Book Two : Aveline. | Slash Fanfiction

chapter fourteen

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FOURTEEN - 1992, Southampton.

          "C'MON IZZ." AVELINE pestered for what felt like the millionth time, tugging on his surprisingly strong arm in the direction of the brightly flashing, swirling and whirling, colorful lights. He shook his head, feet firmly planted in the dark green grass, the dewy texture dampening his toes and making them cold. "What's there to be afraid of?" She questioned, exasperatedly sighing and huffing in defeat, brushing her hair away from her face frustratedly.

Izzy shrugged nonchalantly, his voice rippling through the air in a monotonous way. "I'm not doing it." He stated, "And you can't make me."

Aveline scoffed and placed her hands on her hips disbelievingly, her bewildered expression hardly noticeable against the darkness of the night sky. They still had at least an hour to kill until the band had to make their way to the venue. "God, how old are you, five?" She questioned sarcastically.

Izzy shook his head with a gravely serious mixture panned upon his frown. "Four, actually."

"Shit, my bad." She scoffed.

"Hey, you're the one begging me to go to this shitty fair with you." He rolled his eyes and held up his hands in mock surrender, raising a challenging eyebrow from behind his classical - stolen - ray-ban sunglasses. "Not my fault you can't take no for an answer."

"All you ever do is say no!" Aveline protested, throwing her hands in the air exaggeratedly. A smirk rose to Izzy's lips as he shrugged in subtle agreement.

"That is true."

"So just say yes, Izzy, for me. Just this once." He thought about it for a moment, glancing over her shoulder and past her pleading pout, and raked his gaze along the copious amounts of hazardous rides - not that Izzy gave a shit about the dangerous aspect, it was more his unsettled stomach and his distaste for spinning things - and then he looked toward the water rides with screaming occupants, and the rapidly spinning twirly rides with customers that screeched about how they were 'going to barf' and a few not bothering to wait until the ride stopped, bringing up chunks all over the other passengers.

He didn't like the look of it. But, once again, Izzy also didn't have anything better to do. So he said, "Fuck it," and lit up a cigarette, striding with a beaming Aveline in tow over toward the ticket holders.

"Two adult tickets." He sighed, handing over a ten dollar note toward the girl who smacked her pink gum obnoxiously loud. She raised an eyebrow at his poor manners, but Izzy didn't care, so she filed the money nonetheless.

The coined change wrapped between the workers fingers as she held them, frowning in ponder, as she traced her eyes along the thin man's face. There was something unbelievably familiar about his appearance, but she couldn't quite put her chipped-nailed finger on it. "You're not from around here, are you?" She questioned, piecing two and two together from his accent to the dark, mysterious appearance. Izzy shook his head silently and mentally rolled his eyes, already bored by the girls intruding behavior. Aveline roamed her attention toward all the magical rides and the wonders hidden behind the fence and the blithering crowd, lost in the adrenaline her sight gifted her, mouth slightly agape in awe.

"Are you famous?" The employee finally concluded, a foggy thought entering her mind.

But Izzy didn't feel like answering any further questions, so he hooked his bony hand around Aveline's upper-arm, facing the worker with an expression of stone, speaking his classical Izzy phrase; "No." Before dragging Aveline toward the gate, sauntering through as she grinned and fidgeted like that of a child.