PopeAlessandros

We'll take the low road.

Wandering slowly to his room, Amano goes over the meeting. Despite the explosion by the father the young man decides it was a success. 'Although I am sure Illiendi will have some critiques, I hope he agrees' He hangs his head a bit at the memory of how the demon had to dig him out of that hole he'd put himself in. 'But. . .But that is what he is for after all. . .At least. . .' He lets out a sigh, lifting his head back up as a servant comes into view. Giving the middle aged man a smile and a polite nod he picks up the pace to his room and arrives without seeing anyone else. Once inside he finds himself too restless to get to work immediately and instead heads over to his window.

Throwing it open he practically collapses on the sill and lets the early morning breeze rush over his upper body. A faint shiver runs through his body as the wind ruffles his hair and clothing, but he ignores it. 'I feel so overwhelmed by all this. Whenever I get thinking about this plan, all I can think is that it is too much for me. After all, I really have n experience with all this, and the one who does have the experience is a demon who has his own agenda, his own reasons for doing the things he does, and who probably sees me as as weak and pathetic as everyone else. Perhaps even more so, seeing as he is an amazing immortal being to whom all of this is child's play' He lets out a long sigh and ruffles his hair. “What am I doing?”

Below him the alley between houses one of the gardeners goes by with a bucket and some tools and the 'young master' of the house watches with vague interest as she smiles at nothing in particular. 'She looks happy. . .I wonder why? She is a servant in a house of a rich man, yes, but said rich man is a horny, drunk, stingy slob most of the time. He never hands out bonuses, and he does not allow family members to work together, so she hardly gets to see them I am sure. It has got to be horrible working here. . .And that is not even mentioning my brothers. . . .' He lets out another long sigh as she walks out of sight, now singing softly to herself. 'Maybe I should just content myself with the fate allotted me and try and find whatever happiness life has to offer right. . .here. . .'

Memories flood back in of the night Illiendi was summoned, his fear, and how with a simple phrase he'd sent many of the most notable people in town down into the gutter, and some, six feet under. Raising a hand he looks at it idly. 'I did all that without lifting a finger, but it was not me, it was him. He rejected all of them, and took to me, the sacrifice instead. He must have had a reason, and I never ordered him to accept my idea, he did that of his own free will. If he really thought I was not up for it, then I'm sure he would not waste his time with me' Pushing himself up his runs his fingers over the brand Illiendi gave him and smiles softly. A touch of his confidence returns and with one last look out the window he turns and heads to his desk.

The light breeze makes a few of the loose papers upon it shift, but after he settles in he pins them down rather than close the window. 'It may be city air, but it is still fresher than the musty smell permeating this entire house' Pulling out a clean parchment he decides to write the letters to the female prospects first, knowing that most of them will not take long. He starts with the girls his father chose, each one taking less than ten minutes and each nearly identical. He does however add little bits here and there, using things he remembers from their childhood to personalize the notes. When at last he comes to his dear friend, the one he is determined to be more honest with, he takes out a bit of his fancier stationary, dips his quill, and then for three minutes straight sits with the tip hovering over his paper. He tries desperately to put together something plausible. Something that even if someone else reads it will not contradict what he will have to tell the public, but will at the same time reveal more of the truth of the matter to his friend than what will be publicly known. When at last he puts pen to paper, he lets out a long breath, and writes slowly in his best hand.

Dear Laiza,

I am writing to you to inform you of something important that is going to be happening in my life. You have been a dear friend to me for many long years, and I am sure you will understand why I have not told you of these plans sooner. I am leaving. I, with a man I have hired for the occasion, will be heading out in just a few days for a place across the ocean. It will be dangerous, and I may never see you again, however I hope you will not think me a fool for doing this.

I have long shared with you my desires for something more, to live a life I could be proud of, and recent events have presented the opportunity to do so. My new manservant, Illiendi, has faith in me, and with his skills and training, I am sure I will succeed in my quest. You know I do not fear challenge, and this will be one of if not the greatest challenge I will ever face.

I will write you often, knowing you will look forward to my letters, and when I can I will send you more tokens of my affection. I recall now how much you adore that trinket I pulled from the harbor depths, the way your eyes shined. I will work hard to live through this ordeal in hopes of seeing that look again. You know how I feel about you, and I will hold that emotion in my heart for as long as I live, and perhaps even after.

I wish you all of the luck I can offer in your current venture, and am saddened that I may very well not be around to see you succeed. Do not let your brother's teasing get you down, and know that if I were there I would take a blade to him to defend you any time.

I do hope you will co-

The sudden knock on the door startles the young man, however he manages to lift his quill and not blotch the parchment when his body jerks. Turning to glance over his left shoulder he spots Illiendi coming in and offers a light smile before turning back to his letter.

-ome to see me off, or perhaps even visit before then. We could talk a bit on important matters, and I know your curiosity will not be sated until I let you in on some finer details. I may be out and about for the next few days, so please be sure to send a runner first to make sure I am home. If I do not see you before I leave however, please allow me to bid you farewell, and to leave you with this parting gift.

All my affection,

Amano

Putting down his quill Amano sets aside the finished letters to the other girls and motions to them, looking over at Illiendi. “Um, could you look these over? Make sure I did not mess up my spelling, or forget to add something. . .” Looking back to Laiza's letter he smiles and pulls open one of his drawers. Grabbing out his scissors and a small length of thread. Loosing his hair he takes a small pinch of it in his fingers and ties the thread less than an inch from the tips. Making sure it is tied good and tight he snips off the lock a short ways above the thread and sets it on the desk. He smiles at it, hopping up and rushing over to his bedside table.

As he rummages around inside he looks over at the demon with a slight grin. “It is an old tradition and will project, at least a little bit, that image that you were looking for. You know, me leaving behind a wife or lover of some sort?” Finding what he was looking for he rushes back to the desk. A long thin length of red ribbon trails from his fingers down on to the desk and for a second he stares at it. 'Normally a simple bow would suffice, but. . . .' Looking over at Illiendi he gives the demon a curious look. “The ribbon is suppose to be tied in a bow around the lock, where the string is. I could do a simple one, but. . . .Would you be able to do something fancier? I think Laiza would like that. . .” As he holds out the ribbon to the demon his other hand slips out to pick up his letter to his friend, pretending to look it over. He knows it's a bit childish, and rather foolish, but for some reason he doesn't want the taller male reading it. The letters to the other girls were all business, but he would have written Laiza a letter no matter what.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Rue nods his head rapidly, smiling like an idiot. “I bet it has to do something with going fast, I could feel it pushing me and. . .” His mother goes back to cooking, nodding and smiling in a way he recognizes and with a sigh he drifts past her and towards his room. 'She cares, I know she does, but I think there are guests coming tonight. She never starts cooking this early unless there are guests. I bet it's one or more of those guys Papa works with. They are always coming home with him to work on stuff, it's like he never takes a break' He hovers across the bridge to his room, deciding not to inconvenience his mother for too long and just spend a few minutes in there.

There is no door on his room, there being no real need for one, and with a restless sigh he flops down on his hammock bed. The small body sized mattress suspended from the walls by netting sways back and forth as his wings beat gently, the rocking motion bringing up very nostalgic feelings. “I wonder what I should do while they're gone. I mean, I know Inui will be lonely, but with me flaring like this, it can't feel good. He can't defend himself like Mister Seishu can.” The little fairy feels suddenly depressed at the prospect, realizing he must have been bothering the two of them quite a lot recently if he really has been flaring so much. “They are so nice, not yelling at me about it. I use to get yelled at all the time for doing stupid stuff, and not noticing my body changing is a pretty big thing to miss. I've been totally insensitive.” He huffs and pouts for a good long while, talking to himself until he feels better.

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Seishu purrs lightly, holding on to his counterpart tightly as he lets himself relax. With all the positive energy not out of his system the Nightmare Guardian feels charged. Just for the sake of teasing Enasi he lets his free hand wander playfully over the other guardian’s chest and midsection, his hair snaking around the two of them until it looks like they are laying under a silky white sheet. He has no intention of doing anything beyond playing with him however, taking comfort in the fact that Enasi is here, now, by his side, and of his own free choice. “Well, if that's all for the exchange, I propose we just get some relaxation until it's time to go. You'll need to begin building a barrier around your energy now. Take in as much as you can and keep it.” He strokes his fingers through Enasi short red locks.

“I know you're use to sharing it all the time, but you're going to have to resist the urge. Take everything I gave you and lock it up tight. You won't find any positive energy on the other side, except the stuff I may produce being around you.” He chuckles lightly, squeezing Enasi around the middle and nipping the back of his neck. “Man, is that going to freak a few of them out. . . .Though, Kaila will be able to explain it. After all, he's made it before, positive energy I mean, but that was when he was with me. I think that if he was with any other nightmare denizen and was just as happy, he still wouldn't produce positive energy. . . .Yeah, I think it's us guardians that are able to produce both energies in the pure beings. . . .” He shakes his head lightly, making his hair trembling against Enasi's skin pleasantly. “Anyways, you work on bottling up. I'll just enjoy my treat.” There is a definite naughty tone in his voice, but he sticks to his guns and doesn't mistreat his counterpart too badly.

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Standing atop a small rise Kaila barks out orders, the camp around him looking like a moving mass of well ordered chaos. Each nightmare and minion responds immediately, missing each other my mere inches at times at they rush around to prepare. They don't know what for, Kaila having decided to make it a surprise, but none the less they comply with his wishes without question. They have seen him and his team together, talking, some even smiling now and again. In these dark times, any smile is welcome, and with Kaila's upbeat attitude when he thinks no one is looking has them all abuzz. Tyar drifts around, delivering orders to those too far away to hear them, and Tiski keeps the little one's calm and out of the way.

Filo and Feena are flying around the camp, their own little patrol of flying troops keeping constant vigilance on the boarders. The occasional nightmare coming into the camp, being recalled from the spy network slips through the constant circling if the troops, finding jobs or rest, depending on how tired they are. Kaila looks out across the camp and smiles warmly, the influx of spies returning making their numbers swell, and making him feel more like they will be able to win this war. 'Though in the end, it will not be we who win this battle. It will be Master Seishu who must take Gin down. He has to take back what was stolen, or else the realm will simply fall into confusion' He sighs softly, locking eyes with Lan and Ran. He gives them a nod, and like mist they vanish off into the forest, taking a portal to earth to await the arrival of their guardian and his love. 'Yes, Master Seishu loves his counterpart, and I can not find it in me to do anything but wish him the best of luck. . .'

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Starla leans over her brother, the stems and leaves in her hair shaking slightly as she smiles. He lay spread eagle in the middle of the garden, out cold after all the stress of the day catches up with him. They refrained from joining the others during the worst of it, or at least what they saw as such. They just didn't feel right there. 'I think I'm starting to get what Night is talking about when it comes to us not being right for the job' the girl muses, shaking her head so that a few petals fall from his messy locks. They float gently down, landing silently on her brother's sleeping face. He twitches slightly, his eyes opening ever so slowly until he's looking up at his sibling with a bemused look on his face.

“Almost time?” he murmurs, taking a deep breath, the garden almost seeming to do the same thing along with him. Starla nods, bouncing on the balls of her feet with her hands clasped behind her back. While he brother had slept sh had been tending the flowers and bushes, unsure of how long they would be gone. They decided to spend as much time on earth as they could, ready to receive the guardians upon their return. 'After all, they haven't said how long they are going for, and with them, the answer is never a definite no matter how confident they are about it. They could return an hour after going due to complications, or a few days late for same' inn reasons with himself, standing up and wandering over to the garden pool for a quick drink before tending the trees. “Well then, we should head over to Night's room as soon as we're done here.” he says softly.

Starla watches him for a bit before whispering, “Do. . .Do you think we made the right decision? I mean. . . Leaving them alone to deal. . . I mean, what f we could have helped?”

Fin pauses for only a moment before relying. Shaking his head he says, “No. As we are, I'm positive we would have been of not help. After all, did you feel like going and helping?” He turns around to face his sister. “I mean, yeah, of course, we wanted to help because Lord Enasi was upset, but. . . .”

The flower child nods her head. “I know what you mean. . . .We didn't feel like helping. Just defending, protecting. . .That's not what was needed. . .” She smiles and shrugs. “But, we're soldiers, right? That's what we do!” Finn chuckles, nodding, before turning back to his work on the trees.

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

As he sets the last couple cones Viltez stiffens as he feels his tail jerk, he whips around just in time to see the two halves of the pine cone his guest threw rolling away in the leaf litter. 'What the. . . .But I wasn't even ready, and still it. . .' He smiles happily at Aryx before turning almost all the way back around. He can just see the other male out of the corner of his eye as he begins trying to hit the pine cones on the log. At first it just snakes over to them, tipping a few over like a curious puppy sniffing around. “No, you silly thing, you’re suppose t-” Suddenly then furry appendage whips around and knocks another thrown cone away. This time instead of cutting it the side of the blade strikes it in such a way that it goes flying back at Aryx. Viltez glances over, muttering an apology, but seeing as the cone was not hit all that accurately so it never actually was in danger of hitting the man, he goes on with the training swiftly.

'Now don't do that. I don't want him getting hurt in this. I've already been enough of a fool in this, I don't need to add being a horrible host to the list of offenses. . .' With a huff he watches his tail go back to it's old habit of just pushing them and in a moment of frustration he stomps his foot. His eyes go wide as it responds to his frustration by snapping out and knocking a handful of them aside. He smiles, watching it respond by wagging in front of him. “I need to feel, not think. . .” he muses aloud. Another cone is whipped his way and this time he catches sight of it out of the corner of his eye. Slightly startled because of how deep in thought he was he actually jumps. However, just like each time before, his tail takes care of it, splitting it in two. He chuckles, and goes back to attacking the still cones.

It isn't until one flies nearly out of reach that something different happens. Viltez just catches sight of it and wonders if it's too far for him, and like lightning his tail snaps out and. . .Grabs it. His eyes go wide as he stares at the object caught in the coils of his tail. “Umm. . . .Here.” On impulse he hols out his hand and waits. The tail hesitates for a second, but eventually it moves in close, dropping it's prize in his open palm. “Good tail. . .” he murmurs. Looking over to Aryx his face is lit up with enthusiasm. “I guess it can also grab things for me when I'm not in danger as well!” He throws the cone back and motions for Aryx to throw more, the stationary targets behind him now seemingly forgotten.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Aoba's vehement rejection of the idea of having been frightened is almost enough to make the tall demon pick him up and squeeze him until all the cute leaks out. However, Kuro knows batter than that. 'He just got held against his will by something not one hundredth my power and is freaking out. If I suddenly seized him, he'd fall to pieces' Pushing aside his urges to defile the adorable little angel Kuro lets out a sigh and nods. Raising a hand above his head, small purple lights appear over his palm, a faint hum emanating from them. Concentrating on where he wants them to go he flexes his hand gently and they rise up, each growing to the size of a melon before racing off to take their places. Once they are set and settled Kuro turns his attention to the impatient furalin.

Dalia headbutts him a few times while he chuckles, but he manages to get the harness on in to time. Once it is on the curious beast sets about exploring the plow while Kuro hitches her up. She has no need for a halter, the guidance he provides with his energy far more accurate. Glancing over his shoulder he spots Aoba showing his first real sign of understanding what it takes to control a hell beast, the forced eye contact rather commanding for the angel. Chuckling softly he look over at Dani, his smile widening at the sight of Dani's confusion. Singing quietly Kuro takes his place and lifts the plow so it isn't touching the ground while they head over to where they are to start. Dalia shakes her head, her antenna wrapping around her head with each twist until at last she settles.

With a click of his tongue she begins moving exactly how he wants her to, and in no time the demon feels ready to begin. He casts one last glance at Aoba, a fond smile on his lips. As soon as he is sure the angel doesn't need any help he sets to work. With each turn he comes closer and closer to the other male, however he keeps his mind on the work, Dalia's little queries this way and that not throwing them off course. 'She knows better, and has the urge to please. Dani bred that out of his beast, making them too independent, and slightly unruly. Though, I guess that suits him. Him charging into battle is more like throwing an active chainsaw into a pack of pit bulls than an actual battle charge'

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With a groan Fenrir once more lock himself in his office, flopping down like a limp rag. 'You would think they were all back in training, all the mistakes they made, all the hesitation. This new influx of wounded is making them second guess themselves at every turn!' Letting out another groan he covers his eyes and spends several minutes in a very undignified position, just letting the stress seep out of him. The very nature of heaven makes this a rather simple, the place designed to make it's inhabitants comfortable. However after not too long his lack of stress almost reversed as his mind wanders to the mirror hidden in his top drawer.

'I really should stop. . .' he muses, peeking out from under his arm at said drawer. His body seems frozen for almost a full minute before his arm flops down, hand landing on the handle. 'Might as well. I know I can't stop now. . .' With a sigh he pulls the handle and takes out the mirror. Unfolding the cloth with almost shaking finger, unsure of what he is going to see this time. The fog clears quickly and it takes several long seconds for him to understand what he is seeing. When it finally hits him however it is all he can do not to faint.

The Rebel Vampire

*Giggles* Hi Trekkie! I'm only half a Trekkie. And I wish you good luck!

The Rebel Vampire

*Hands over Klingon ceremonial knife* Just a little blood, maybe. . . . .

The Rebel Vampire

No problem, take you time. RL comes first, and it sounds like RL is being a dick to you right now. Take your time and feel comfortable with your post before posting. *Nods* I will be waiting, as always.

We'll take the low road.

The youth doing his best not to cower in his chair bites his lip as the exchange between the demon and his father begins. However almost as if taking strength from the very sight of Illiendi keeping his cool and forging ahead expertly he manages to sit up strait once more, sipping at his tea and keeping his gaze at some point out the window. 'As long as I can keep to what I have been taught, and show no fear in Illiendi being swayed, I at least can pretend in my own mind to have some guts' He keeps his breathing steady, listening to the exchange with a dispassionate look on his face, despite several parts causing an internal reaction. 'I was right. He does have a way of talking that is false, but for some reason I don't think father can hear it. He indeed is a very talented man, almost made to recognize honeyed words, but he does not seem to hear them now. . . Though, they feel so obvious to me'

His eyes flicker over to the demon for an instant before looking away, fighting a smile. 'It also feels like Illiendi wants nothing more than to “teach the man some respect”. Not that I would not mind watching such a display, but I do not really want that, especially now that he seems to be calming down. . .I do not know what mother would do should he die right now' Once more he feels the sting as Illiendi calls him a fool, though it fades quickly, knowing it must be true since so many have called him that now, and even the one here for his benefit echoes the title.

Amano does his best to tune out the rest of the exchange. Despite Illiendi making arguments that he himself would have no problem bringing up himself, hearing them from others hurts for some reason. 'It is one thing to know yourself and admit the truth. It is a whole different animal to hear the truth aloud, and from the lips of ones you hold in high esteem' he muses, looking at a bird settling on the roof across the street. 'A baby bird must be kicked from the nest, knowing it can not yet fly, however, eventually, if the parent was to never do so, the baby would remain flightless for life. . .' He shakes his head at his foolish sentimentality. 'I really am a fool' Despite his depressing thoughts, Amano remains as the demon has taught him, and as the conversation draws to a close his gaze once more returns to his father.

Kenneth settles in, tapping his glass once more and eyes hiss son curiously. “He's quite a head on him boy. I don't know what you've promised him, but. . . .” His eyes narrow slightly, and the youth can see the question forming in his eyes before he even asks it. However, he lets his father ask it anyways before providing him an answer. “You were never worried for losing him, were you boy? That look in your eye. . .”

Amano gives the middle aged man a very slight smile, knowing his next words would gauge the man's mood more than anything else he could conceive of. Kenneth raises an eyebrow. “Well father, you have always told me: Never enter a battle you do not intend to win. I had no fear you would take him from me, because I would never be so foolish as to dangle something you really want in front of you unless I knew I could keep it.” The man's expression remains unchanged and Amano adds slyly, “What better way to prove my worth that to out fox the fox?”

The man remains silent for several second, Amano's smile staying in place even as his heart rate sky rockets. When at last the silence is broken the youth can not help but jump, despite the response being positive. Downing his glass Kenneth slams it back down and barks out a laugh. “You really have grown a pair, you little pain in my backside. Out foxing the fox indeed.” He points over at Illiendi and nod,s his expression becoming almost frighteningly serious for an instant. “If he was not as good as he is however, I would have the skin off you back for speaking to me that way. I hope you know that lad.” Amano nods, not trusting himself to speak, least h slip up and his father decide to try and take the skin anyway.

Waving a hand the portly man stands and begins pacing in front of the windows. Amano stays silent, knowing his father's habits, and that the discussion is almost at an end. When at last he stops, looking once more to his youngest, the youth tilts his head ever so slightly to indicate he is listening. “You go finish what you need to do, send me the paperwork on it so I can look it over. I'll not be aiding you in this, but I will be interested in your progress. You have my interest runt, now don't go slipping up and ruining this potentially profitable venture now.” Amano knows he's being dismissed so he stands carefully, and with a bow heads to the door. Waiting for Illiendi to open it for him, knowing every little show will count while in his father's presence, and while still in perfect stance steps out into the hallway once the door is open.

It is not until the door is closed and the two of them are a bit of a ways down the hall that Amano relaxes ever so slightly. He can not relax entirely, knowing that the shouting will have called his brothers to the scene. Ignoring the eyes gazing around the corner at the end of the hall he instead looks to Illiendi with a slightly detached gaze. “I will be in my room working on preparations for the next hour. You are free to do as you will in that time, but if you are not back before the hour is up, you will come find me in the market, southern quarter.” His voice, while outwardly authoritative, has an obvious note of something else in it. A kind of tension, the need to express himself but unable to that makes it almost sound like a note of suffering.

The two younger of the three elder brothers all but flee as the pair of them approach, however Raoul waits and greets his youngest brother with a curious smile. Amano returns the smile and motions back toward their father's study. “I assume he will be calling you soon. After all, he shares such important happenings with you openly. I am sure he would welcome your presence now.”

Raoul nods to his little brother, wondering for an instant what Amano himself will not speak on the matter. However with a chuckle he reaches out and ruffles the youth's hair, warning a small laugh from the smaller male, and a disgruntled sound as he pushes the hand away. “I am sure you are right little brother, and I planned on seeing him anyway. I look forward to learning of this big secret you seem to have been hiding from us.” Amano smiles wider, nodding to his brother before heading off towards his room.

I had this idea today...

This sounds like your talking about Storygaming, a concept that I engage in on a site dedicated to such things, and where a handful of aspiring writers work together to better their writing. You idea is nearly identical, save in a Storygame, the readers make their own suggestions rather than you giving the options, and those are what's voted on. Your version is a bit more restrictive, still relying almost entirely on your own imagination rather than giving the readers an actual hand in the creative part of the process, but as I have noticed in RPers the distinct lack of such motivations, I see your way working better here. Don't get me wrong, there are a select few RPers who are, and please don't hate me for this, on par as far as creativity and actual writing talents go, but over all I have found such exceedingly difficult. Not many people feel at home on the other site I spoke of, mostly occupied by writers, and those who seriously aspire to be.

All in all, I wish you best of luck in your endeavor, and if you find you enjoy doing this, please feel free to shoot me a PM about the other site I spoke of :P

A Bloody Murder

The assassin's eyes follow the prince as he gets more comfortable, his natural hair fluffing up after only a bit of fuss. He raises an eyebrow at the assessment of his emotions, though he can find no fault in it. 'I have them, but I rarely feel them. When I do feel them, I have no idea what do do with them' In a soft voice he says, “I can not attest to the ease or difficulty of my life, but I think in this case appreciation is in order. Your feelings about my life. . .I suppose would bring many comfort.” He tilts his head slightly, watching a spot over the prince's shoulder. “I think you are right about my emotions. . .I have them, I know I do, I simply have no idea how to feel them properly, and I have, as far as I can tell, only acted on them a handful of times.” His head tilts the other way and he nods. “Such as when I took interest in you and spared you, to feed my curiosity.”

What the prince has to say about Rei's second father makes sense to the fae up to a point. 'Even if I can not feel what was meant, the prince is human and I can trust that he would know what another human meant in such a situation. Indeed, many of the tomes I have read also support this ideal' Slipping his fingers along the brim of his hat he makes sure it is well in place before rising from his seat and backing towards a wall. 'A servant does not sit with it's master like an equal' he muses, not understanding it, but having observed it enough to act accordingly. 'It is also good to have a wall at your back, as long as one is not trapping themselves. Though I doubt a danger would knock on the door, one can never be too cautious'

His mind settled he rests his back against the cool surface and takes up a casual position, his arms crossing his midsection, hands grasping his elbows. His eyes latch on to the brusk servant, watching it for a few seconds before sliding over to the other body in the doorway. Rei watches her closely, with the same scrutiny that he would any standing so close to his ward. With Alessandro having said that even his own half brothers are ready to take his place, there is no small touch of trust the fae can afford any member of the boy's family. 'I may not feel it, but I can recognize it's absence. I did not see even a touch of natural family fondness in his parent's eyes, and even if this girl seems to look upon him with kindness, she obviosuly has her own distastes for him' That last assessment of her comes from the ocassional flick of her eyes towards the prince's hair, then away as if seeing something she fears or even hates.

As she comes in, here eyes find Rei standing near the window and she starts at first, the youth blending into the shadows quite well. Hand on her chest she laughs lightly, looking over at her brother with a smile, “Well, I don't suppose anyone will see him coming, being so good at hiding like that.” Her eyes then slide over to the servant, obviously waiting for it to leave before she says anything else. The heavyset servant soon finishes, the princess wandering over to the table where Rei's meal still sits half finished. Rei watches as she continues glancing at him until at last the servant is gone and she whirls around with a smile. “Dear brother, must you sit around in such dull dim surroundings? How about some more light?” She giggles softly, obviously waiting for her brother to comply while once again so looks towards Rei, who hasn't stopped staring, almost without blinking. She bites her bottom lip a little nervously, moving close to he sibling to whisper, “Does he have to stare like that? It's unnerving.”

At these words Rei blinks one of his slow blinks, knowing that she most likely thinks he can not hear her from across the room. He also is sure that the right thing to do when overhearing such is to look away, at least briefly. However Rei does not feel the need to do so. 'I have rarely seen a princess this close, not much business in killing woman in this society, and most of the time they are attempting to scream when I see them. I may not be observing proper etiquette by watching the way I do, and will switch to glancing if my ward calls for it, but for now I will watch as I am able'