We Go On

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Alexiamuriel

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C.h.a.pt.t.e.r Two

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Fayt was unhappy. Albel just blew him off over and over. It was beginning to wear on his nerves, he almost felt like giving up on him.

"I just don't know what to do." He said airily to himself

They had stopped for the night at a small in a quaint town. And like most nights Fayt was in the room alone and Albel had left for… whatever. He was attractive, and intriguing, but was it even worth the waste of his time if he knew he would never even get to be with the man of his dreams?

Maybe, he had a chance.

He had seen Albel blush after all.

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Sitting at the bar in a local tavern was Albel, and he was brooding. He was mad, he wasn't entirely sure why he was mad, but he knew it was something to do with Fayt. Earlier he had decided that that brooding was easier than figuring out the problem or talking to Fayt, and much better than appearing to have any emotional weaknesses.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought.

'What am I doing hanging around with such a fool?'

Maybe talking to Fayt, or rather interrogating him, he could find out what's going on.

He stood up, and walked out of the tavern.

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Fayt was no longer irritated… he was just, bored. Now he was hanging upside down off the edge of the bed, when suddenly Albel burst into the room, causing him to jump, twist and then collapse onto the floor.

"Get up, fool," Albel dictated.

Getting up and sitting on the bed Fayt looked across at the other on the bed parallel to his own. And all Albel did was stare. He just sat there, squinting and starring at him.

"What the heck are you doing?"

Albel said nothing. Or rather was not sure what to say at all. And then, "What are you doing?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Why are you traveling with me?"

Fayt felt unsure about how to answer that question. Should he tell him? Tell him that he felt drawn to him? Would that scare him away?

"I have my reasons. You never really answered me when I asked you that question before."

"Just answer the question fool."

'That sounds familiar,' thought Fayt. "How about you answer mine first, Albel."

Albel paused, he didn't know why he was traveling with Fayt. With a sigh he said, "I don't know. But if you answer my question it might help me answer yours."

Fayt, was surprised. Albel may very well have the capabilities to carry on a conversation!

Fayt sighed heavily. He was scared, nervous, and… well really scared and nervous. Should he tell the truth? Should he just make something up? He didn't know what to do. What if Albel freaked out and left? Then all hope would be gone, he couldn't even just be around him. He didn't know-

"Well?"

Fayt looked up, realizing he had zoned out.

"I…"

Albel just kept starring, peering in to Fayt's eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"I like you," as he said it his stomach quenched into a little ball.

Albel did nothing, did not move, did not speak… nothing. It seemed like an eternity until he said anything.

"I don't understand what you mean by that," stated Albel.

I didn't seem possible, but Fayt's stomach felt like it had gotten even smaller. He was not looking forward to explaining. He never thought this would ever even come up. EVER.

"I don't think I can explain it right now." Fayt looked down as he felt himself blush.

Albel's brow drew together in confusion, he just didn't understand things like this. He's never had to deal with anything like this. It was all just intimidate, fight, torture, murder. There was never any time left for…normalcy, if this was even normal at all.

Fayt stood, "Look Albel, I think it's better if we have this talk later… I… I just don't feel comfortable talking about it right now…" He did not meet his eyes, he felt like a little kid, with a school boy crush. "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

He began walking to the door when Albel reached and grabbed his arm to stop him. He did not even turn to look at Fayt, but when he spoke he sounded a little…was it unsure? Fayt couldn't pin point the emotion, but it was there.

"Don't go… just…stay."

Fayt was taken aback. Albel had never done something even close to this. Was he changing? Now that the war was over was he allowing himself to become more… humane? He hoped so.

"Ok. I'll stay."

Hesitantly he reclaimed his seat on the bed. And for a long time they sat in silence, not meeting each other's gaze.

Albel ran things over and over in his head. Fayt liked him? What did he mean by that? As a friend? As a lover? Could anyone love Albel the Wicked? He didn't deserve love, not after all the things he had done. No, he didn't suppose anyone could love him. Not if they knew everything.

But…Fayt, he had come back to Albel from his home, and he knew what he was capable of. The things he had done. And yet, he stayed.

"Fayt…do you think anyone could ever love me?" He didn't know why he said it. It just popped out. But he did not regret it.

Fayt looked up at Albel whose intense gaze met his own.

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Yeah……. So more like I wanted to post more than make a cliffhanger. But you know…..yeah….I know…its short…. I try….

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