LINE - 1 The Elevator
“If it’s something I said, you should probably just forget about it. Although, the moment I tell you to stop listening to me, you ironically, for once, won’t listen, so I’m not sure why I’m even trying. You’re a truly helpless case,” Fel said with a sigh, pulling Clancy out of his thoughts as the elevator ascended. Through the glass, they could see the city outside, appearing smaller and smaller as they went. Clancy truly hated Fel, but not really for the reason anyone would expect.
“Is that all you wanted to say?” Clancy asked, glaring at him. “You just wanted an excuse to insult me? Your caring act won’t work on me, you know.” Fel rolled his eyes.
“Yes and I clearly succeeded all too well. It’s not my fault you’re so easy to insult. Emotionally, you’re like a toddler, you just cry at everything.” Clancy was about to ignore him before he finished his sentence.
“I don’t cry all the time!” he shot back and Fel gave him a look.
“But you do cry, right?” Fel asked, checking his nails boredly.
“No, that’s not what I meant!” Clancy stamped his foot and Fel couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, what? Did I insult your masculinity?” Fel asked bitingly and Clancy pouted. He knew very well he had, but he wasn’t about to admit that.
“As if you’re one to talk,” Clancy mumbled. Fel was definitely not masculine in the least. Apart from his diamond stud earrings and general curves, he had been known to wear makeup from time to time and one could occasionally find him with painted nails and eyeshadow. His fashion sense followed this trend, as he would wear woman’s long-sleeved shirts and quite enjoyed Cruella De Vil-esk fur coats. Clancy would never dream of wearing anything like that, even when no one was looking. Him and Fel were polar opposites in that regard. Fel would rather keep up appearances than get involved, Hell, Clancy was certain he had never been in a fistfight before. Perhaps that’s why his skin always remained soft and his lips were unchapped and fingernails never cracked. Sometimes he couldn’t help but stare at Fel, wondering how, behind those pink splotches on his pale skin, cutely placed on his nose and untouched knuckles, underneath that gently rounded, sloping nose, there was a demon deep inside. Sometimes he wanted to reach out and touch him, just to see if it was only an illusion and his skin was sharp as ice, but he never did.
“Unlike you, I’m not self-conscious about it. You know, if you just didn’t care, people wouldn’t pick on you half as much. Though I guess asking you not to care is a rather tall order, so never mind,” Fel said scornfully, raising a sharp eyebrow as Clancy fell silent. “Nancy?” He blinked, his daze breaking. A realization seemed to come to Fel. “You-”
“Whatever! Sometimes being emotional is a good thing. Not that you would know anything about that, can you even cry?” Clancy bit quite harshly, taking Fel by surprise but he hardly seemed insulted, just smirking.
“Can’t everyone?” he said vaguely and Clancy glanced over curiously.
“Well, you’re not everyone.”
“You’re right, I’m not,” Fel agreed, then added, “But neither are you, Nancy. Yet, you still cry, day and night. I wonder why that is.” Clancy should have known better than to listen to anything Fel had to say, but still, his words made him pause.
The truth was, even he wasn’t sure, and all he could offer was silence.
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