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[ironside_pixie]

"Aren't boys supposed to have superior hand-eye co-ordination?" She asks, raising her eyebrows at him in disappointment. She digs her toes into the edge of the hand-me down leather couch in Ellen's New York Apartment. You see, there's this guy and truth be told, he's not anything like any of the guys she's been with. He's not rough and mean, or

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[ironside_pixie]

"Roiben was fae." She lets go of Ichigo's hand and kneels forward, only to find the Thistlewitch's hand on her hair; consoling her with a gentle pat.

"There is something unusual about this boy." Her black eyes fix on Ichigo, her wizened face curious.

"I didn't Glamour him if that's what you mean. He's not...from around here."

The Thistlewitch chuckles deep and low, it is the sound of sparrows digging for worms in the shallow soil. "He smells of old magic and stars."

Kaye winces, embarrassed to hear this in front of someone as serious...grounded, as Ichigo.

"Please. Help us. We don't know how to --" She breaks off, there's no way to explain all this without breaking the cardinal rule. Never tell anyone about the crazy, imaginary Bar, easier that way.

The Thistlewitch holds out an egg to Kaye and this time the Pixie knows exactly what to do. She came prepared. She takes a pin from her pocket and does exactly what she did on that fateful day, pierces the egg and blows into it. No membrane comes out, however, in fact nothing whatsoever happens.

"What does that mean?"

The Thistlewitch's face has fallen and her eyes seem darker than ever, almost fathomless.

"Break the egg, Kaye."

Kaye swallows and she can feel every bad feeling burn on the way down. She should have known better. She should have listened the first time, to the first eggshell.

'Heed the warning of your shattered eggshell. Where you go, chaos and discord will follow.'

When she peels back the shell, crimson drips from the egg, staining her fingers, falling upon her lap. Inside there is something knotted and gray, barely grown and Kaye has to stifle a cry.

"Heed the truth." The Thistlewitch says, but her voice is low and sad. Kaye thinks she would rather say anything else.

[kurosakiboy]

Suspicious and wary eyes follow every move that both women make as Ichigo does his best to keep up with a conversation he only understands half of. What he IS able to figure out, however, is that the bloody mess that slips out of the broken egg is not a good sign. Kaye's face and the Thistlewitch's voice confirm this, but even deep in his gut he knows.

Bad omens can sometimes be hard to ignore.

"What does it mean?" Not willing to beat around the bush, Ichigo decides to move straight for the kill. There's one thing he wants to know and one thing only. "What does that mean, all the blood and...that."

[ironside_pixie]

"It means we're screwed." Her voice is on the fine edge of the madness, of surety that nothing will ever change what they now know.

"Last time my egg practically exploded and that didn't turn out --"

She turns from Ichigo and holds a short, hushed conversation with her faerie friend. The Thistlewitch grips Kaye's shoulder, offering words of comfort, but in the end only five words are loud enough to be heard by anyone but the Pixie:

"This is what you choose?"

Kaye doesn't have a choice. She followed her gut and her stupid tingling goosebumps. She threw herself headfirst into the feeling of coarse orange hair against her fingertips and the thought of how his lips would taste and now...she has no option.

"Yes." It comes out a croak and she stands, wiping her hands onto her pantyhose. Even after washing with stain-remover, the red smear remains; a memory of this painful day.

She takes his hands in hers, first one and then the other. Kaye Fierch looks up at him with a split-pixie grin no-one can replicate.

"Fuck the future, right?"

[kurosakiboy]

It seems that many choices are being made here, some of which Ichigo doesn't understand and some of them he does. He knows that whatever the egg might mean (not that he's saying he believes it), it won't change his mind. Not about her, not about them, not about anything. When she takes his hands in hers, he does his best to return her smile in kind and gives her fingers a little squeeze.

"Yeah," he agrees. "Fuck the future. I don't care what happens, what anyone says. No offe-" He's turned to speak this last part to the Thistlewitch, but she's already disappeared by that time, leaving Ichigo with his sentence trailing off. "...uh, okay. Never mind I guess."

[ironside_pixie]

"You'll never see one if they don't want you to." She says wistfully, wondering if they'll ever have a fight so big that she can use that to her advantage. There's a niggling worry, that they might never get the chance to have a fight that big.

Blood. Discord. Fuck the future.

"Wanna go to the arcade?" She waggles her eyebrows at him, twirls and takes off in the opposite direction, he better be fast, or he might just lose her.

[kurosakiboy]

It's always a worry, one of many that comes with dating a pixie. If he blinks, will she be gone? Will she grow bored and filled with wanderlust one day, looking for something new and shiny? These are not the worries that plague his mind now, but rather ones that seep in at night when he isn't expecting them. Worries that stretch on far into the future.

Worries that stem from the idea of being together for a very long time.

"Hey, wait up!" He's right behind her with a few quick steps, but he lets her keep just a little distance ahead of him. There's no fun in chasing if it's so easy to catch.

Then again, maybe he's done chasing now. Maybe he doesn't need to anymore.