I think I don't actually like either one of them right now! Silly boys, fists first, brains behind.

FIGHT!! FIGHT!!! FIGHT!! FIGHT!!! FIGHT!!! Psssh, sissy bums....

You know,Blurb, given my tendency to shove things that I think is good from various sources into my stuff, please pray very hard that I do not end up having a crazy Agas-Lars-Dameon brawl in MY story. Because we all know who will win (probably) and it's not gonna be pretty.

OMG! poor Lars, i hope he gets back at Dameon some way, since Dameon is a pathetic loser and Lars would beat him any day if he had his staff...

but anyways, great update, and i hope you post the next one really, really soon!

I figure Lars stole Dameon's girlfriend, so the score is actually pretty even.

Just discovered this story today. Umm... Wow. I love it!
*I would think of something better to say, but it's 1am, and I'm sleepy*

Haha I noticed you reading it earlier...
Nice to have you around.
Have a good night's rest.

*wanders off to bed herself*

LOL, sure he did... But Rhen has to be Dameon's girlfriend first in order for it to count as Lars "stealing" her away, which I doubt she actually is.

*D_A is itching to have her own three-person version of the brawl in her fanfic even though it's definitely gonna turn out very unpleasant to write and read* do you think I should, Blurb? I need all the writing advice I can get from anyone who can give them right now... I'm THAT desperate.

Hehe, pansies fight! I suppose that was mostly flapping their arms around without landing any serious punches! Wish I was there to see!

But poor poor Lars. Losing to Dameon must rankle!

@D_A: Maybe you should write that scene, lol! I could use a good laugh and your stories always manage to make me laugh, 'cause they're so totally bizarre! (I mean this in a very good way.)

@Mayflower: At the risk of being very off-topic here... but the scene could probably be simply summarized by "Agas beats up both Lars and Dameon because it's just THAT EASY, the end". You DO realize who are the "three person" I was talking about, right?

Lol, sure I realise. I know who your favourite person in the Aveyound universe is. That said, I trust your writing skills enough to extend the scene a bit and fix a comic twist in it somewhere.

@Mayflower: We are still being completely off topic And no, it's not because I like him. It's because my fanfic has a major Agas/Rhen going on in the story so... yeah

NO! i dont want the score to be even. i want Lars to beat up Dameon!

What?!?
Lars got kicked by silly dameon?
Owh,- wait, i even doubt if dameon still a sun priest after all
(dunno, since he had exchanged his power in order to off with rhen)

See the thing was.

Lars was starting to suspect something was up.

It had taken a while to recover from his fight with Dameon. He was pretty sure it was because the sun priest had mixed in a little magic with his physical blows. The little cheater.

“I know you’ve liked her since forever,” Dameon had said. Every time Lars replayed it in his mind it made him more ticked off.

First, because it was now official that everyone in the whole damn world had known.

Second, because now he couldn’t help but keep replaying in his mind every time Dameon had flirted with Rhen in his presence, and then his fingers started itching for something sharp and deadly. Not that he hadn’t minded before- he’d minded a whole lot, actually, but that was why he’d gone and repressed the stupid memories, of her blushing and simpering and waiting till Dameon pretended to be out of eyesight before she collapsed against the wall grinning like a freak. Now he couldn’t help but replay them and consider how very often it was that this had happened with him in the room.

Because he was pretty much positive Dameon had done it on purpose. If only he’d had a staff when he’d gone to fight him, he would have sent him through a time vortex to a time when the universe was still little more than a tiny speck of super-compressed nothing. Except he hadn’t brought the staff and his bruises ached- which then brought him right back to the original annoyance, only with more fervor, in a never-ending cycle…

In any case, as a result his mind had been a bit occupied, both with lingering physical pain and an incredible lot of irritation, so that he hadn’t really noticed it and when he had he thought he was imagining it.

But the feeling had grown in him, in a tiny, naggy way, swelled up and started festering, and by now he was pretty much positive.

Rhen Darzon was avoiding him.

---

This was not acceptable.

This was not funny, this was just…

They’d only been dating for a month!

He was absolutely positive he hadn’t said anything particularly, unusually awful and-

Well.

Actually.

Of course this was about Dameon, wasn’t it?

It was.

It definitely was.

He groaned, and picked up his pace. He was going to find that girl and then talk to her. After that he wasn’t actually sure what would happen. But it would not involve her continuing to fixate and that stupid half-bald priest.

---

She saw him coming down the hall.

So she walked rapidly in the other direction- and then more rapidly, as it became obvious he was keeping up with her.

“Rhen!” He called.

Dammit.

She pretended not to hear him. But when she stole a glance backwards it was obvious he was catching up.

She broke into a run. She couldn’t face him. When she saw him, she couldn’t help but think of Dameon. When she thought of Dameon, she only wanted to run away. So.

He lunged forward, grasping for her arm. She jerked out of the way, avoiding him, and as he cursed and tried to recover she managed to collide with Professor Turntile.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, and would have helped him gather her books but instead she ran, stumbling, just around the corner and-

He grabbed onto her arm with a grip surprisingly like steel. She twisted it away, breaking free, and he slammed her against the wall and pinned her there.

“Rhen,” he gasped, panting from exertion.

She turned her face aside.

“Why?” He said. “No, seriously, why are you avoiding me? What did I do?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I just… I can’t, Lars. Every time I remember I want to hide in some dark deep hole and never come out and I can’t deal with-“

“Stop it.” He said. “Stop fixating on him.

“Easy for you to say!” she protested. “You weren’t engaged to be married to him!”

“Oh right,” he said, coldly. “I wasn’t. Thanks for reminding me. Of course I can’t understand why you’d still be fixating on the guy you agreed to marry, before you broke it off with him and ended up with me. Sorry for trying to drag you out of your heart-broken little sobfest, then.”

“Lars-“ She said.

“You know, maybe I am just the tiniest bit sick of this. You are, as far as I was aware, dating me, but you’ve been avoiding me because all you can do is think about your ex-fiancé-”

“That’s unfair, and you know it,” she said.

He sighed. “Alright. Maybe I’m being a little unfair. Maybe I should give you more time to recover. Maybe. But. I seem to recall that Dameon used to talk to you and you’d melt at the knees. Heck, even Danny- you’d simper and go starry-eyed. Somehow when it’s me, that’s not the case at all. No, me you just avoid as much as possible-”

“Are you trying to say I’m not- that I don’t-“

He regarded her steadily.

She groaned.

“Oh lord, Lars.”

“What?” He said. “It’s not an unreasonable conclusion to come to.”

“Yes it is!” She said.

“Alright,” Lars said, patiently. “Then fine. Do please clarify the nature of your relationship with me since right now I cannot say that I get it in the slightest.”

It’s not like. Um.” She said, fidgeting. “It’s different from Dameon. And Danny. Less… sparkly.”

“And what does that mean?”

“No, it’s just that… Well, with Danny it was kind of like, you know, he’d look at me and I’d feel all tingly and blushy and with Dameon he’d smile at me and I’d get all. Um. You know. Melty at the knees.”

“Mhm,” Lars said, waiting for her to dig herself in deeper.

“Um.” She said, unable to meet his eyes.

“…And I’m not like this, how?”

“It’s just different,” she said, feebly.

“Do clarify,” he said.

“Ah, I don’t know how to put it! It’s not- I’m not-“

“You’re saying that when I go like this,” he said, leaning in way, way too close, so that his hair brushed her forehead and as he spoke she could feel the hot air from his mouth against her lips, “you don’t feel… ‘sparkly’?”

“Um.” She said, as her brain short-circuited.

“Tingly? Blushy? Melty at the knees?”

He smelled like mint, this time. (And he tasted a tiny bit like lemon mint sorbet)

---

After that Lars walked around with a smug look on his face for weeks.



a/n: in case Lars came off as a total jerk (he so did) this has kinda been building up since well before Dameon appeared. (nor is it even quite over yet) so.

i couldnt stop smiling when i saw the update, i couldnt stop smiling as i read through it, and even now i still cant stop smiling!

seriously, blurble, your stories are really good

(Why thank you. I'm glad to hear that. Especially since I wasn't so satisifed with this chapter... dflgdklj. Must continue writing. Must continue writing.)

oh, please do continue writing! i'm dying for another update, even though i just read one ten minutes ago...

yes yes! keep writing!!!!! =3 that was just... so... so- beautiful *wipes tear from eyes* ok maybe not the right word... but really truly wonderful.

Yay! So GLAD you wrote Lars with a 'Y' chromosome!

@connielj: a bit confused. what do you mean?