It Makes My Heart Break...

Heath morte dre Soul · 12-20-2009, 05:10 PM

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Heath could not decide on a specific place, and merely walked along the broken concrete. Bottle in hand he called out to the male who had unknowingly run to catch up with him.
“Yeah! I heard it was some sort of ritualistic thing.” Heath spoke loudly as if the male was drifting off behind him. Turning the gold eyed male found Silas right beside him. Heath stumbled a step sideways and as he regained his balance added,
“Something like that.” his words were thick with the native French accent that the booze pulled from his past.

The open air was cool and refreshing, chilling his face and calming the buzz of the alcohol that filtered through his mind. He felt clearer out in the open, and as they walked Heath came to remember why he had come here in the first place. It wasn’t a painful remembrance, the hurt dulled by the vodka, and he could only reflect on it without brash emotion.
“We love the same woman.” Heath added, matter-of-factly as if they had been talking about it the entire time.

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Silas Agata · 12-28-2009, 03:01 PM

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Silas didn’t know what ritualistic meant, but somehow the boy thought that its connotation was negative. He raised an arm as if to catch Heath if he stumbled too far, and Silas too lost his balance. The Russian wavered a moment before he steadied himself, and the two continued on as if neither had missed a beat. It was more refreshing to be out in the open, rather in the store which had acquired a strange musk of dust and dampness. Silas took in a deep breath of fresh air and felt his mind clear for the slightest moment. A rosy bloom was spreading beneath his fur as the alcohol began to settle. It was nice to feel this way again, as he had some time ago across the ocean with his brother back in Russia.

Had Heath not spoken, Silas would have almost forgotten it was him and not Anatoliy at his side. He turned to the Cours man, features twisting in confusion at the words spoken. "Ve?" He asked, unsure. Silas knew that he did not love any woman aside from his mother or his living sister, and he was pretty sure that Heath did not know of either. He didn’t quite understand. "Huh?" He chimed, now studying Heath in a new, confused light.

Heath morte dre Soul · 01-02-2010, 01:15 AM

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Oh it was a tragic tale. So very very dramatic as well. Heath was so very sure that Jac was in love with Ruri, as the vodka did it’s work through the inches of his brain. He could remember the day he had met the King in the bar, oh so very certain that Ruri loved him and so confident in his answer when Heath questioned him. Arrogant, the male determined quickly. How could the lanky male ever compete with a King? He was a stable boy, as one brash woman had once called me. His own confidence was weak and vulnerable, and it was over all pathetic. Maybe it was clean crisp air that made him more aware of his situation, and so he took another swig of the quickly emptying bottle, to hopefully numb the pain of his position.

His noticed that Silas was unsure of what he was speaking about. Gold eyes looked at the male’s face, and though he needed to squint Heath saw confusion there. Had he not been clear, or was the pirate boy not listening? Whatever it was, Heath willingly explained, wanting to relieve the pressure keeping it to himself caused. But the drunkenness was hurting his train of thought and his speech.
“You know.” He said with a small push of his elbow.
“There’s this one woman, and I love her.” he hadn’t told anyone that he really really loved Ruri, well, that he could remember at this moment. It was a weight lifted off his slumped shoulders.

Then after a small pause he continued to share his forbidden feelings for the blind woman.
“The King, he loves her too. Though she told me she loved me” it was all very confusing and very involved and he was unsure about it himself and so he could hardly explain it to the Russian male. What kind of love that was between he and the collie female was so very different, then what the King held towards her. There was a passion there, something that neither the coyote hybrid male or the collie fey could ignore, if they ever wished to. He knew the Ruri looked to Jac as a father, or a brother. But that was the truth, as best as he could manage.

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Silas Agata · 01-02-2010, 05:05 AM

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Silas looked to Heath expectantly as the two stumbled down the crumbling city streets. He need not bring the bottle to his muzzle again to keep him going, as the alcohol was still swirling in his stomach and veins. Not all that he had consumed had affected him yet, and though he wasn’t fully aware of it, he had a feeling that things for him would eventually get worse. He tried to listen to what it was that Heath was saying, but the boy was still slightly confused. It didn’t help that Heath wasn’t offering much detail or that Silas’ mind wasn’t much for functioning at the moment. But after the youth considered the Cours man’s words, he finally got a grasp on what he was saying.

"I see," he chimed back, trying to picture the woman whom Heath mentioned. Though of course Heath had offered no physical description of his love (or for that matter, even her name) Silas’ young mind was quick to conjure up a beautiful, voluptuous woman. He smiled to himself at the mirage he had created, before really thinking of Heath’s words. Love. The young Russian had yet to experience romantic love. The only love in his life was for his family, as Silas didn’t have much in the way of friends. In Russia, much of his friends were family and now Silas was left with nothing here in Nova Scotia. He’d have to discover these new kinds of love here.

The King also loved Heath’s woman. Silas frowned at that. How could the one armed man also want the desire of the Duc’s heart? Was all love this complicated? The Russian grabbed for the bottle that Heath held in his hands, searching for another gulp to quench his thirst for drunkenness. "Eef she loves you, zhen all is happy, ya?" He didn’t see why it would matter that the King also loved the princess. If Heath loved her, then he’d just have to be that knight in shining armor there to claim her. The king would need to be pushed out of the spotlight.

As the two made their way down the crumbling road, they came across a dilapidated playground. Nature had long since begun to claim it, and the sprawling leaf-covered grassy lawn seemed beckoning to the young Russian. Motioning with a finger, he steered the two towards it. "Sit," he suggested, stumbling his way onto the grassy floor and collapsing happily on his back. "Ahhh, zhis ees so nice. Sit, you must sit. Eet feels vonderful," he informed Heath.

Heath morte dre Soul · 01-02-2010, 12:24 PM

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Yes, see! Heath thought, so loudly that he was sure he had spoken the words. That was what he was talking about.

The thought ran through Heath’s mind as his paws thumped against the cold hard ground. That was where he was, lost in a sea of vodka with one armed sharks snapping as his backend. He heeded this getaway, and needed to loose himself in the bottle. No! He wouldn’t venture into the arms of another woman to forget his problems, that only created greater issues. And since he wished to stay in the favor of the Ms. Ruri that held his heart, he would become a celibate beast. As painful as if might be, she was worth moving mountains and swimming seas. Of course if he had known the ungodly thoughts that ran through the Russian’s mind Heath would have laughed and then attempted to punch the vial ideas form his brain. No beast though of Ruri is such a way!

But it was just the small innocent words that came to his buzzing ears. The kid’s thoughts made sense, they truly did. Why hadn’t Heath thought of that before? It had been more complicated earlier, before the liquor store and before the vodka. But now, it was as clear as the distilled liquid in the half filled bottle he carried. Heath traipsed behind the other male, a sloshy grin on his face.
“Yeah!” Heath exclaimed to Silas and at that moment he could have kissed the man for his genius. Restraining himself just enough Heath managed to simply do as he asked and sit beside him on the grass. It felt soft beneath his paws, nice and soft. Like velvet though slightly more bristled. Gold eyes looked at the other with a half hooded glance and Heath sat up, leaning on his folded legs for support. This was nice, and now that it was all figured out he could stop drinking. Thank the gods, he was starting to get a little drunk

The hybrid looked at the bottle with a hazy gaze, and then brought it over his shoulder. If someone ever wondered why there was so much glass scattered across the streets, or how someone could simply drop a bottle in the middle of the sidewalk and not even think to brush it aside, they had never watched two drunkards wander around a park. Heath had no idea where he was, but it mattered little. The ground was soft, the night fairly warm and the air clear and clean. He threw the bottle over his head, with all the might that lived within his arm. It flew up and into the darkness. The crash was all that was heard, and the glass and vodka was with out a doubt splattered across the hard ground. His ears perked at the sound, though his eyes were already closed and he was moving backwards on to the grass.
“Eet does.” Heath commented, mimicking his new brethren’s accent. It was certainly soft against his back and Heath had never felt his head so heavy in his entire life.

“You’re a good kid.” He commented, voice low as he folded his hands together and placed them on his stomach.

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Silas Agata · 01-03-2010, 09:28 PM

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Figure we can end it on this note. :]

The alcohol had taken a hold of them both. Though Silas would act differently in different situations, the feeling that spread over his body made him only want to lie in that soft grass longer. Had Anatoliy been there, perhaps they would have stirred up some havoc, but for now, the young Russian was perfectly content with just lying back in the grass with Heath at his side. He liked the Cour de Miracles man, he had decided. After this night, he slightly hoped that he’d run into him again. Heath just seemed like a fun guy to be around – or maybe it was just the alcohol that made them both seem compatible as friends.

Through heavy lids, the Russian’s icy eyes studied Heath as he threw his bottle into the abyss of the city. What Silas could focus on was what was here and now, and the bottle had been lost in the outskirts of his mind. There was no taking back Heath’s action, but Silas did not mind so much that the vodka had been lost. There would be more where that came from. And for now, the young Russian was doing just fine. A ridiculous grin caught his features as he gazed up towards the sky, feeling perfectly content. At Heath’s words, Silas merely turned his head and studied the man. It took just moments for the words to sink in, and the Russian let his smile slide not only over his features, but deep into his frame and mix in with the satisfaction his body felt.

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