Wandering Thoughts

After talking with Sauriel about some things he can't change, Alec needed to talk to Phoenix about something he might be able to help with. Or at least warn Phoenix about. If Phoenix actually pays attention to him is up in the air, but he knows the angel does listen to him.

It's always kind of awkward when you have an alt who wants to kill the love of your life. Alec can't do anything about the alt either. The Fool is separated enough that he's only tangentially an alternate of him now which means his influence over the Forgotten is lesser.

After waiting for a moment when Vahl and his younger self are occupied and Phoenix is by himself, Alec pulls the angel to his location. One moment Phoenix would be walking through a doorway and the next he'd be in a bar with stars and the universe dying outside the window.

It's much nicer than the ghost dimension... realm... whatever.

They serve better drinks for starters.

"Phoenix! Over here!" he called out from a corner booth; a nice private corner for just the two of them.

It was really bound to happen.

Phoenix was always telling him that he needed to be more careful That he needed to watch where he put his socks. That he should have his labratory there. And that he should stop drinking prune juice because it made his breath smell funny. But that last one had absolutely nothing to do with what just happened. Neither did the socks. But Phoenix did mention them constantly.

Of course this probably at all doesn't explain the sudden explosion from the lab. Strange colored smoke starts leaking out from under the door. Every where it touches warps into queer and unusual wallpaper patterns. Even the light bulbs. Likely some part of the new wallpaper is rather like the sort found in Willy Wonka's factory complete with snozzleberry.

A few moments after the smoke starts, Alec bolts out of the room and slams the door shut.

He could be heard cursing in strange and unusual languages as he worked on locking the door. Really, really locking the door. In several dimensions and in several undimensions.

Strangely, perhaps, an 'oops' wasn't heard right before the explosion.

Alexander didn't realize when it happened, he had been too intent on reading and had almost forgotten the presence of William, when he noticed that the young man had fallen a sleep on his shoulder, book in his lap. The older man smiled a little, almost laughing, but he didn't want to wake William. It was a sign of trust from the poor fairy stolen boy that he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on him and Alexander was glad for it.

He wasn't going to press William at all. The entire thing had to come from his end, if there was to be anything. He smiled a little, musing on the fact that he had a tendency for much younger men, but what could he do? He couldn't change the way he was. And his partners never seemed to mind at all.

The tea kettle had babies, I got rid of them in the Nexus. Orion named the tea biscuit tin Alfred and took it home with him. I got the kitchen table de-haunted in the Nexus, so there's no longer a Scottish Bagpipe player in it.

So, all I have to do, I think, is purge the rest of the kitchen and house.

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Hah.

In the meantime I have to go and kill someone.

I appear to have acquired a green fire-lizard. She seems to be rather pleased with her self and has made herself at home.

And once again Alexander is waiting for Mel. But this time he's not going to experiment on her like a lab rat.

Not that he would in general.

Alexander is waiting for Mel in the main room of his house. He seems to be bitter and irritable, but is trying to put on a good face for her, after all, she's not the root of his problems.

He had soup. He didn't bring food because food on an empty stomach would probably do Sam more harm than good. But soup was nutritious and drinkable. He had made chicken soup with noodles. Noodles shouldn't be too bad with soup. They were bland and unharmful like things. He knocked on Sam's door, holding the bowl of soup.

A minute passed and then he heard a muffled, "Come in."

Alexander pushed open the door and walked in, the pressure that the collar's spell put on him earlier gone. Looking for Sam, he discovered him curled in the corner of the room furthest from the door. He looked terrible. He had a black eye that took up half his face with bruising. His eyes were red from crying and he smelled like he hadn't bathed in days. At least he appeared to have moved to go to the bathroom.

Sam, he could see, was watching him warily as he walked over. He sat down a few feet away from the huddled mass that was Sam and set the soup down, sliding it over to him. Sam looked at it and then at him.

"You haven't eaten in three days Sam. You need to eat."

"Why do you care?" Sam asked sullenly.

"Because Nick cares about you. At least he usually does. Right now he thinks you should starve, though that's because he's mad at you." He paused and added because he believed in being brutally honest, "And because if you're dead, you can't take the collar off."

Sam snorted.

"Well it's true. Though I'm not going to push that right now." He stared up at the ceiling. "I want you to know I'm going against my baser instincts here, those being beating you with in an inch of your life and then torture you until you were so frightened of me that you would do anything I said." Looking back over at Sam he saw that the prince had scrunched up even further into the corner. "But I'm not. I'm going to show you that I can act like a perfectly rational human being."

"You're not human."

"... I was, once, when I was young. Human. My mother, my father, my brother and sister... all human. It was only unlucky circumstances that made me the way I am. I think you should think of it like being a Wallmaker. You're human still, but your still something more. But being a Wallmaker is more than a job for you, and at the same time it is a job. It is the same for me. I am, in my deepest core, human, it's why I look human, and not a cat or a being of energy. I don't have to look this way, but it's my familiar shape." He sighed and looked at Sam.

Sam was looking back at him. "Why are you telling me this?"

"So you can understand me. I don't want to take Nick away from you. But I love him. I love him more than anything I've loved in a long while. He's mine. And you know what? He still wants you. He loves you, probably as much as you love him. He wants to be with you. And because I love him, I'm going to try and make him happy and share him with you. So the question then is, do you want to be with him, because he does want to be with you."

And he held up a finger here, "But we can't do that unless you eat your soup." He did cheat a little here, using his empathy to push Sam into accepting the soup. It was just a little nudge, because he knew that Sam was hungry. But it was enough to make him reach out and start to sip the soup.

Alexander watched him. When the soup was done, he took back the bowl. "You just think about it. You are free to leave if you wish. But I would like you to stay. We both love Nick, very much. Just remember that."

Standing up he gave Sam a slight smile before turning on heel and walking out.