Special: Fighting for Breath

Fighting for breath?
I am. It's a habit.

Cookie for those of you who recognize the dialogue I had yesterday;
cookie for fucking reference.

"Lady Eliac, I beg the presence of your wit-filled tongue."

"Ignio. How may I aid your call?"

"My Lord Siragon has bade our contact and conference, out of concern."

...Shit.

"My Lord Siragon negated to mention the degree of his leisure towards the making of unneeded protection, last we spoke. What makes you think you have a right to sound the call that he would not?"

"He asked me to, Eliac."

"...What? Why?"

"Because Zach's just as worried about you as I am, Payton. You oughta know that."

"Why are you two so worried, anyway? I haven't exactly been fighting off your attentions with loaded guns. In fact, I'm surprised you even still had my msn address around. What happened? You drop off the face of the earth?"

"Payton! It was... it's complicated..."

"Fuck you. I'm out."

"Wait!"

"Why the fuck should I, Michael? You tell me that. You tell me that one thing."

"I know that I have hurt you. I know I have. I touched your sweet face against my lips, I let your heart beat against the feel of my hands. You have defended me from many a defamation; yet I abandoned you at the first sign of turmoil, the first to flee from you like so many did after me. I did not bother to learn the sweetness of the sunrise in your eyes when you spoke of him; did not bother to speak of it with my consort. What did I care of your happiness, if it was not with me? If it was with a human boy? Gods, how I desired to lay with you again, my Lady. Tempered flame against the water means steam, and I breathed in the scent of it when I heard your words and felt your passions. Please, my lady; I beg your renowned patience and indulgence."

"...You think that a well-written speech can lighten the weight of my heart, Lord Ignio? How amusing. One with so much practice at tempting the passion of women must be aware that their broken heart's pieces are too small to be a burden? You beg my patience, yet I sense your desire for my renown as well. For that oblique, you have gained the price of my indulgence as well. Speak wisely; perhaps I'll even listen to you."

"You would accuse me of being dishonest; when I come to you, unarmed, in peace, against popular dictation? Against Azrael himself; and baring the seal of none less than my own house?"

"Your concern is not reward enough?"

"As you see fit, my lady."

"What is it, by the way, Michael?"

"Your heart, my lady, being nothing less than treasured gold or sultry promises... Being--"

"Yeah, yeah. Okay. What about my heart?"

"I.... he told me about her."

"....He BETTER not have. That conversation was--was private!"

"And your fiance? Does he know?"

"Well he does..... but......."

"But you love her too."




Fuck.

Fuckity fuckity fuck.