rhys kinlan ; steals hearts (stealhearts) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-05-29 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, chloë du gard, rhys kinlan |
log/thread; rhys & chloë
Who: Chloë du Gard & Rhys Kinlan
NPCs: —
Where: Rhys's Home (Theatre District)
When: Taurus 14 (May 03)
What: Chloë goes to check on Rhys who heard that she was worried about him after that mess a bit ago.
Rating: PG
Progress: In Progress
Chloë honestly contemplated moving away from Emillion after the disaster. It was amazing what a mage could accomplish, but she realized that leave Emillion because of mages (and plagues and…) wasn't going to make them go away. She would just run into these problems somewhere else and there were other reasons to stay. Much to her chagrin, when she heard that people were hurt, people she knew, she got upset. From what she heard, Rhys nearly died, and for once, Chloë seemed to show an emotion that was practically foreign to her. Worry. As much as she tried to keep her friendships, even the ones she knew best, at arm's length, it still upset her. She'd suffered some injuries, but she was told he was hurt and possibly dead, she freaked out. She started talking quickly and in a shrill voice, and demanded to know where he was and where the nearest white mage was. She was tempted to go rushing to that clinic in town and swipe every last bottle of healing potion she could if it would help. Someone finally managed to calm her down, but Chloë still felt the paranoia that something else was going to happen and kill him, or someone else she knew, without a chance of rescue. She didn't discuss her reaction with anyone, and tried to play it off. She got a few strange looks, especially when she insisted that Rhys not find out, but they all seemed to comply. "Rhys?" she asked intruding into his home with a knock of his door, "Are you asleep?" Rhys had believed he'd never be able to walk again or move in general. Really an immobile life had not been one worth living. Then he was sure he'd crossed over to the threshold of hell when he took one look at the nurse they'd given the trio. The other grenadiers, bastards, had left him alone the extra few days it had taken him to recover. He was feeling a lot better now, not that he wasn't told to stay in bed. There wasn't going to be much of that. He needed to work his strength back up, if he wanted to keep money in his pockets. On the bright side, his face had been easy to fix and scars on the rest of him? Usually worked in his favor. At least, he'd spin them so they worked in his favor now that there'd been a huge battle in the city. The knock at the door had come as a surprise. No one had come to visit him since his release. They had other things to attend to. Tom had to see to his shop and Miles had to see to his...'wife'. She hadn't come to check up on him either. He didn't know why he wasn't surprised by that. Maybe something had happened to her. He hadn't asked. That made him just as guilty. The voice that followed the knock at the door was familiar and he looked up and over at the woman as she entered the home. "Back here," he called. He wasn't in his bed, but in the chaise by the window of the small room. The curtains were open and he could see the reconstruction of the theatre district. So much needless destruction. Chloë could see Rhys from where she entered and walked in further, closing the door behind her quietly. It shut with a soft click and then she came walking over to where he sat it was clear she brought some things with her. Two bottles of a nice wine, some snacks, and some bits of parchment for him to write grand stories while he was there. She seemed to hesitate briefly as she came to the chaise and observed his appearance. He didn't look dead, which was good, in a way, but he was still at home and not at the theater. "How is Emillion's favorite illusionist today?" she seemed to tick back into her usual cheery behavior and set the basket on a table nearby, walking to his kitchen to pluck a glass of wine for him and one for herself, "I would say you should open a window but it's so dusty outside right now." She returned with the glasses and pulled the wine from the basket. "Perhaps by the time you are ready to venture out again they will be finished and you can go back to work, hm?" she smiled and handed him the glass of wine. Chloë hadn't come to see Rhys earlier, but she was here now. That counted for something, didn't it? He didn't want to think of who would've showed up if he had died. But everyone loved funerals. It was a time to stand around and look like you gave a shit. Not dying almost made him feel cheated, but there was far more for him to do now that he was still alive. He had to regain his strength. He had to reopen his show...most likely in a month or so if he was lucky, and of course, there were the women he had to check up on. The brush with mortality would bring some closer and push others right out of his reach. The thought made him frown until Chloë spoke. "Favorite illusionist," he said with amusement. He watched as she bustled around his home with familiarity, which was both good and bad. He wasn't sure he cared if certain things went missing. He'd missed Audrey's wedding. He couldn't even give her the something blue he'd planned to present as Gerard. It sat in the case on the dresser next to his bed. "It looks very dusty," he added a moment later and scrunched his nose. "They're making good progress." The thief moved his leg so that she could have a place to sit. "Sometimes, I think you're a trick of light," he said absently. "For now," Chloë stated, "I expect they will be done soon though." She looked out the window he sat near and observed from his perspective what the district looked like. It was hard to believe the damage one mage gone mad could unleash upon a city, and soon it might seem that only those who were there to experience it would know it. Cities could be rebuilt, new faces floating in without the faintest idea of what the people there had to endure. Well, some places needed some rebuilding anyway, did they not? Chloë's eyebrows quirked up at Rhys, "That's a funny thing to say." She poured herself a glass and then took a seat at the edge of the chaise where his feet lay at the end of his stretched out legs. Some parts of her still felt like they should ache, but despite the apprehension toward mages, she didn't turn away a white mage looking to help. "What would make you say that?" she asked taking the glass to her lips and sipping its contents. “This will all make a great story one day,” he mused as he took a drink of his wine. Where there was pain and destruction, there was growth and opportunity. The thought process was how he’d made it as far as he had this long. He’d come into many mistakes when he’d first left home and struck out on his own. When Chloë commented on his choice of words he simply smiled, not looking at her. Turning his head, he looked up at her face. She was so pretty. He was so lucky he’d managed to snag her for his act. He was lucky she’d been eager to perform, was excited about heists, and was smart enough to help him pull them off. They were a great team. Your smile brightens up the whole room. He thought to himself, but said, “I thought for sure you’d be gone. Not much to do until things right themselves.” "Oh, I contemplated it," Chloë admitted, "I even began wondering what the city I used to live in might be like this time of year, but well, it's a mess no matter where we are. Besides, what would you do without your assistant, hm?" She kept a humor in her voice and then took the basket into her hand, plucking out a small strawberry tart and handing it to Rhys to take. Chloë was rarely seen without some sweet nearby or in her possession. She took one for herself, "I can tell you that there isn't a great deal to miss going on out there and the most exciting things to happen have been outside your window. The wedding was so boring, and not at all as entertaining as I'd hoped it would be." Even if she didn't have to wear the pink dress, and she should've been comfortable enough to see everything unfold, nothing really turned out as fun. It was a pity, really. "How have you healed?" she asked then, scooting closer to look over him, "You seem to be quite improved from the initial reports." “Probably die of neglect now that Audrey’s off and gotten herself married and a family,” the thief said to answer her question. “Or just bedding many a maiden and failing to find a proper assistant with your brains and work ethic,” he said tipping his glass toward her. There was no point in not giving credit where it was due. He took the tart thankfully. Chloë had great taste when it came to deserts. It was like she was the pastry whisperer. When she’d mentioned the wedding, he’d frowned. He hadn’t even gone to the damnable thing. Everything had happened so fast and all while he was out of commission. “I bet everyone was happy that Lord Gerard was not present at the ceremony.” He’d made it a point to be quite an asshole throughout his entire performance. Audrey seemed quite upset the last time they’d met. He wasn’t sure why. She knew it was an act, right? You didn’t just change your entire concept for one person. That defeated the acting’s entire purpose. “You and your reports,” he said, thankful for a different topic. “It’s like you have a network of rats and crows at your beck and call. What did the initial reports tell you?” "A few asked after you, I think they expected you would make some sort of a scene," Chloë said with a hint of amusement in her voice. She being one of the people that had hoped for that. Rhys could put on the dramatics if he wanted, and given what he said during the engagement party, she had hoped it would extend into the wedding. No matter, the wedding was done and in the past now, and there had been more traumatic events that overshadowed the nuptials. She said with a more serious tone, "Some said you died. Then came news that you were broken, likened often to a rag doll. Near death. Requiring a crack shot team of white mages to make you better and to stop you from going to wherever it is they claim we go when we die." She scooted closer and reached out to grab hold of his jaw, inspecting his face, "You look, perhaps, a little thinner." Chloë bit into her tart to allow him time to speak before she continued. “I considered it,” he said thoughtfully nibbling at the corner of his pastry. Or was it more like gnawing? “I considered how to do it too, without fully ruining the wedding, but making it memorable. Sadly, my plans were dashed by my traitor of a body. There was no way I could power through the pain for hours. The idea of standing there and watching Miles and Audrey,” the names were said with a bit of a snarl, “take their vows was nauseating.” When she went about how he had been found, he wasn’t much to pleased with that description either. Then she took his face in her hand and he smiled at her. “Witness the truth, my dear. I am clearly far too pretty to die, but apparently okay to maim and bury.” When his face was released, he relaxed back into the chaise. "You know what would make me feel a lot better?" he said raising his brows at her, awaiting her response. |