Enchanted [Sho and Chime]
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				Title: <strong>Enchanted [Sho and Chime]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 10:35:12</strong>
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				The entire place smelled of candlewax, dust, and age. Felix could feel the impressions people had left behind floating in the air - sorrow, love, and hope. It almost burned his nose and he wondered that the other people sitting around him couldn't smell it. He supposed that he cut a bit of an odd image himself, there, so maybe it just wasn't the sort of place he would find himself. He lived by surrounding himself by the oddest objects to be found, and naturally those had certain impressions to them as well, but there was something about that particular tavern that hurt his ears and eyes. <br><br>Or maybe it was just because his skin was already crawling from the way the man across the table looked at him. <br><br>"So, you're the famous Felix?" The man's voice was cultured, cold, and underneath the worn cloak his navy clothing was crisp. He came from old money, and had a sharply trimmed goatee, frigid blue eyes that were as cold and unforgiving as those of a killer. Not that Felix's eyes were all that different.<br><br>Felix was different in many other ways, though. Where the other man was short, stocky, and heavily built he was anything but.<br><br>Felix was slim, almost swan-like, surrounded by an aura of grace that a dancer might have had. His brilliant navy cloak was draped casually over the back of the chair he was in, a soft white blouse tucked carefully into black pants. The blouse was loose, billowing, the sleeves tied just below his elbows to hold in their bell-like shape. His pants were cut slim and fitted, showing off legs that went on for miles, though the clothing other than the cloak was simple and unostentatious.<br><br>A small sapphire dangled on a gold thread from his right ear, only drawing out how very pale his skin was.<br><br>It was set off even more brightly by his ice-like hair, like spun gold, falling to just below his jawline. It framed a face that could only rightly be described as delicate, with a soft jawline, full, cupids-bow lips, and drowningly blue eyes, dark as pools. They were framed by a thick fringe of lashes, heavy, but his eyes held a distinctly long, almond-shape that hinted he might have had an Oriental ancestor somewhere along the way. His cheekbones were high, and he, rightly, would have looked more at place in a portrait of a beauty than in a dusty tavern.<br><br>His face was cold, and he nodded briefly, a faint hint of a smile touching his lips. "Yes, I'm the Felix you were looking for." <br><br>His voice was surprisingly raspy, as though not often used, with a richness that belied his learning. <br><br>"Then you have the potion I wanted." <br><br>"I do. You'll have to be careful how you use it, though, it's-" <br><br>"I didn't come here to be told how to use it. I simply want to know if it will work, and how much it will cost me." <br><br>Felix sighed slightly, raising his shoulders in a delicate shrug. "It will work, of course. You will be able to restore yourself to your former fortune at your enemies expense. It may not be pleasant, though. I cannot assure you exactly by what means your enemies will fall, after you slip this to them. After their own empires collapse, it will be up to you to raise yourself back into your former position." <br><br>"It sounds like an expensive pricetag for what sounds like poison, to me." <br><br>"Oh, it's much more than poison, my dear customer. It is...how can I say this...a simple drop will ruin a man's mind; you will drive your enemies mad, each in his own way, and it will be utterly untraceable." What he didn't mention was that his customer would likely experience his own bout of madness when he saw men turn on their own families, and destroy other lives along with their empires. <br><br>It was his business to sell, though, and if his customer didn't wish to discuss those unpleasantries far be it from him to have wasted all the trips he made to find the ingredients for that particular potion. It wasn't a typical potion - a simple headache cure or a blessing for a ship - and he didn't want to suddenly be told his buyer didn't want the product. <br><br>The gruff man nodded, sliding a black box across to Felix, where Felix opened it a crack. A heavy, glittering necklace lay inside, encrusted in diamonds and emeralds. It was worth a small fortune, but it was heavily cursed, and of no use to any woman who might desire to wear it. All who touched it died. It was imbued with the souls of those who had coveted it, and it ate away at their souls.<br><br>Felix would add it to his collection. His own powers allowed him to touch the necklace - part of the price he had paid, and part of why his own curse was so heavy. His own power was great, but it ate away at him all the same. His eyes lit, hungry, as he looked at the necklace. He could feel its power. Perhaps that was why the room had felt so unbearably heavy - but no matter, he would take the energy from the necklace; he would absorb it into himself to fuel him. He shut the box and slipped it into his cloak, the weight of it dropping down into the pockets of it, though it seemed to disappear and add no weight at all to the cloak. <br><br>The large man got up, taking with him the small potion that Felix had given him, and Felix settled back into his chair, alone. He took a slow sip of his ale, letting it wash down his throat, shutting his eyes for just a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enchanted [Sho and Chime]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chime</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 17:00:15</strong>
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				Felix wasn't the only individual in the tavern who could feel the experiences that people of long past had etched into its walls. Unlike Felix however, the other man was hardly a magician or wizard. The way he 'felt' the age of the building was quite different than how a wizardly man literally might. Griffin and Felix were men of two completely different type of professions. Unlike the other man, Griffin hadn't the slightest clue how to even start going about magic. Instead he was a man of word and song. When he looked about the tavern his imagination flew! Still different yet, Griffin enjoyed the stories that the tavern hid.<br><br>However tonight was not a night that he would inquire for new tales to add to his collection. Tonight was when he would earn his right to eat. Not that he was worried, Griffin viewed himself quite highly. He had spent many years studying and traveling to learn the ways of music. Just by a quick look at his audience and obtaining a feel of the tavern the man could discern what sort of songs would earn him his meal that night.<br><br>It was during this investigation that his eyes laid upon a particular individual. He spared only an extra moment examining him.. yet no matter what he did, his eyes were always drawn back to him. At first Griffin found him no different than the other men that he saw on a daily basis.. but each time his gaze went back to the man he surprised himself at how much more beautiful he seemed. Was this a trick? He always made sure to not drink any wine before his performances! Running his long and callused fingers through his flaxen colored hair, the bard found himself a bit troubled. Never before had he found himself attracted to another man, but why did this one not only continually pique his interest but seem to become more attractive by the second?<br><br>Deciding to try his best to ignore the other as best he could, he double checked himself before going on stage. Everything seemed to be in place. Griffin never wore anything flashy when he performed like the other bards did, he wore a simple tunic shirt that he kept together with a colored sash and slacks that kept close to his legs. There was no reason for him to dress up in bright colors and feathers. He was there to entertain with his music, not his outfit. Even his hair was different from the typical bowl cut. Griffin enjoyed how silky his hair was and let it grow, at least to an extent. Instead of framing his ears his blonde hair graced his rather slim shoulders, long enough for him to put into a braid if he wished to do so.<br><br>Sitting down upon the stool placed on the stage, he put his harp on his knee and closed his auburn colored eyes. In only a few short moments he proved that while his outfit was quite plain his talents were not. The bards' voice was silky and smooth but still held the masculine tone that could be held only by a man. His fingers elegantly plucked at the strings of his instrument, easily able to keep up with the pace of his song.<br><br>This was what he was supposed to be doing, immersing himself in the music. Not eyeing another man!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enchanted [Sho and Chime]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 19:47:43</strong>
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				Felix hadn't planned on staying around and listening to the bard, but once he had relaxed into his chair and found himself with an ale in his hand, he figured that he might as well relax. He had been cooped up in his shop all day and it would be nice to spend a little bit of time out of there. Plus, he needed to rest. He couldn't exactly be calling on the forces of darkness every hour of the day. His whole body was already exhausted from doing that and he was slowly losing his resistance to it. <br><br>He took another slow sip of ale.<br><br>Those dark eyes came to focus on the man before him, glancing up at Griffin, tilting his head slightly to the side. It sent his pale hair sliding along one shoulder. The bar was quite attractive, and he almost wondered if he could snag him into a one night stand. <br><br>Then again, one had to be careful about admitting they liked men, particularly in these parts.<br><br>Pair that with being a wizard and you were in real trouble.<br><br>He took another sip of ale. <br><br>He crossed one long leg over the other, slim fingers wrapping around the body of his mug, taking a deep sip before setting the glass down. A server came by and he murmured something to her, and a few minutes later she came back with a bowl of stew and rice for him. He wondered if he could buy the bard some dinner. That would be a friendly gesture, at the very least, and perhaps it would entice the bard into a little bit more.<br><br>He was attracted to the bard, of course, but he wasn't going to assume the other man was gay. A little company over dinner wouldn't be unwelcome, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enchanted [Sho and Chime]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chime</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 19:33:07</strong>
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				Griffin continued his performance with relative ease. He had performed the song hundreds of times before and would perform it a hundred times more. If he could sing and pluck at his harp during bar fights and riots then certainly he could play it now. The only problem was that it was not his concentration that was being disturbed but his heart. Stealing a glance back to the mysteriously gorgeous man, he found that Felix was looking towards him as well! Heart skipping a beat, it took him a moment to realize that it was only natural. He was the performer.<br><br>Even though Griffin was a bard of considerable talent and had mastered more than one love ballad he had quite often scoffed at the idea of falling in love without actually spending time with the person first. Certainly you could feel lust, but how could someone actually fall in love with just a glance? It was at that moment that he was slowly beginning to understand what the women meant. He knew nothing of the man, had never even been attracted to a man before.. and yet..<br><br>Perhaps it was fate? Many of his stories spoke of fated lovers, maybe it wouldn't be so odd that it would happen to him. This train of thought continued for many more minutes as he continued to sing, his face never betraying the fact that his heart skipped a beat each time he thought that Felix was looking upon him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enchanted [Sho and Chime]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 04:00:22</strong>
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				Felix watched the bard, listened to him. He had a delightful voice and it was a pleasure to just sit back and let it wash over him, the music flowing through his mind, over his body. It was a pleasure and one that he rarely got to indulge in. He saw the bard look at him and offered a small, slightly crooked smile, revealing a single dimple on his left cheek. His long lashes brushed his cheeks. It was a coy look meant to entice the bard.<br><br>Perhaps he could buy the bard some dinner and enjoy some conversation after his songs were done. He could hardly complain, afterall. Bards usually sang for their dinner and it wasn't like it would be a high-risk commitment. <br><br>They would likely never see each other again.<br><br>Of course, he was wrong, and he had no idea and no way of knowing that the other man was falling in love with him. The feeling was there in himself, but it had been so long since he'd felt it that he hardly knew what it was, and he hardly had any way to understand it. <br><br>It had been so very long since he'd felt it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enchanted [Sho and Chime]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chime</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 23:42:12</strong>
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				That adorably coy look caught the bard hook, line and sinker. In fact he missed a few notes because he was so awestruck. Griffin quickly found his place again in the music score and continued to play, embarrassed that he had let himself become so distracted. This was love! It had to be. He had felt lust plenty of times in his life, he was a healthy man after all. But what he felt for the wizard who he hadn't even talked to was so different..<br><br>As soon as he finished his songs he rushed to pack his instruments, for once not hogging the stage for as long as he could for possible extra tips. Instead he tried to casually walk over to Felix and take a seat at his table.. as if he hadn't planned to do so from the moment he laid eyes on him. Offering the wizard a charming smile, he brushed back some of his blonde hair and hailed down a waitress.<br><br>"I'll have what what.. hm.. what is your name?" Alright so it wasn't the most suave way to find out his name, but it was the only thing he could think of. It wasn't easy to think straight when your heart was in your throat!
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