"I told you she wanted to go with Caleb." Cornelia flashed a hint of a smile, as Irma grinned lazily; practically throwing her self onto Hay Lin's couch. Will hadn't even remembered to say goodbye. "It was hilarious how she slapped him again, but I swear to God he scared us all for a second!"
Cornelia nodded as Irma babbled over-excitedly, and Taranee sat, asking something about Caleb to Hay Lin, who didn't look like she was sure whether to be happy or sad. But Will was happy, Irma'd said, and Cornelia pushed away the dryness of her throat to grin prettily, as Irma did an impression of Will accusing Caleb of leaving them, "Yeah, I actually heard her when she said that.."
"Oh, and then he took her out the door without even saying anything.. I think they may have gone to make out or.." Cornelia snickered then, before Irma scowled at her, "What! They could be-"
"Oh yes, I've heard that all war-alliances had making out between leaders - it's the equivalent of make-up sex I think.." Cornelia rolled her eyes, pulling her hair out of the loose ponytail she hurriedly tied., before flicking the hairband at Irma, "Don't be such a dunce."
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Elyon Brown let her eyes soak in the precious little light the dim sun provided from the windows, as it crept over the dull, dark walls of the castle. She'd slipped away, when she'd realized that Miranda was too upset to entertain her at all, and now she walked around; letting her hands slide over every surface as a useless habit she'd contracted on Earth too many years ago to be able to just stop now. She only stopped when she reached a long corridor, and stood in the center so that she could see that no one appeared to be coming in either direction; the only actual thing in this part of the castle being a single door, and Elyon had traced the walls long enough to know that there were no other rooms adjoining. It had to be big, and Elyon stared for long seconds before she grasped the handle and twisted it, her entire body pressing against the wood to no avail. It was locked, and Elyon pressed her ear carefully against it, wondering if it was anything like the book: this door didn't have a keyhole.
Satisfied, finally, that she'd not be getting in, Elyon sighed and turned her back on the door, and looked both ways before crossing a line she was desperate to cross; she'd checked that no one was coming, but part of her wanted someone to hear. Part of her wanted the young Prince himself to hear her voice echo in this emptiness. "I'm attracted to my brother."
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"Phobos.." Will's eyes darted to Caleb's, as he spoke the name softly; not looking at her, but she knew exactly to whom he was speaking, and she could always tell when he was talking like this, that he must feel guilty on some level, if he was revealing more of hisself. Because he only told her when he felt guilty, and his green eyes confirmed it, as they tentatively met her questioning gaze. It would seem that they were trapped in some endless cycle, and Will wondered if Caleb had noticed the odd pattern of the 'friendship of Caleb and Will', "That brother who doesn't share my blood.. I was talking about Phobos.."
"Why?" Will didn't mean to sound so blunt, but in truth it seemed a little odd that Caleb would call an enemy 'brother', when there was nothing relating them at all. They were polar opposites, and it simply seemed like a silly thing to do.
But apparently Caleb was done talking about that, and his eyes searched the road and his pace increased, and Will knew when the apology was coming. She just wish she knew why he was apologizing. "Gaea.. Cornelia.. Stole something from me.."
Will stared at him then, with bulging eyes as she rushed herself to keep up with him and wondered if Cornelia had ever seemed the type for petty thievery. She did not, and nothing seemed to add up in Will's head, because Cornelia was rich, and Caleb had very little of any value whatsoever, and Cornelia liked Caleb, so why would she-
"Just because she stole my kiss doesn't mean that I wanted her to."
And Will wondered if she'd heard right, because she'd never even thought about if Caleb.. "You don't like her?"
The pace slowed then, and Caleb's frown refused to point itself in her direction as he scowled sulkily at the ground. And he had every right to, because everyone had just assumed. "I.. I did not want her to kiss me."
"Oh... Caleb..." She should have known. Should have thought. And now she was going to take the rap, just because Cornelia couldn't keep herself to herself, and because Will hadn't bothered to think about him. His life. He probably wasn't even allowed to kiss girls until he was married, and Will had basically set a hungry wolf on him.