♥ Video - Feverish

[gentle_cruelty]

[Is there a moment of deja vu as the video cuts on to the sight of Irial laying on the ground on the shore of Lake Meridian? Only this time there is no cigarette, no smirk. The faery is flush, his eyes staring vacantly up at the sky. His arms are folded behind his head, wings hidden only because he is on his back. Irial hasn't bothered with a

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[bottleblueyes]

[This is Alec, so poetry's not his strong suit, you know.]

Hey, faery. Are you feeling ok?

[Not that he really cares all that much, but he'd rather have a sane faerie to deal with than an insane one.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Glances sidelong at the Dreamberry after an uncomfortably long pause, half-pretending he hasn't heard the call]

Do you ask for yourself?

[bottleblueyes]

I'm asking because you sound out of it.

[And he doesn't want you causing trouble if you don't have full grip on all you mental capacities, faery.]

[gentle_cruelty]

Do I? Hmmm.

[Closes his eyes and turns his cheek away again, his face half in the shadow of the trees]

[gentle_cruelty]

Cigarettes are not my only desire.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Though Irial smiled briefly, his eyes close and several moments pass in silence as he breathes and waits for another breeze to pass]

Did you like it?

[ootorospring]

Keats. Right?

[it sounds different plugged through the Dreamberry translator, for some reason]

Hey, you look a little out of it.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Indulges in a little smile. He recognizes the voice without turning his cheek, the girl with the boyish hair whose house he invaded that first night]

Is that concern for me, precious?

[ootorospring]

Hnn. Just stating what I see.

[gentle_cruelty]

It was Keats. You're right.

[sinnerofdreams]

So you do more things than just smoke.

[gentle_cruelty]

Of course.

Have you already forgotten the time we shared in your bed?

[sinnerofdreams]

You make it sound like we actually did something interesting.

[gentle_cruelty]

I enjoy the insinuation.

[nolessthanseven]

Interesting poem. You always make a point of doing poetry readings?

[gentle_cruelty]

No. [Irial replied simply, eyes closed as the breeze tickled his face]

[nolessthanseven]

Just today, then.

So what brought that up? [her...attempt at being distant, yet trying to suss out what's wrong.]

[gentle_cruelty]

Did you like it?