I hate everything about you, why do I love you? Who: Alex/Lestat/Phoenix and Azazel/Rick What: He wants to leave almost as much as he wants to stay. When: About an hour after the talk with Dominic Where: Tokyo townhouse - bought when Azza fancied some luxury. Warnings: Oh dear - violence, m/m, branding? M/s.
He glanced at the mirror opposite his bed for the tenth time in eight minutes, scowling at his reflection and rubbing at his eyes furiously as he shoved a rucksack he'd never seen before with enough to let him pass as a normal human. Clothes, some trinkets...nothing he actually needed anymore.
He wasn't crying. He wasn't going to cry for that gods-damn bastard. It was still hard to focus, to keep himself awake and aware and seperate from the roiling madness that lay just beneath the surface of his skin, but he was doing it. He wasn't going to collapse again. He was going to get out of here - leave Azazel the money if he wanted it - and head for the Agency.
Dominic would help him. Would help him...fix his head. Get rid of Phoenix - the dark, needy, desperate part of himself - for good.
Checking again in the mirror - and wiping away what he desperately hoped was the last of the blood-tears - he turned and left his room, making his way down the stairs at a human speed. He didn't want Azazel to stop him - that wasn't it, it wasn't. He just...didn't want to trip...
His stomach clenching painfully, he fixed his eyes on the front door, and only the door, as he touched the carpet at the bottom of the stairs.