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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 21:09:45 GMT -5
Gavin slammed the door shut to his apartment and flopped down on the couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He tried very hard not to feel furious, but couldn't quite manage it and so instead held one of the couch cushions and pounded it viciously until he could think rationally again.
There really was no reason to be upset. Objectively speaking, he had no cause to get angry. After all, he and Samantha had just been dating, and not particularly seriously at that, and David deserved a happy relationship just as much as he did. Besides, it wasn't as if Gavin hadn't known Samantha liked David.
"Well that just proves she liked him more," Gavin muttered, getting up and pacing around the living room. "I mean, always knew that one."
And there were probably reasons why she liked David better that were perfectly rational, understandable, and forgivable. For example, Gavin was a knight errant.
David was... a lying bastard who'd betrayed their friendship not just by lying to Gavin about how he'd felt about Samantha, but by letting Gavin ramble on about how he, Gavin, liked Samantha and understanding said desperate rambles and then still freaking going out and sleeping with the girl Gavin flat-out told David he fancied.
It wasn't fair.
Life had never been fair to him, now that he thought about it.
How many other people walked into trees, herded sheep will in full armor, or got asked to do stupid and inane tasks by everyone around them. Gavin never caught a break. And now- now he'd lost Samantha to David, his friend.
Well, screw that. He was done trying to be fair when the world obviously didn't work that way.
After some digging through the much-abused couch cushions, Gavin found Camilla's card and put a drop of water on it from the tap. "Fairy godmother?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2008 21:19:03 GMT -5
Things had been going well recently. She'd started looking better the moment Nex had taken that thing out of her (which reminded her that she still probably had to deal with that) and had, after the sucess of curing a Prince pulled her confidence back together.
Which was why she was glad she looked postively amazing when the most ungrateful of her God Children called. She'd been on her way to a small party and so was wearing her favorite little black dress and heels and had recently figured out a way to reduce glitter production.
She popped into his room with no glitter, thankfully, since being called never required it.
Hands on her hips she raised an eyebrow at him. She hadn't heard from him since their little spat in the pastures.
"What is it, Gavin?"
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 21:31:19 GMT -5
Gavin swallowed his pride and lied through his teeth.
"Er, fairy godmother, I realize that I'm a crappy, if not the crappiest, godchild out there and I, er... I'm sorry. And I kinda forgot the rules for wishing."
Since something in him rebelled at the idea of lying for too long, he ran a hand through his hair and collapsed on the couch. "That's not entirely my fault, though, 'cause I just had the week from hell with brimstone sprinkles on top and nearly getting crushed to death by a dragon was the best thing that's happened to me in ages."
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2008 21:37:07 GMT -5
Cursing whatever part of her was strongly inclined to become motherly and concerned, Camilla took a seat next to Gavin on his couch and crossed her legs.
"If you weren't so embarassed by me, I could've helped. I get that I'm not what most guys like to have hanging around." Atleast, when she was in Fairy Godmother mode. She never really had a problem with guys wanting to be around her otherwise.
"I have, in the past, made agreements to be discreet. I was the King of Nightmares Fairy Godmother for a time, I'll have you know. Don't say anything though. I told him he had to cry on the card to call me." She chuckled lightly and clasped her hands in her lap.
"What can I do for you now? The rules say no changing the time line, can't kill, can't infringe on someone else's free will, can't make a wish more then once a day."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 21:42:51 GMT -5
Gavin raised his eyebrows. "Somehow, getting help from a fairy who sprinkles me in glitter every time she appears doesn't console my wounded ego when I've somehow mucked up again."
The list didn't seem... too bad. He slid down on the couch and rubbed his face. "Nergh. Okay, so, part of the reason why my life sucks so much is because I was too goddamn chivalrous to punch this guy in the face when I had the chance. Can I wish to punch him in the face and break his nose? No death or anything, just pain and embarrassment for him because he's a lying bastard and made my life suck even more than it does usually."
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2008 22:09:46 GMT -5
Camilla rolled her eyes. "I can control that if it bothers you so much." It still grated that Gavin seemed so reluctant to let her help.
"Well, you could wish that when you next hit him you'd break his nose." She offered and shrugged. It was agaisnt her nature, however, to just grant a wish without figuring out some of the circumstances surrounding it.
"What did he do? Because I can think up some worse things then a broken nose that won't kill him."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 22:23:35 GMT -5
"Could you give him a good case of boils?" Gavin asked, pulling away his hands and looking hopeful. "Really big disfiguring ones. Or- ooh! Gum disease! I mean, that one'd be better if he was a vampire- no wait! Scurvy!"
He looked almost cheerful before Camilla asked him to recount his Week of Woe. At that point, he began to feel excessively pissed off again, a feeling that grew with every bitter recounting of his craptastic week. "Well, he's my friend, right? Or I thought he was. So, I tell him I really fancy this dancer, Samantha and he starts going after her behind my back. I mean, he pops up in the middle of my date with Samantha, which is actually really weird, now that I think about it, and he stays until the building catches on fire, at which point he freaking leaves me in the building and runs off to cuddle with Samantha right outside! When I get pissed off that, oh gee, my best friend left me to die in a fire, he goes into super-irritating-angsty-prat mode and swears he's not attracted to the girl and nothing can ever happen between them. Stupid me, I take him at his word and emotionally invest myself even more with Samantha since she's the only girl who's still wanted to see me after the first date in decades, then, oh, what d'you know? The fire thing was probably some subconscious attempt to weed out the competition, because my ex-best friend the goddamn liar went and slept with Samantha! I haven't even slept with Samantha!"
Gavin glared up at the ceiling. "... leprosy. Yeah. Can you give him leprosy? I just wish the bastard would hurt as much as I do."
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2008 22:34:12 GMT -5
"Sounds like a wish to me." She took out her wand and with a quick, pratical flick....nothing happened.
Camilla frowned in concentration and then slowly shook her head. "Well, I didn't have to do anything. He's already feeling worse then you. David, right? I can pick up on him wishing....oh. He's wishing that the building's high enough so that when he lands, he dies right away." She frowned, suicide wasn't one of the wishes she liked helping with, obviously, but she could still feel the slight tug that came whenever she picked up on someone really, really wanting something.
"So maybe that's payback enough?"
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 22:50:54 GMT -5
"He what?" Gavin asked, a little lost. "He wishes... that the building he's on is... crap! I wanted him to be about half as angry and embittered as I was, not god-damned suicidal!"
He leapt off the couch and buckled on his sword belt and tugged on his suit jacket. Gavin bolted out the door before realizing a. he didn't have his sword, and b. he had no idea where the hell David was.
"Did that count as a wish?" Gavin asked, ransacking the room for his sword and eventually digging it out from behind a potted fern. "Since you didn't do anything like give him an embarrassing and disfiguring skin disease?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2008 23:04:03 GMT -5
Why he had to bring his sword to rescue a suicidal friend was beyond her. Ignoring most of his somewhat panicked speech, she just grabbed his arm, pulled him close and poofed them onto the roof of a close by office building. At which the other end, with his back to them was one precariously perched David.
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The alchohol's numbing effect had long since worn away which allowed him to feel the full, crushing pain of the things he'd done that were so agaisnt his nature. He'd heaved his stomach so clean it was probably a raisin now and anything, even swallowing saliva was upsetting enough to send him into heaving spells again.
He stood there on the edge, glancing down at the meager traffic way below and was filled with a perverse satisfaction that quelled some of the pain. He was getting his just desserts, at least, and his horrible existence would no longer be forced on anyone ever again.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 23:11:25 GMT -5
"Crap," Gavin muttered, looking around in minor disorientation. Where was- ah ha!
Shouting, "Don't jump!" looked like it would startle David into falling, so Gavin carefully unsheathed his sword and tip-toed across the rooftop. Quickly and neatly, he stuck the tip through David's trouser cuff and through the roof, effectively pinning David in place if he tried anything stupid.
Gavin tapped him on the shoulder, Clearly Not Amused. "So."
And... that about exhausted his witty repartee. Dang. He should start looking them up online and jotting them down on notecards, to whip out whenever the occasion demanded it.
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2008 23:19:47 GMT -5
David turned as much as he could with a sword pinning him to the roof.
He looked hung over, exhausted and generally miserable (how a lot of people looked when they were about to kill themselves, he guessed).
"What are you doing?" He asked blankly, blinking slowly not really understanding why Gavin was saving him. Unless...
"Do you want to push me yourself?"
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 23:24:32 GMT -5
Gavin looked disgusted. "Like hell, you prat. I'm saving you. Dunno why when you're this pathetic. I'll remove the sword if you promise not to do anything stupider than you've done already. I mean, yeah, you screwed me over- or rather, Samantha, but you're a bigger git than I thought if you decided to kill yourself because of it.
After a lifetime of chivalric exploits, Gavin had very little tolerance for any kind of needless violence- against someone else, or oneself.
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2008 23:30:17 GMT -5
David frowned, but in truth having Gavin berate him made him feel a little better. In fact, it would do him some real good to just stand here and let Gavin give it to him.
"Nothing stupid." He mumbled/promised and crossed his arms defiantly. "But I don't get why you're stopping me." He complained. "I'd think you'd want me dead."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 12, 2008 23:42:56 GMT -5
He pulled the sword out of the rooftop and then yanked David back.
"That was a hellishly stupid thing to do, David. I don't know what makes me angrier about this whole situation. You know what? I don't care anymore about reasons, I'm just going to acknowledge that I'm angry and externalize it in a productive fashion!"
He punched David in the jaw.
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