From, Dreamwalk Blue: The Solitude Sessions
I'm putting together the last few bits of Session 4, at long last. In the meantime, here's a snippet:
“I would have gritted my teeth and born it if you had taken her back, but you didn’t and it was probably the best favor you could have done her. You were rotten for her. Face it, old boy.”
Albus refused to dignify that with an answer and simply turned to go.
“It’s not,” Fairborne called after him, “that she didn’t love you. She did, you know, terribly. It just wasn’t enough, you weren’t enough.”
Albus stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. Fairborne smiled insolently at him.
“Well, now I have your attention.” His expression shifted to something unreadable. “Come on then. Have a go. Take your best shot.”
“Have you completely lost your mind?”
Which was, of course, when Hayden hit him.
It was a sucker punch, a wicked shot straight to his face that clearly and cleanly broke his nose. Albus didn’t stop to think; he simply reacted - by returning the favor. Hayden, though, looked rather perversely pleased as Albus socked him in the gut.
“You don’t get to come here, Fairborne,” Albus said, pushing him away, “and just decide to have this out on your terms.”
“Oh really? It seems to me that’s just what we are doing.”
They circled each other warily, though neither went for their wand. Yet.
“I would have gritted my teeth and born it if you had taken her back, but you didn’t and it was probably the best favor you could have done her. You were rotten for her. Face it, old boy.”
Albus refused to dignify that with an answer and simply turned to go.
“It’s not,” Fairborne called after him, “that she didn’t love you. She did, you know, terribly. It just wasn’t enough, you weren’t enough.”
Albus stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. Fairborne smiled insolently at him.
“Well, now I have your attention.” His expression shifted to something unreadable. “Come on then. Have a go. Take your best shot.”
“Have you completely lost your mind?”
Which was, of course, when Hayden hit him.
It was a sucker punch, a wicked shot straight to his face that clearly and cleanly broke his nose. Albus didn’t stop to think; he simply reacted - by returning the favor. Hayden, though, looked rather perversely pleased as Albus socked him in the gut.
“You don’t get to come here, Fairborne,” Albus said, pushing him away, “and just decide to have this out on your terms.”
“Oh really? It seems to me that’s just what we are doing.”
They circled each other warily, though neither went for their wand. Yet.