Mattat
07-22-2008, 08:44 PM
um yeah just needed to write something that's all
Lavi stood at the street corner, feeling absolutely nothing like himself and loving it. The night before he and Allen had finalized the plans for his escape, which called for him to enlist the help of the only other person in the city he felt he could trust. The old librarian whom he had somehow sort of befriended thought it was high time he left his current life behind, and though he complained about helping, did so diligently.
So Lavi had been given a change of clothes that didn’t resemble anything he owned in the slightest (he felt a little stifled and over-clothed, but he rather liked that), had dyed his hair and styled it in a way that perfectly covered his right eye (he felt oddly naked without his eyepatch on), and was given colored contacts so that when he next looked into the mirror, he stood shocked. If he had not known it was himself, he would’ve wondered who the person being reflected back at him was.
Lavi heaved a sigh and leaned back on the outer wall of a corner store, tapping his foot. How long was he supposed to wait for his ride to the airport, anyway? Allen had said before they parted that he would call before Tyki left the house for him. He hadn’t received that call yet and was starting to get worried that maybe something was wrong with Allen. But Lavi still had the name tag in his pocket, so surely...
His phone rang in his hand, and he immediately pushed the talk button. Allen’s bright voice greeted him when he answered. His friend seemed excited at the prospect of finally being able to save someone from that place, but Lavi knew that Allen was taking this more seriously than anyone else.
"Lavi! That was quick. Are you already waiting for Tyki at the street corner?" Allen asked, with what seemed to be amazement at Lavi’s speed in his voice. Lavi looked around at his surroundings, as if humoring Allen, though the boy couldn’t see him. He was indeed at a street corner, in the more upscale, wholesome part of the city. It felt oddly clean there and Lavi felt just a little out-of-place. Apparently, Tyki’s place of residence resided close to this area. His not going directly to the man’s house was for Tyki’s own safety.
"Yeah, been waiting for a while now Allen. What’s taking you guys so long?"
"Sorry! Tyki decided to rent a car from a place out of town, and it took him longer to get back than expected, damn rush hour. I just finished fixing him up so that he’s nearly unrecognizable, and he certainly doesn’t look like a professional anything now..." Allen trailed off here and gave a childish giggle. "He looks more like a hobo than anything, and even got a crappy old rental to fit the image..." Well, it would seem that Allen had enjoyed messing with his neat and professional lover’s appearance quite a bit. Lavi blanched as he heard Tyki comment in the background about only doing all of this because Allen had talked him into it, which resulted in a moment of mushy remarks that Lavi would’ve rather not have heard. Still, he had the grace to be happy for his friend.
"Well, Tyki’s leaving now so he’ll be by to pick you up in a moment," Allen said, and the rustling In the background tipped Lavi off to the fact that Allen was probably leaving now too.
"Ok. So We’ll be meeting you at the airport, right?"
"Right, see you there."
"Yeah." And with that, their conversation ended. He shut his phone and worry started to gnaw away at his stomach. What if something went wrong? Or what if he made it away safely, but then Allen was recaptured and beaten until he told the Earl Lavi’s location? What if this was the last time he saw his only friend? This city was hell for both of them, but Lavi would gladly stay there, if it meant he could stay with his best friend.
For some reason, the only fear that really stuck with him was the fear of never seeing Allen again.
Lavi stood at the street corner, feeling absolutely nothing like himself and loving it. The night before he and Allen had finalized the plans for his escape, which called for him to enlist the help of the only other person in the city he felt he could trust. The old librarian whom he had somehow sort of befriended thought it was high time he left his current life behind, and though he complained about helping, did so diligently.
So Lavi had been given a change of clothes that didn’t resemble anything he owned in the slightest (he felt a little stifled and over-clothed, but he rather liked that), had dyed his hair and styled it in a way that perfectly covered his right eye (he felt oddly naked without his eyepatch on), and was given colored contacts so that when he next looked into the mirror, he stood shocked. If he had not known it was himself, he would’ve wondered who the person being reflected back at him was.
Lavi heaved a sigh and leaned back on the outer wall of a corner store, tapping his foot. How long was he supposed to wait for his ride to the airport, anyway? Allen had said before they parted that he would call before Tyki left the house for him. He hadn’t received that call yet and was starting to get worried that maybe something was wrong with Allen. But Lavi still had the name tag in his pocket, so surely...
His phone rang in his hand, and he immediately pushed the talk button. Allen’s bright voice greeted him when he answered. His friend seemed excited at the prospect of finally being able to save someone from that place, but Lavi knew that Allen was taking this more seriously than anyone else.
"Lavi! That was quick. Are you already waiting for Tyki at the street corner?" Allen asked, with what seemed to be amazement at Lavi’s speed in his voice. Lavi looked around at his surroundings, as if humoring Allen, though the boy couldn’t see him. He was indeed at a street corner, in the more upscale, wholesome part of the city. It felt oddly clean there and Lavi felt just a little out-of-place. Apparently, Tyki’s place of residence resided close to this area. His not going directly to the man’s house was for Tyki’s own safety.
"Yeah, been waiting for a while now Allen. What’s taking you guys so long?"
"Sorry! Tyki decided to rent a car from a place out of town, and it took him longer to get back than expected, damn rush hour. I just finished fixing him up so that he’s nearly unrecognizable, and he certainly doesn’t look like a professional anything now..." Allen trailed off here and gave a childish giggle. "He looks more like a hobo than anything, and even got a crappy old rental to fit the image..." Well, it would seem that Allen had enjoyed messing with his neat and professional lover’s appearance quite a bit. Lavi blanched as he heard Tyki comment in the background about only doing all of this because Allen had talked him into it, which resulted in a moment of mushy remarks that Lavi would’ve rather not have heard. Still, he had the grace to be happy for his friend.
"Well, Tyki’s leaving now so he’ll be by to pick you up in a moment," Allen said, and the rustling In the background tipped Lavi off to the fact that Allen was probably leaving now too.
"Ok. So We’ll be meeting you at the airport, right?"
"Right, see you there."
"Yeah." And with that, their conversation ended. He shut his phone and worry started to gnaw away at his stomach. What if something went wrong? Or what if he made it away safely, but then Allen was recaptured and beaten until he told the Earl Lavi’s location? What if this was the last time he saw his only friend? This city was hell for both of them, but Lavi would gladly stay there, if it meant he could stay with his best friend.
For some reason, the only fear that really stuck with him was the fear of never seeing Allen again.