1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-10-18 09:49:52
Fable looked over at Ques when he spoke, "Yeah.. he sure does." But there was no fire in those words, not like usual. He was upset, distraught even, about this situation. Not because he didn't want to kill the man, because he did, but because it took him so long to do it, or even attempt to. "Let's destroy this son of a bitch." He had never agreed with anything more than he did in this moment, huffing a sound of agreement with a dip of his head. He frowned when Gideon spoke to him, asking about the man Fable used to call his Dad. "I haven't seen him in years, but one thing I do know? He has access to more dangerous minerals and substances than you can imagine. That's how he..." He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Anyway, it's best to be careful around him. Don't turn your back, and don't let him get close enough to you to hide anything on you." He advised, crossing his arms. "It won't be easy, he's much faster than even I am. We can't split up unless absolutely necessary. If we do, he'll pick us off one by one. And trust no one, even if they look like someone you've known your whole life." |
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Posted 2022-10-19 08:26:38
"So, where do we go?" Gideon said, shouldering his pack. "How do we know what he looks like?" Quesnel pulled himself out of his calming methods to look up in surprise. "You didn't meet him face-to-face?" Gideon shook his head. "Nah, he sent someone to meet up with me and discuss the details. I didn't pressure him to show his face; when you're hiring an assassin, ya don't really wanna reveal your true identity." He glanced down, adjusting his pack. "But you didn't see him either?" The larger man shook his head as well, twisting a strand of hair between his pointer finger and thumb. "No, he sent someone to talk with me as well. I thought he was just shy or something," he said, chuckling. He glanced back at Fable. "We'll be ready for him," he comforted, patting Fable's shoulder. "He won't even see us coming." |
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Posted 2022-10-19 19:54:55
He smiled gently when Ques reassured him, jumping into his arms and kissing him. "If I dont make it out of this, Ques... dont forget about me." He whispered after he had pulled away, his eyes shining with a sheen of what looked like... tears maybe? He held his companion's face in his hands, leaning his own forehead against the other's. "Promise me." He whispered, taking a deep breath and letting out a shaky one. He laughed in defeat, "he already knows we're coming, my love." |
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Posted 2022-10-19 20:21:51
As Fable jumped into Quesnel's arms, he couldn't help but smile despite the heaviness in his chest, wrapping his arms around Fable's waist. He opened his eyes to look into Fable's and felt something fierce burn in his chest. "I swear to you, Fable," he whispered back, pressing his forehead back. "I won't." He laughed softly. "I don't think I ever could." Gideon averted his eyes as the two kissed, instead focusing on his packs. He couldn't help but snicker, though. He never thought Quesnel would find someone; not because he didn't think of Quesnel worthy of anyone, but rather the opposite. "So we should get a move-on, then," Quesnel said, louder this time, still keeping a hold on Fable. He didn't want to let go. He felt his heart flutter as Fable called him love. He sighed heavily, giving him another quick peck on the lips. Honestly, he couldn't say he didn't mean to; he most definitely meant to. "If you two are quite done being so sickeningly sweet," Gideon teased, turning back around to face them. "I think we're ready to go kick some bastard ass." |
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Posted 2022-10-21 16:25:24
"Right, let's get going." He hummed, before his cheeks flushing a deeper red as he pecked Fable on the lips again. He wiggled down, pretending he didn't enjoy it. He brushed his clothing off, nodding at Gideon. "Let's go kill my bastard of a father." |
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Posted 2022-10-21 19:58:39
"Ladies first," he said, smiling as she let out an excited rumble and bounded after Gideon. The large man glanced down at Fable, brows furrowing in concern at the fact that Fable's wound (Wow, that healed fast, he thought to himself in awe) was very much visible. He got the sudden gut-wrenching thought that if they happened to run into someone, that might be the very place they aim for first. He paused for a split second, before pulling off his shirt for the second time, and handing it to Fable. "Here," he said, giving Fable a genuine smile. He lowered his voice to a whisper, eyes widening as he leaned close. "So your father isn't intimidated by your incredibly amazing scar." He snorted. All he wanted to do was stand here in this moment and banter back and forth with Fable. A flash of an old memory resurfaced; his mother, father, and himself sitting at the dining table, laughing about some antics cub Cerise had gotten into. Peaceful, carefree, joyful. Devoid of heartbreak and criticisms and tears. Quesnel swallowed, forcing the burning in his throat down. He wasn't going to cry, not here, not so close to Fable. He couldn't be weak in front of him; he had to be the one that endured. Isn't that what his family name was all about? Enduring through the hard times? He fixed Fable with a smile, hoping it didn't look forced. Everything is fine, always fine, he thought, trying to convey it in his eyes. They were probably too wide, though. He most likely looked insane. Oh well. |
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Posted 2022-10-21 20:13:14
Quesnel smiled, but it looked extremely forced. "I know you're worried, and I know things haven't worked out how you planned. But we'll get through this. I refuse for this to be the end." The fire that he carried around in his heart was back, underlying his words. He kissed his friend's cheek... or were they more than that? He couldn't say. But, there was no time for that kind of nonsense. "Let's kill that son of a bitch so we can get out of here." He stood straight, confidence oozing from his body. "Let's catch up to Gideon, we don't have much time until he knows we're coming." He advised, taking Ques's hand in his own and pulling him along. He knew he was a hypocrite for telling him to believe, and yet not believing in his own words. But, he had to do it. He needed to give Quesnel hope, even as false as it was. |
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Posted 2022-10-23 13:12:57
He laughed. "Right, right. No time to dawdle," he said, allowing himself to be led by Fable. Quesnel was never the hopeful type, and he knew he should be overthinking this whole situation. But for some reason, being here with Fable made him forget how much danger they all were really in. Well, not exactly. He knew they could potentially die. And yet, he didn't... feel that worried about it? It's strange, he thought to himself, smiling down at Fable as they walked. Strange, terrifying, and wonderful. He hadn't felt this alive since he was little. Fond memories resurfaced of his life, sending his heart soaring. Running through the woods, leaping over fallen logs and rocks, racing Cerise to the creek. Spending hours fishing in the river, wading into the water to cool off when the sun was at its highest. Lying out on the flat stones by the creek to get dry, laughing about the fish that got away. Jumping into piles of leaves of red and orange and yellow and breathing in the smell of soil, burying himself in the dirt. Scraping his knees as he climbed up the massive pines, leaning against Cerise at the top to watch the sunset. Laying out in the fields of wheat, listening to the crickets and staring up at the stars, falling asleep on Cerise. Fable reminded him of those times when it was peaceful and simple and wonderful. Quesnel was so deep into his daydreams of returning home with Fable and making new memories with him that he didn't even realize they had already caught up to Gideon. The man was perched on Cerise, examining his nails, but glanced up as they approached, cracking a knowing grin. "Good of you to join us," he laughed, raising a brow at the fact that Fable was wearing Quesnel's shirt, but said nothing. He slid off of Cerise, patting her side. "Where do we start?" he said, looking pointedly at Fable. |
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Posted 2022-10-24 08:18:28
"Well, off we go to the castle." His body was rigid, and it seemed as though he was hiding something. He was, but any questioning would be futile as he would refuse to answer. He walked swiftly in the direction of the town, "We might want to take a different entrance to the castle, considering Oleander and his brother will probably be guarding the normal entrance. And I would rather not be given a new stab wound by my dear half-brother." He said coldly, shivering slightly as he gently touched the almost healed stab wound on his side. |
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Posted 2022-10-24 10:55:14 (edited)
As they walked, Quesnel tied his hair back, glancing over at Fable with a strange, protective glint in his eyes. "Although I'd love to give him what he deserves," he said coldly, referring to the scar. "I agree. We'll have to sneak in." He couldn't help but furrow his brows at Fable as he shivered, but he said nothing. He shook his head, sighing, before glancing down at a bush. He paused in his steps and crouched down, but Gideon and Cerise didn't seem to notice. Gideon hummed in thought. "Perhaps we could find an ally in the village? Someone against Rannison, maybe someone he's wronged?" He laughed coldly. "I guarantee he's gotten on at least a few people's bad sides, ha!" The red-haired man stopped, realizing that Quesnel wasn't with them. He looked over his shoulder and nodded when he saw what Quesnel was doing. The large man was hunched over, hand outstretched to... something. He was moving his mouth, but nothing was coming out... at least, it didn't sound like it to normal human ears. Occasionally, there would be a few chirps, but everything else seemed silent. He smiled softly at the small creature in front of him, grinning wider as it took his offering of trout jerky from his palm. |
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