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[Open] Boredom

Who: Reid and anyone!
What: Reid is bored, that means fixing it his own way
Where: Orlea
When: 3/16
Warnings: None

[Previous days, he'd managed to keep himself occupied in some way or another. Picking out a place to live, throwing a party, wandering around and exploring, but now? Now he's bored. Which is why he's tucked away in the corner of a bar in Orlea-not for the drinking, because he just has a Coke, and not to play pool, even though he could if he wanted to. No, he's here to screw with people. That is what he's resorting to right now in his boredom, because he sure as hell can't figure out anything else to do.

Needless to say, Caleb would be giving him a disapproving look right about now, but Caleb's not here, so there's no one to stop Reid from Using as much as his heart desires. He's keeping it small, at least, as he sits at a table in the corner, just the briefest of red and orange eye flares whenever he Uses, just brief enough to maybe be mistaken for a trick of the light should anyone even be looking at him. Otherwise, the results of his Using are also fairly small. Just like annoyances than anything else-someone 'accidentally' spilling their drink down their front, someone's chair not quite being where it's supposed to be when they go to sit down, stupid shit like that. It's enough to entertain him though-for now, at least.]

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Wolves. Somehow I think I shouldn't be surprised by that. [His tone is teasing, and honestly, considering the whole dragons thing, he should have figured that other things would have interesting names.]

Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, for a car. [He utterly fails at trying to explain this. Maybe he just...won't try.] It took all four of us to do it safely, anyway. And for a guy who looked like he was having a pretty good time for most of the ride, Caleb still managed to get all bent out of shape about it.

_{[Balfour smiles and leans back against Reid, his hand resting on his knee, not caring that they're sitting in the middle of the sidewalk or that several people have given them ~looks~, both dirty and otherwise.]}

Well then, that's rather impressive.

_{[He laughs softly.]}

Was it fun?

[Yeah, Reid doesn't give a shit either. He's comfortable and content right now.]

'Course it was fun. Flying anything off of a cliff is never going to end with 'and it was a boring time'. [He grins.]

_{[Balfour laughs and nods. Technically, he flew a dragon off a cliff every couple days, back home. Considering the Airman was set on the cliffside anyway.]}

You have a point. I can't believe your friend still got mad at you!

He just... [He looks away for a moment, shaking his head.] It's like what you were saying earlier. He worries about us. Sometimes he really needs to just lighten up, but. He has his reasons to worry.

[He shrugs and smiles a little.] He'd be pissed though if he knew I took you jumping off of buildings. [But Caleb's not here.]

_{[Caleb clearly cared if he was worried so much about his friends. Balfour just smiled softly, then let it take on a teasing note as he leaned up, pressing a kiss to his jaw.]}

Well then let's not tell him. Ever.

[Reid laughs, grinning.] I wasn't planning to.

I've dealt with enough Caleb lectures as it is. I don't need any more.

Well it sounds like a plan, then.

_{[He laughs and shifts, turning to look at Reid.]}

Just our secret, then? And we can go flying another time.

_{[Because he doesn't know Reid's limits, but he's not going to ask him to push them.]}

Yeah. Our secret then.

[He likes that idea. Kind of makes it special, something for just the two of them, even if it hadn't been the best idea he'd ever had, it seemed, taking Balfour jumping off of a building.]

Speaking of secrets, did I mention that the whole warlock thing's kind of a secret? [Yeah, yeah, they're in a different place and it probably doesn't matter as much here, but he doesn't want it blabbed to anyone and everyone.]

It'd probably be a lot cooler flying on a dragon though than anything I could manage.

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You didn't, but I won't tell anyone.

_{[He smiles easily at Reid, stretching just a bit. Why would he tell his friend's secret? At least he was good with secrets.]}

Ah, it really wasn't much. The girls did most of the work. As long as you trusted them, they got you where you needed to go.

Good.

[Nothing to worry about then, not that he was worried before, but he's really trying to take this whole secret covenant thing seriously still here.]

It really wasn't much. Right, because flying on a dragon totally isn't one of the coolest things I could imagine doing. Right.

Well, it really isn't. All I have to do when flying Anastasia is make sure she doesn't fly into a cliff or a building--which isn't that hard since the girls can see and process information like we do--or pull the trigger mechanism for the fire, and just not fall off.

_{[He laughs.]}

I'm sure any moron could do it, given that the girls would let them ride.

Uh-huh. [He rolls his eyes, playfully.]

Maybe you just got too used to it. I think it would be really cool.

[With all of the things Reid's jumped off of in his life, do you not think he has some desire to fly? He was probably the kid who'd always jump off the couch or something and pretend he could fly. Whenever he wasn't forcing the other boys into silly games.]

I'm not saying that it isn't cool. It's awesome, and I'd trade almost anything to be able to ride my Anastasia again. I'm just saying that it's not as complicated or impressive as all that. The coolest thing about it is that you're flying a dragon.

I'd be impressed. And I'm not easily impressed.

[He'd be awestruck, okay, it'd be mind blowing, that's what he's trying to say here.]

What's she look like?

[Because he's curious, he wants to be able to picture it in his head.]

_{[Balfour laughs and leans back against Reid, grabbing his hands to pull his arms around him just because he wants to be held, okay?]}

She's beautiful, huge, bluish silver scales. Her wings were large and sharp, but elegant. She purred a lot, too, especially when I came down and read to her.

_{[Or sang to her. He wasn't admitting that he could sing, though. He didn't really want to sing.]}

[Reid gladly wraps his arms around Balfour, pulling him close.

He tries to imagine what Balfour's dragon looks like in his head, but honestly he's kind of imagining a big cat with wings thanks to that mention of purring. He knows it doesn't look like a cat though-probably-and he's trying to put together a more accurate image.]

Sounds nice. So what do I have to do to get you to read to me? I don't have to be a dragon, do I? [Reid will never stop teasing, no. It's one of his signs of affection though-at least in this case it is.

He would totally not make Balfour sing for him if he knew. Except, scratch that, he'd totally pester him about it.]

You could just ask. I only read to her because she adored poetry--my brother's fault, I'm afraid--but she couldn't read, herself, you know, being a dragon and all.

_{[He laughs and tilts his head back, resting it on Reid's shoulder. Ah, this is the life. They're in the middle of a sidewalk, but no one cares--other than the fact that they're blocking the path and they have to be stepped over--that they're there, cuddling, hugging, just relaxing. And those arms around Balfour? They make him feel rather safe.

This is the life.]}

Asking's probably a lot easier than being a dragon, right? [He laughs, resting his head on Balfour's.] I've never really been interested in poetry, but I bet I'd like anything if you were reading it.

[Nope, there is never not a time when it's not okay for Reid to toss in some flirting. At least, not when it's Balfour. Always flirting.]

_{[Balfour laughs softly as Reid flirts with him and rests his head against his. He is so completely relaxed, so it seems natural for him to close his eyes.

He begins to recite one of Anastasia's favorite poems, read so many times that at least the first two verses are committed to memory.]}

O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang!
Your dreadful call distresses me,
Your groan doth beckon, beckon me
It beckons, brings me closer to my grave.
This world I'd just begun to see
When death began to gnash her teeth,
Like lightening her scythe aglint,
She cuts my days like summer hay.

No creature thinks to run away,
From under her rapacious claws:
Prisoners, kings alike are worm meat,
Cruel elements the tomb devour,
Time gapes to swallow glory whole.
As rushing waters pour into the sea,
So days and ages pour into eternity
And death carnivorous all eats.

_{_{(OOC: Poem is On the Death of Prince Meshchersky)}}

[Reid listens quietly, not interrupting, not saying a word, just listening. And here he'd been thinking poetry was boring. Then again, he didn't have to actually read anything right now, and that always helps too. Plus, he really enjoys the sound of Balfour's voice.]

That's cool. You know, whenever we have to read poetry in class, it's always so boring, but that? That was not boring.

[Sitting here while someone recites poetry to him. It's almost kind of romantic.]

_{[There is very little about the scene that isn't romantic, to tell the truth. Balfour laughs softly.]}

Anastasia always loved that one. She had me read it so many times that I've managed to commit it to memory. It really does sound a little like they're speaking of the dragons, but truly the poet was speaking of death.

What makes it different? In class, reading poetry, you still have to listen to people read it.

[He laughs.]

Have you ever heard high schoolers reading poetry, or anything, in class? None of us want to be there, none of us want to be reading that stuff. Everyone just drones on and on. [And manage to sound like they're all being tortured. It's different when someone's actually enjoying reciting poetry. And Reid's not being forced to try and memorize it or analyze it or whatever.]

Not like you.

I suppose you have a point.

_{[He laughs softly, but it's uncomfortable. He knew, through friends, how school in the city was conducted, but he, himself, and his siblings had been tutored at home. He seemed hesitant to admit that, though.]}

It certainly is much worse if you don't enjoy it. I always did enjoy poetry, myself. My first book came from my brother. He was the one who taught me how to properly read and recite poetry. I was six.

Six? Wow. I don't even remember what I was learning when I was six, but I certainly wasn't interested in poetry. [He smiles, though.]

I'm guessing things are different where you're from, about education?

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