Blythe, Dameon, and Ashly
Dameon stands in the hall, just outside Room Two, knocking on the door of that room. "Ashly?" he calls softly. It seems that he is sans cloak at the moment. In one hand, he carries the flower of night-blooming jasmine.
Blythe moves up the stairs, as soon as she reaches the top catching sight of Dameon. She blinks, "Dameon...?"
Dameon turns quickly, looking over his shoulder, seeming a little surprised. "..
.Oh...Blythe...hello."
Blythe hms, looking him over. "...is something wrong?"
Dameon blinks, collecting himself for a quick moment. "No, nothing's wrong," he says, looking back at Ashly's door.
Blythe continues to watch him closely. "You're acting strange..."
Dameon looks at Ashly's door once more with a frown, bending down and leaving the flower outside the door. Then he stands up and looks at Blythe, giving her a chance to say something before he has to say it outright.
Blythe swallows. "..who's room is that?"
Dameon glances at it. "Ashly Healer's. I believe you've met her."
Blythe doesn't move, though her body shakes slightly. "That's a nice flower."
Dameon nods once, expressionless. He doesn't really want to hurt her, and continues to let her work things out before he'll step in with the crushing hammer of frank honesty.
Blythe gives a weak laugh, taking a tiny step back. "...why? Why are you giving her that flower?"
Dameon glances at the flower, at the door, back at Blythe. "I'm in love with her." Expressionless. Frank. Blunt.
Blythe flinches visibly, her body shaking a bit more. "O-oh." Suddenly she turns, back towards the stairs. "I have to go."
Dameon walks after her, reaching for her arm to stop her. "Blythe. Please don't take this so hard."
Blythe shudders as he touches her arm, and she yanks it away. "What about me? Am I just some stupid little girl?? I took care of you...I helped you...and I get nothing!"
Dameon sighs lightly. "I care for you, Blythe. Truly."
Blythe clenches her fists. "Leave me alone, Dameon...for me, it's more than just caring..."
Dameon looks her over. "I'm sorry. I know you feel that way about me, but I just don't love you, Blythe. Ashly hasn't changed things."
Blythe shivers. "I'd never even heard about her before!! Now all the sudden she's just the love of your life, huh?!"
Dameon presses his lips together. "It wasn't...sudden, Blythe. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want her to know."
Blythe wipes her eyes. "Just leave me alone...." She moves to the stairs.
Dameon follows her. "Please don't do this. I never wanted to hurt you, Blythe."
Blythe shakes her head. "Just leave me alone!! What am I supposed to do, Dameon? I'm just a love sick little girl..I can't stay around you any more!"
Dameon shakes his own head. "No, Blythe. You're important to me. I enjoy your company, I think you're a steadfast friend. It is not the end of your world just because I love Ashly Healer."
Blythe bites down hard on her lip. "It'll just hurt to be around you, Dameon...."
Dameon shakes his head again. "Not forever."
Blythe exclaims, "Just let me leave! At least let me be alone for a while...I just don't know what to do...."
Dameon frowns slightly. "Well, Blythe, if that's what you feel is best..." He sighs.
Ashly leaves the room dying off the end of her braid. She looks quite a bit better then she did after the fight with Darkstar, but she's still a little on the weak side. As she walks she nearly steps on the lovely flower, she stops herself just in time, blinking down at the bloom on the floor, then swiftly bending and picking it up, half-tied braid forgotten in her other hand as she stares at the flower.
Blythe flinches, giving a small nod. She hears the door open, though she doesn't turn. "Maybe...I'll see you later."
Dameon turns his head swiftly as he hears the door open. "Ashly. How are you?" He looks concerned.
Ashly looks up from inspecting the flower, green eye blank for half a moment before she tilts her head to the side and shrugs. "Better every moment, physically at least." She still suffers nightmares, and her magic has yet to make an appearance. But she speaks cheerfully enough, or, cheerfully by Ashly's standards.
Blythe's fingernails dig deep into her palms. "Good bye, Dameon." she half hisses, moving down the stairs as quickly as she can.
~Owari~