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Victor took a long draw on his cigarette and blew out the smoke, peering thoughtfully at Gaelon. Leaning over the rail, peering down at the water, he looked a lot like the old Draco that Victor used to know, but he was different now in a lot of ways. The old him was still there, for the most part, except for something...something that S'ten had taken with him.
The city's main bridge, which connected the east and west sides, was deserted except for the elf, human, and the corvette which was parked nearby. Gaelon was dressed in his usual for the place, his black sleeveless shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans and boots. His hair wasn't pulled back as it usually was, leaving it free to be blown about by the fickle breezes.
He fiddled absently with the silver dragon charm that he wore around his neck as he watched the city lights dancing over the choppy water, something he often did when he was lost in thought.
"God, you just can't stay out of a mess, can you?" Victor's pale amber eyes narrowed slightly, giving them an almost hawk-like look. He had an overall sharp appearance, from the eyes, to his facial structure, right down to his short, spiked white hair. Intense though he could be, it wasn't often that it was obvious, mostly when he was utterly serious.
"I'm just not happy unless there's a decent amount of conflict in my life," Gaelon said dryly, turning around to face him.
"You've got plenty of that, Draco, buddy."
"Don't make it sound worse than it is," Gaelon rolled his eyes. "Most of these things will resolve themselves...just takes time..."
"Yeah...You should come around to talk more often. Miss seeing you."
Gaelon nodded distantly. "I've missed seeing you guys, too, despite the messed up lives one tends to become a part of here. Though maybe if I become too stressed with your problems, the other ones will fix themselves."
Victor grinned a little. "Maybe."
"By the way, I've thought of a good solution for your little problem concerning a lack of transportation..."
The city's main bridge, which connected the east and west sides, was deserted except for the elf, human, and the corvette which was parked nearby. Gaelon was dressed in his usual for the place, his black sleeveless shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans and boots. His hair wasn't pulled back as it usually was, leaving it free to be blown about by the fickle breezes.
He fiddled absently with the silver dragon charm that he wore around his neck as he watched the city lights dancing over the choppy water, something he often did when he was lost in thought.
"God, you just can't stay out of a mess, can you?" Victor's pale amber eyes narrowed slightly, giving them an almost hawk-like look. He had an overall sharp appearance, from the eyes, to his facial structure, right down to his short, spiked white hair. Intense though he could be, it wasn't often that it was obvious, mostly when he was utterly serious.
"I'm just not happy unless there's a decent amount of conflict in my life," Gaelon said dryly, turning around to face him.
"You've got plenty of that, Draco, buddy."
"Don't make it sound worse than it is," Gaelon rolled his eyes. "Most of these things will resolve themselves...just takes time..."
"Yeah...You should come around to talk more often. Miss seeing you."
Gaelon nodded distantly. "I've missed seeing you guys, too, despite the messed up lives one tends to become a part of here. Though maybe if I become too stressed with your problems, the other ones will fix themselves."
Victor grinned a little. "Maybe."
"By the way, I've thought of a good solution for your little problem concerning a lack of transportation..."