She was flicking through the files once more but had figured out that either the kingdoms were keeping something from them or that they really were clueless about this rebellion that had sprung up right under their noses. She sighed and rubbed her temples. Something didn't feel right.
Julian, while walking past the door to the lounge, caught a glimpse of Elle reading through files. The lunar prince stopped in his tracks and stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and gazing at Elle without saying a word. He wasn't exactly sure why but, he just stared at her for a few silent moments. Finally, he started to talk. "Haven't you looked through those files enough?" Julian voice as he entered the room and walked over to Elle.
She looked up at him then back down to the files before throwing it back onto the table. "I probably have," she confessed, "but it's all we have and I feel so useless sitting around doing nothing," she continued as she stretched her arms behind her head.
Julian glanced at the files that Elle had thrown before slightly smirking. "You just need to learn how to relax..." He responded as he walked over to a cabinet and grabbing a bottle of liquor along with two glasses. "Luckily you have me to teach you." He smiled as he set the cups down and pour some of the liquid.
A light chuckle escaped his mouth as he poured the drinks, sliding one glass over to Elle once he was done. "So, find anything important?" He asked while sitting down and propping his feet up on the table.
She took a long drink before sliding the glass back onto the table, "I found out that we're pigs waiting to be slaughtered. That we are the cannon fodder the kingdoms have placed to distract the cult," she suggested, "other than that? Nope."
Julian raised up his glass while slightly smiling. "Well heres to us.... the pigs waiting to be slaughtered." With this he brought his cup up to his mouth and let all the liquid slid down his throught. A slight burning sensation passed through his throat for a second but, he didn't really mind it.
Julian looked at Elle for a few moments, thinking of a responce. "My sisters are there... and without me people would use them." Julian began to say. "So yes, for them... i would return to the academy."
She chuckled, "everyone's still here," she replied, "Eliza and Roger are doing...something in the bedroom. Liam's skulking the hallways, or maybe he did end up going to sleep. The other's I believe are asleep." She continued, "you should be too. It's nearly two."
She contemplated how much she should tell him. In all reality, she was kept awake by nightmares that she never remembered, for that she only ever got an hour or two of sleep each night. She contemplated, upon arriving in the academy, that she should get medication to keep her asleep but she knew that if she touched a single pill then she'd be hooked. Plus, all it did was keep her trapped in the dreams but they did keep her from waking up screaming. Shrugging this off, she smiled and tapped her coffee, "that tends to keep you awake and there's a lot to think about. I don't have time to sleep."
Julian glanced down at her coffee for only a second before looking back up at her. "Guess your luckier then me then." He replied before pouring himself a drink and taking a sip of it. "It's the nightmares that keep me awake." Julian added as if it were something normal to say.
She moved her head from side to side as she debated this. After a second, she jerked up and moved into the hallway and grabbed two coats and walked back into the lounge. She threw Julian's one at him and shrugged on the other.
Julian couldn't react fast enough, his jacket slightly hitting him in the face as winced. "Where we going?" he asked before moving his jacket and standing up, sliding his arms into the sleeves of the jacket.
He blinked at her for a few seconds before slightly shaking his head and moving his shoulders in a shrugging motion. "Sure whatever...." He finally said as he walked past her and towards the front door. "we should probably walk though, it wouldn't be to smart for me to drive" He admitted.
She weaved through the crowd, careful to keep her hand in Jules's. The crowd was thick and she didn't want to lose him. Music pumped through the air and Russian vocals screamed into the night. Despite the noise and crowd a contagious smile lit up Elle's face. She could barely hear her thoughts and, to her, that was a blessing.
She tilted her head and put a finger to her lips. They moved to the edges of the crowd and she stopped at a church. The church had it's doors locked for the event but with one look behind her, Elle bobbed down. She brought out something and fiddled with the lock and soon the door swung open.
Julian stared at Elle with a slightly confused look. "A church?" He said as he walked in and closed the doors behind the two. "Out of the whole festival, you choose to come to a church?" the prince added on as he walked down the main isle and letting his eyes wander around the building.
Julian was unable to stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Well get all you sins out so we can get to the festival." He said letting his smile fade away as he reached the front of the church and stared at the designs.
She hurried up the stairs, her hips swinging side to side and soon they reached the bell tower. She hit the barrier and looked out. Down below was the entire festival and lights was flashing across them. People and people were flocking around and the music was there but slightly dimmed. The lights danced across Elle's eyes as she watched the dancing.
Finally, Julian had reached the top of the bell tower and neared next to Elle. As he came up next to her all he did was lean against the window sill and watched the lights. "So are we ever gonna go down there and get a few drinks?" Julian asked without looking at Elle, a small smirk placed on his lips.
"I'm not stopping you," she pointed out as she tore her gaze away to look at him, "you can go drink till your hearts desire but the last time I got drunk...well, I don't do it. Not anymore. No more than a small glass. But even that's rare." She said vaguely before looking back.
Even though he wouldn't admit it, Julian wasn't just gonna leave Elle alone. So, instead he just slightly shrugged. "Ehh... i don't enjoy drinking alone... it can get rather boring and pathetic." He chuckled as he glanced over to Elle before looking forward once again.
"There's a lot of people who would drink with someone who has a face like yours, Jules." She said with an airy laugh, "you wouldn't be alone. Not for long." She continued before leaning forward, now slightly over the edge with her stomach on the barrier, "you know...all those people. They could all die, in just a second. All of them. One bomb. That's what it would take. Even an army of mercenaries. They're all so defenceless." She ranted, "even now, they have an army looming at their feet. Maybe even dancing with them. It could end up being an all out war, you know," she said glancing back at him, "because if we fail and the cult does reach the kingdoms. Then this will just be a war ground with that crowd simply a sack to be thrown in each others path."
Without looking at Elle, Julian slightly shook his head. "The girls down there are probably a bunch of drunken idiots... i'd rather drink with you." he said casually. Upon hearing her word Julian looked down at the people more intently, finding her opinions to be true. "Then i guess we shouldn't fail?" he said while looking to at Elle with a serious expression.
She laughed, "that'd be a start," hse said before gazing out at the city. "you like architecture, right? I saw you look at the church below. I...the view up here, it's the best you'll find in the area."
His gaze turned to her, a small smile placed on his lips. "Who says i'm letting it go to waste?" He asked before pushing himself up off the sill. "Besides, i didn't come to this festival to draw... i came to have fun and forget about the quest" he added on before taking a small breath. "You're kinda making it hard to do that with all this quest talk." Julian chuckled.
After a second, she pulled back and something flickered across her face. She stared at him for a moment before pulling back, "then lets go," she said. With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared down the stairs.
She gently closed the door behind them and breathed a rush of exhilarated air. Her cheeks were flushed and, despite her attempts of staying away from the alcohol, she had downed a couple of drinks. Enough to make her a tad tipsy.
Julian, who hadn't been as responsible as Elle, stumbled into the house - falling against an end table and almost knocking down a lamp before he caught it. "Oppss....." He chuckled as he set the lamp back onto the table and looked at Elle.
As Elle climbed into the bed Julian moved over to make more room for her, luckily the bed was big. "A lot of girl do a lot more than say shove up to get into my bed." Julian smiled while looking up to the ceiling. "Your lucky i like you." He added casually.
Julian only smiled at her responce. After a few minutes of him looking up at the ceiling and being silent, His gaze suddenly turned to Elle. "Can i ask you something?" He said in a soft and kind tone that would probably shock anyone Julian knew.
He gazed at her for a few moments, realizing how similar they were to eachother. "I would ask what the nightmares are about but, then i'd have to tell you mine." He smiled before looking up at the cieling and closing his eye, not sleeping but only staying quiet.
She stared at him for a moment with a frown. How drunk was he? Would he remember? "I don't know," she said with a shrug, "last time I saw my mum was when I was three and my father...well, my birth father–I don't think my mother even knew his name. She was a prostitute, you see."
She shrugged, "at least they wanted you. Mine sold me to a practical stranger in return for heroin," she said this without really thinking it through and she bit back a curse. She wasn't really known to let things slip, let down her guard. Perhaps the alcohol had hit her slightly too hard.
He wasn't sure why he was telling Elle, maybe the alchohol had hit him hardder than he was letting on but, he couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth. Luckily for Julian, even in his drunken state, he wasn't one to just blurt out the truth - instead avoiding the exact answer. "Lets just say there one less heir to the Lunar throne."
"One less..." she trailed off before it clicked, "oh, you had a sibling. Did...you didn't kill her did you?" She asked with a frown. Rather blunt but she'd spent years getting out of a place surrounded by murderers. Just her luck to fall for one.