♥ Video - Feverish

[gentle_cruelty]

[Is there a moment of deja vu as the video cuts on to the sight of Irial laying on the ground on the shore of Lake Meridian? Only this time there is no cigarette, no smirk. The faery is flush, his eyes staring vacantly up at the sky. His arms are folded behind his head, wings hidden only because he is on his back. Irial hasn't bothered with a

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[bottleblueyes]

[This is Alec, so poetry's not his strong suit, you know.]

Hey, faery. Are you feeling ok?

[Not that he really cares all that much, but he'd rather have a sane faerie to deal with than an insane one.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Glances sidelong at the Dreamberry after an uncomfortably long pause, half-pretending he hasn't heard the call]

Do you ask for yourself?

[bottleblueyes]

I'm asking because you sound out of it.

[And he doesn't want you causing trouble if you don't have full grip on all you mental capacities, faery.]

[gentle_cruelty]

Do I? Hmmm.

[Closes his eyes and turns his cheek away again, his face half in the shadow of the trees]

[bottleblueyes]

[He's done with you.]

Whatever, Downworlder.

[click]