glowing that bright yellow colour. He saw the demon, and yet didn't, eyes narrowing slightly as the cards halted for a split second before zooming towards the demon in something of a glowing spear.
"G, go away!" He whined, shaking and hanging his head once again as the cards retreated to whirl about his form once again. "A, a, a number... A number... A number..." He repeated, shoulder trembling before a hand shot out and gripped a single card, somehow plucking it from the swift movement.
"F, five... Five." He noted, clenching the card in his hand before he flung it to one side, a loud bang echoing as it struck the wall which cracked and splintered, the card almost blowing a hole through the surface.
"G, go away!" He whined, shaking and hanging his head once again as the cards retreated to whirl about his form once again. "A, a, a number... A number... A number..." He repeated, shoulder trembling before a hand shot out and gripped a single card, somehow plucking it from the swift movement.
"F, five... Five." He noted, clenching the card in his hand before he flung it to one side, a loud bang echoing as it struck the wall which cracked and splintered, the card almost blowing a hole through the surface.