Ignorance be bliss [Odion]

Craven became aware that right now, even the red head was being stared at simpley because he, Craven, had asked a simple question. Craven covered his face with his hands and sank down in his chair a little lower groaning softly before he peeked out between his fingers to glance at the red head. He lowered his hand glancing around at the group of people watching them and then finally sat up straight once more.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dr-"

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Craven shoved himself away from the desk and headed to the window pulling it open with one swift motion filled with so much annoyance that Jet startled fluttering back from the window before landing before him again. She set the ring down on the window sill, tilted her head at it then at Craven. He knew what she was saying. He could guess by reading her body language. 'Is this good enough?' Craven sighed and swept her up in his arm tucking her under his denim jacket before he wrapped his fingers around the diamond ring.

He made sure to close the window once again and moved to sit down in front of his book once again. Craven dropped the ring on the table between them staring at it.
"Not the kind of presents I want. The other day she brought me a necklace. Gold. She's stolen it from this guy who must have stolen it himself cause he kept making up lies about it. Blonde said his boyfriend liked girls necklaces...."
The mere word 'boyfriend' made his cheeks grow rosey.

Craven pulled his blue eyes from the sparkling ring before he looked down at his nestled feathered companion who seemed finally content that she was safely under his arm. He moved his finger to stroke across her tiny head.
"Typical woman. You're more work then you're worth you know that? "
He whispered lovingly to her.

Craven's eyes widened at the muttered words from the redhead and the blush grew deeper. Oh God no.... Oh God no way! He froze for a moment and only his eyes drifted back to the boy at his find words and then there it was. Another thin gold chain around the boy's neck. Craven felt like he was about to throw up. His face flushed bright red and his eyes flicked to the diamond ring between them on the table then back to the red head. He used this opportunity to reach out, inconspiciously and draw the ring away from the thief's boyfriend.

Craven knew the saying all too well. Something about birds, feathers and together. He really was having a hard time laying temptations before the thieves. Not that he was accusing anyone of anything but if this guy wasn't even surprised that his boyfriend was stealing stuff then he might be the one profiting from his boyfriend's exploits.
"Yeah well. I don't look too fondly on thieves. I really discourage it. I think I pretty much told your ....boyfriend the same thing."

Craven slipped the ring in his own pocket and frowned at the redhead.
"Why do you let him do that? If someone stole your stuff wouldn't it upset you? "
Craven sat forward a bit and gave the redhead a hard look.
"If he was my...."
Craven had a hard time saying the word...
"boyfriend...I'd talk to him. "

Craven huffed indignantly and dropped his eyes to his book trying hard to focus on the words rather then on the red head playing solitaire like he'd just told him his partner picked a bunch of flowers rather then actually STOLEN something that didn't belong to him in the first place and then tried to lie his way out of the whole thing. What kind of person allowed his partner to do stuff like that?

Craven narrowed his eyes at the red head upon the comments of judging them before he knew them. He knew enough to know that it was wrong to steal. That stealing made you a bad bad person. That stealing was wrong. Craven didn't care how poor you were, stealing wa not a nice hobby to possess and stolen gifts were not gifts. They were hinderances. That was it! He knew that if his mother would have been alive, she'd have said the same thing. He had attempted to live up to her reputation and that meant doing the right thing most of the time.

He shook his head at Odion then glared down at his book.
"There is no excuse in the world to make stealing someone else's hard earned and sentimentally valued items from them and giving it to someone else."
But then Odion mentioned him not reprimanding Jet who'd by now nuzzled her beak into her wings and fallen asleep in his arm hidden under his jacket so no one would call her a pet and demand he needed to be caged.

She wasn't a pet. He kept saying that to everyone. She was a wild animal who just happened to think he was her mate and crows were hellishly loyal to their mates. Shame really... He wanted her companionship cause she didn't force her way into his mind like the others did but he was being selfish with her. He wasn't a crow. He was a boy and one day he'd have to tell her that somehow. Tell her to find a real mate that would allow her to lay eggs and have a family and whatever else crows did.

Craven's head snapped up to the irish boy.
"Because I don't think you'd want more stares thrown your way if I did fall on the ground and started having nose bleeds because I'm using my powers. If I open my mind to her, I open my mind to all of them."
He nodded his head to the window and rather what was outside the window. They were always lurking.

They were always waiting.
"Besides, at least I return what she's stolen and she doesn't understand the difference between right and wrong. "
He could see the red head's eyes darting to the place where the ring had been only too briefly.
"No. It's going back to it's owner. It's not yours and I won't give it to you. God... what is wrong with you two guys?"
A frown settled between Craven's brows as he watched the redhead.

Craven pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. The red head didn't say much at all and it was just a little bit of a disappointment to Craven that this should occur. He gave a little sigh and stared down at the words before him. Was Shakespeare a do-gooder? If Romeo hadn't met Juliet, had decided what was best for her like he'd done with Gia and sent her away instead of ... well trying to marry her then maybe neither of them would have been dead. They could have loved one another from afar and never have risked their lives... ever again. Besides, love faded...

Like his dad's love for his mom. Not a week after her death he'd become aware of new woman in the house and being cuddled or snuggled by a new Victoria Secret model in an attempt to make an impression on mister money bags. Craven shot him a glare when he spat out the sarcastic words. What was it with people and being evil? They had a special power. Couldn't they just be good instead? Didn't this world need more heroes then villians like them stealing stuff?

Craven sighed turning his eyes to look out the window. Unlike Rhett who'd given him hope, Odion just depressed him. He was sure he could change Rhett somehow, given a bit of time. Just a little bit of attention cause he so obviously didn't get to see the good side of life. Rather he'd only seen the badside and that was the thorn in his side. With Odion it seemed like he was morally poisoned from head to foot. He didn't talk or smile. And Craven had the distinct feeling he wasn't welcome, the way he didn't even wanna draw his attention away from the stupid pack of cards long enough to make actual eye contact like a normal person.

"God you are the heartless one arn't you? Or just sad. You have no idea what love is. How it works. The worst part is, you'll never know. You can be as smug as you want but playing with those cards ain't getting you anywhere, now is it?"
Craven made a point of staring at the red head. Craven wanted to help them. How though? How did he help someone that didn't want help. Besides, now that he'd met Alexander's boyfriend, it felt like he was ... interfering instead of helping... either of them...

Craven sighed as he watched Odion.
"I'm sorry you had a bad life but it doesn't have to be that way you know? Things can change."
Yeah... Odion and Craven had something in common already... They both had no clue what they were talking about. As for the direction of the conversation, if Craven was being completely honest with himself... he was speechless with the red head... He cleared his throat and instead attempted to introduce himself.

"I'm Craven."
He whispered softly watching the redhead and his cards. It was kinda sad.

Craven sighed and lay his arm across the table his chin on his arm as he watched the card castle being built by the introvert across the table from him. His eyes met Martin's when Martin's met his and a name was given. A smirk settled on Craven's face.
"Mhmmm. Is that your real name or just like a middle name you made up? Your boyfriend did that. You guys are mighty protective and withdrawn. I promise I won't hurt either of you. I don't hurt things that annoy me."

Craven spared a glance to his crow to show his meaning and relate it to what Martin had suggested earlier about killing Jet. His eyes flicked back to the card house before him.
"I know I'm a little annoying sometimes but I'm just trying to help."
Craven stole a glance at Martin.
"Do you want me to leave you alone now?"
Craven half whispered watching Martin for the answer he already know.

This guy had from the very start, wanted to be left alone and Craven kinda did get on people's nerves when he was trying to talk reason into their heads. His mad ideas about being heroes. About healing the world. In the end it was all bullshit and he knew it as well as they did. He also knew that what the red head had said about black and white was true.
"I'm sure things have changed and you're lucky they have. I'm glad for you. I'm sorry I interfered. I guess you're right about me not knowing you but I bet that there's just no need to steal here anymore is there?"

He tilted his head then fell silent and let his eyes fall back on the fragile cards.

Craven smiled at the small smile on the red heads lips at the mention of the similarities between him and his boyfriend but then things turned sour and Craven sat back as if he'd been slapped in the face by the red head. His eyes widened and then a hurt expression crossed his face as he was told to leave him alone. Craven nodded. This was why he didn't talk to people much. He would just ruin things like majorly. Craven removed the ring from his pocket and placed it on the table. Seemed that Martin needed it more then he did.

He then closed the book and pushed his chair away from the table before getting to his feet. What did he know about life? He was a spoiled rich kid that wanted for nothing. He'd just proven that to Martin and managed to piss Martin off severely. Alex was much better at handling annoyances like himself and he hadn't meant that the red head was an annoyance. He was refering to Jet, tucked under his jacket. He would have explained but he didn't think there was any point to it at all. So he got up and he headed for the door sparing one last glance over his shoulder at Martin.