Cupping the cigarette in his hand, Edward takes a deep inhale as he draws in a deep pull of smoke. The cigarette crackles as he burns it, and the lighter clicks as he closes it and places it back into his pocket. After an exhale, Edward looks around the alleyway, recalling where he'd left his car.
     A tap of his boot on the ground, and Edward begins to walk from the pub doors, the tinkle of a car key sounding on the alley walls.

     And the smoke shall shield me, and the fire shall light my way...
     The door opens behind you, closes behind you. In the darkness of the club, he folded space and time, bending the air and propelling himself forward. His steps sound on the concrete. "So," Valan exhales smoke, "... are you going to tell me what I said, or what I did that would make you stand up and leave without saying even fuck you... let alone goodbye..."
     Valan flicks ash to the alley. "If so... I am sorry...for whatever it was..." His voice softens after his initial outburst of caustic anger.

     Edward spins about, brows arched in polite innocence. "Is that what you want me to do?" Edward asks generally, hands sliding into his pockets. The cigarette hangs precariously, but then he thinks about it and pulls it out, looking down. He shakes his head, saying, "Normally, I'd have said just that, but..." he shrugs. The annoyance is there, but he's purposefully holding himself together.
     "You shouldn't leave the artiste waiting; seems a nice bloke," Edward says genuinely. "I'll see you...another time," he says softly.

     "Leave him waiting for what?" Valan looks confused, his head cocked back. A look stolen from you (you are beginning to look alike). "You think there's something going on?" Gold-green eyes glint in the low light. "I don't fucking think so. He's nice enough. But why would I need a German club boy?"
     "Dieu...you make me crazy," he chuckles suddenly and comes up to you, putting a hand to your shoulder and shaking you. "Why are you mad? What did I do or say? Please... tell me and I will right it. For whatever it was, Edward, I didn't mean it. Sure, I wasn't happy to get a brush off earlier. But... come, that moment has passed..."

     "I didn't brush you off," Edward rolls his eyes, "I have things to do, Valan. They aren't anything new. But I made time," he says. "And no, I know you're not fuckin' him," Edward snorts dismissively. He inhales his cigarette, and looks at you as if he had on a pair of glasses.
     And he stands there, expectantly, nothing else to add.

     "And I don't want to. Really." Valan slips an arm around your waist and he kisses your ear. "And no one will be painting me. Only you. With your blood, hmm?"
     Montague leaves it at that, slipping away from you. "I will see you later then. Be safe, Edward... I will be in your bed, waiting for you." Keys chime in his hands as he finds them. He's parked nearby.

     "Ah," Edward says, not really responsive. "So 'whatever it was,'" Edward says, "...was complete and utter bullshit, then? Fuck if you're not as bad as any woman, Valan."
     The cigarette's tossed aside and smoke flies. "Likely I'm not back by morning," he says softly.

     "Of course it was bullshit," Valan smoothes a smile. "I have said no man sees me naked but you. Though, it is true... I have no problem with my own nudity. I am not shy."
     He chuckles at being as bad as any woman. "Hmm... I may be worse than any woman," Valan murmurs thoughtfully. He exhales at your schedule. No, he wanted to spend time in your bed. With you. That is clear. "Maybe tomorrow night... we can have more time? It has been a few nights ...you've been busy." But a Montague left unattended can become a monstrous thing. "But... I miss going out to dinner... or... ordering in." Yes, our episodes of Chinese take-out.
     "I'll see you," he whispers and Valan turns out of the alley, heading for the next street over and his parked Italian sportscar.

     Edward looks back up the alleyway where his thoughts initially led him. Key in his hand, he heads on towards his car and into the remainder of his night.

Posted by rowan at May 17, 2006 06:36 PM