trying on a metaphor

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@alicelblack
Call || Someone
Alice: ....Nico?
Nico: Honestly I thought you gave me a fake number when I asked for it because I didn't think you royals had phones but howdily doodily.
Alice: I'm glad you think highly of me. I wouldn't give you a--Nico. Are you drunk?
Call || Someone
*ringing*
Alice: ....Nico?
"I know." He smiled back at her, drying her tears with his thumb and kissing her forehead. As she rested her head against his shoulder, Nico just held her tighter, making soft comforting noises, or so he thought. He wasn’t good at this really. "Can’t, sorry. Care about you too much to stop being there for you." He said, holding her as she found solace in him.
His touch was so tender that for a split second, Alice forgot that it was Nico who was holding her. Slowly, the tension in her shoulders began to ebb away as she inhaled the scent of him. A little bit dirty, a little bit crisp--completely Nico. "Well, at least there's one person out there," Alice mumbled, words partially muffled by his chest, but that was because the princess wasn't quite sure if she wanted him to hear it or not. If he did, that was fine. If he didn't, that was fine too. "So," she said, pulling away slightly. "You sent them to the cafeteria? Now where should we go?"
"Mia, wake up! Wake up.”
A voice in the back of Logan’s head was scolding him, telling him that he was being reckless and irresponsible. The same voice that had said leaving his parents wasn’t a good idea, that smoking was stupid and that he should go to his check-ups more often. Sometimes wrong, sometimes right. He wasn’t really sure which one it was this time and honestly, it didn’t really matter anyway. He never listened. “To know what’s wrong. You don’t just ram into people and rush away in panic.” His sentences were choppy as Logan tried to catch his breath. To think that such a short run would do this…He was eternally grateful Alice had decided to stop.
Concern glowed in his eyes in such a burning way that Alice wasn't even sure that it was possible. Her lip began to quiver, tears shining bright in her eyes, and she felt as if she was suddenly rooted right in her spot. Logan. Since day one, the boy had always went out of his way to make sure that she was okay and had a smile on her face. A boy who she had been so rude to, but he kept coming back. No matter what. Alice swallowed a sob as it came up her throat, but the tears began to fall almost instantly. "I--I can't do this anymore," she finally croaking, her voice cracking. "Paparazzi are always a-around me, taking pictures, and there's.... There's people out there who want to kill me and my family and I'm just trapped in this palace and I'm going insane. I can't--can't--breathe."
"It’s okay." He whispered back into her blonde hair. "Hey, you know whenever you need someone, whenever you need help, whenever you need company, anything..you can always come to me. Usually, I’m staying at Kellan’s, but I have a phone number." He said. "You know I’m here."
Her fingers had curled into the fabric of his shirt tightly, bunching up the tee and holding onto without any attention of letting it go. Alice pulled back to look up at Nico, eyes shining and bottom lip quivering. "You asshole," she finally said, letting out a breathy laugh. Alice was so damn grateful for him--so damn grateful--but her ability to talk about her feelings was one that was lacking. "Stop being so sweet." Her forehead fell onto his shoulder, shivers wracking through her body, as pressed herself tighter against him. She had been so alone lately. So afraid. All she wanted was to be held.
Observing Alice was somewhat fascinating for December. It was hard to say she trusted the princess - she still struggled to make sense of some of Alice’s actions - but there was something that would cross her face occasionally, very honest. The smile that she had directed at the instrument was one of those instances. It was because of it that Decy disregarded her own wariness towards playing in front of others and placed her hands on the keys. The notes that followed were more of a subconscious impulse than a decision.
Happiness bubbled within the young princess as soon as the brunette began to play her instrument. The music that filled the air was something sweet and honest. Raw. And it invoked something within Alice. She waited a little, listening to the melody of the music that December was playing and after a couple minutes or so, Alice lifted her bow and placed it upon the strings of her cello. Before she even knew it, the rich, low sound of the cello was harmonizing with that of the piano. Alice didn't say anything. She simply played, two instruments battling before finally blending together. Let the music speak for the princess. Let it.
Without a word, she nodded in understanding. In her usual quiet manner, December strode to the piano and sat down. She had no intention of playing - at least while Alice was busy with the cello - but it was awkward to still be standing. Besides, sitting down gave her something to look at - the piano keys. Delicately, she stroked the keys with the tips of her fingers. Without looking up, she spoke. “T..True. I forgot you…you loved music b..before.”
Memories of the Haze didn't come often. Not for Alice, anyway. So December bringing it up... It was strange. It was strange because, for a little while, Alice forgot. She had actually forgotten. A nostalgic smile was brought up on her lips and she looked down at her instrument--her extended limb--and her smile grew. "Play something," Alice finally said, lifting her head and meeting December's gaze. "Anything. Just... Play."
As Alice ran in front of him, practically jumping into his arms, Nico’s arms moved around her body, wrapping around her waist and holding her to him. “Hey, I’m here. I got you.” He said softly, holding her close.
Surprised by her ability to hold back her tears, she held onto Nico tightly, him anchoring her to the ground. "I'm so sorry," she responded, her face buried in his chest. "I just... It seems the only company I have lately are the paps and all they do is... They chase and I just... I'm just being stupid."
"Don’t be a bitch, Alice." He said coldly and watched as she walked away from him. As the three men came closer to him, Nico felt a rumble in the back of his throat. "Not that you should really be stalking someone to the point where she needs to literally run away from you, assholes. But she’s at the cafeteria." He growled and pushed past them, their shoulders hitting each other as he left them to it.
Moments passed. She listened to Nico's words outside the door, listened to the footsteps fade away until there was nothing but silence, and then she exited the room. And Nico was nowhere to be found. Sprinting off in one direction, she rounded the corner to find him at the end of another hall. With as much power as she could muster in her legs, the Lynx shot off down the hallway, closing the distance in a second. She jumped in front of him and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
"Nico."
Nico let his arm drop as she pulled out of his grasp. He stood still, following her gaze to behind her, seeing nothing. Nico stayed silent, not exactly sure of what to do in this situation. He bit onto his bottom lip and took a step back, shrugging.
"Silence. How unsuprising." Alice shook her head--how foolish was she? But she needed to be nicer. The sound of faint footsteps brought her back to her attention and as she glanced over her shoulder, she saw the trio of paps rounding the corner. "If those perverted, horny repressed paps ask you where I went, tell them the cafeteria," Alice said, bouncing on her feet before disappearing into the classroom behind Nico.
"Hey, stop." He said, holding onto her arm. "What are you running from? Can I help?" He asked.
He wasn't going to let her move and the paranoia was beginning to set in. She had to hurry, that was all she knew. "It's fine, Nico, you don't have to ask" she said, pulling her arm out of his grasp, though she didn't move. "I get it." Alice shot another glance over her shoulder, biting her lip. "Besides, help may be useless at this point. It never stops them."
Logan groaned at the impact, rubbing his shoulder, before he recognized the young girl that ran into him. In an instant he whipped around, worry clear in his expression. “Alice, wait!” Without a second of hesitation, he ran after her.
Logan. She caught his face and the look in his eyes before she had shot off again down the hallway. What she hadn't been expecting was the fact that he had followed her. She was faster than he was, much faster, but his voice had a tone in it that she wasn't expecting. The concern was a slap in the face; a bucket of cold water on her head. "What do you want, Logan?" she exclaimed, skidding to a halt and turning around to face him.
"Fuck." Ana ground out as a body slammed into hers. On a normal day, she may not have cared. But today she felt unlike herself. It was something she was growing ever used to. "Just … just move and watch where you’re going." Her tone was hard, words a warning more than anything else. Something was boiling beneath the surface of her skin and she felt like she was going to explode.
It took a couple moments for Alice to catch herself after the crash. She hadn't realized how fast she had been running--how fast the feline in her had been running--until she had run headlong into the girl. "I said I was sorry," Alice snapped, growing hot and angry. It wasn't as if she had made it her goal to run into the girl. "I wasn't expecting somebody to be fucking standing in the middle of the hallway, doing nothing but drooling on her shoes."
As usual, December hesitated before answering. There had been a chance of escaping quietly before, avoiding any kind encounter…and she didn’t take it. Now that the option wasn’t available, she felt a twinge of regret. But it was quickly replaced with distaste. Shakily, she opened her mouth. “I…I wouldn’t say I have it. I just c..come here sometimes…you know, for the m..m..music.” It was an honest answer and December almost felt pride, small smile sneaking onto her face. Leaning on the wall, she tilted her head. “D…Do you..c..come here often..?”
"Chill, December," Alice said, her tone unusually kind. She wasn't trying to be presumptuous or anything. She wasn't trying to be mean. She just wasn't used to practicing in front of others--or others really knowing about her music. "I come here to practice," the princess finally said, offering up some information. "Like you. For the music."