Vanyel grew more puzzled when he finally raised his eyes to peer at Jay. The male was looking at him strangely, though it wasn't a positive look, more like a scolding look. Like Vanyel had misbehaved. He fiddled with his fingers, and averted his gaze again. "O-of course there are unexplainable things...but...that's not magic. Humans just haven't learned everything about the world yet, is all...Y-you don't believe in magic, do you?"

Vanyel waited patiently for his answer, then looked around. A fairy tale. He hadn't heard them since he was very very young, but it couldn't be too hard. He started off with the typical words. "Uhm, okay...once upon a time..." He continued slowly, weaving a tale. Ironically, the main hero of his story was a fairy rescuing a maiden from orcs to take her home and be his bride.

Vanyel finished his story fairly quickly, rather proud of himself. It hadn't been too bad. He was brought from his thoughts as Jay spoke again, confirming his belief in magic. The blond looked rather confused, and he shook his head with a soft sigh. He didn't, but if this strange boy wanted to, well, it wasn't Vanyel's place to prove him wrong.

He opened his mouth to say so, but closed his mouth with a frown when he saw what Jay was doing. He was staring at the jug strangely. "D-do you want more water?" He asked, though a moment later, it was clear what Jay was doing. Without anything to hold it, the water was being lifted from the jug, and eventually Jay held it in his hands, a soft light shining. Then the male cupped them together, and reopened them, holding something out to Vanyel. Still stunned, the short boy reached out, accepting the item. He stared at it for a few long minutes, then finally looked back to Jay. He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut, and looked back to the item.

Without another word, Vanyel stood and left the room, the door closing with a tiny click. He went to his own room, shutting the door. He moved to his desk, setting the ice rosebud in the middle of it. He sat down, laying his head on the desk and staring at it. Unable to understand, he began inspecting the item, turning it every which way, even breathing on it to see if it would melt.

None of it was possible, that was sure. It was some illusion Jay was doing, trying to fool Vanyel, though he wasn't sure why. He had hidden the item somewhere, and it was simply pressed glass or something. Vanyel would find it out though.[COLOR="Silver"]

Various faces peeked out of doorways, staring at the moving boy. A plump short female rushed forward, trying to urge him back into the room.

Vanyel frowned, his head jerking up. Jay was yelling for him, and he actually sounded much closer than he should. The blond stood, and rushed from the room, glaring down the hallway. Sure enough, Jay was up and moving, despite his leg probably being broken. "What are you doing?" He snapped, trying to help his mother coax Jay back into the bedroom. "Jay, get back in the bed. What's wrong with you?"

Vanyel assured his mother everything was fine, that he would care for their guest, before finally turning back to the bed. He huffed, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Explain what? There's nothing to explain. Well, actually...you could start by telling me why you want to trick me into believing all this magic stuff?"

He continued, flopping down into the same chair from earlier. "You're really weird." He finally admitted with a sigh. "You said earlier you were here for me, but that doesn't make any sense. And I really can't figure out where you were hiding the glass rose..."

Vanyel couldn't even think of anything to say to the new information. He groaned and shook his head, running his hand down his face. "L-look...a lot of guys get confused around me. They tell me I'm too cute to be a boy. It's just a confusion thing. I don't even like other boys!" He stated stubbornly.

"Of course it was. I'm sorry...i-if you want to believe in magic, I'm not going to burst your bubble, but why does it matter so much if I believe you or not?" He stood, shaking his head again. "Just tell me where you are staying so I can let whoever is there know what happened to you, alright?"

Vanyel seemed a bit put off by Jay climbing and standing on the bed, pointing down at him. Rather nervous now, he glanced around, as if looking for someone to help him. When Jay was laying down again, he reached forward, patting the other's hand gently. "O-okay...I believe in magic." He stated, just to mollify the other.

He sat back again, peering at Jay worriedly. Then his expression changed to complete confusion. "Wait...what? Going to your...realm? What realm? Why would I leave my home?"

"Realm of the fey?" Vanyel stared openly, his mouth slightly agape. He stood slowly, as if Jay was a frightened animal and he didn't want to frighten the male. He leaned over, patting Jay's shoulder gently, "Don't move, alright...I'll be right back...right back..."

He inched out of the room quickly. This was just too much. This boy wasn't just hurt...he was insane! He didn't worry about closing the door as he stopped his mother in the hallway, keeping his voice low. "Ma...I think we have a bit of a problem...I...I can't get him to tell me where he is staying, or where he's from, or why he's here. Plus, he keeps talking about magic...Maybe you should call up the nearest institutions?"

There was a bit more, the female utterly confused. She protested and stated there wasn't one nearby, but agreed to ask around about the strange boy. True to his word, Vanyel turned around and started back to the room. He hesitated in the doorway, a tiny voice speaking up inside of his head. It's like you fell out of the sky! He'd said earlier, when he'd first met Jay. He shook his head and moved fully into the room, sitting down again. Magic wasn't real, this boy was from Earth. He just had to be crazy.

Vanyel could feel his face burn as it became clear Jay had heard him. "I...you...well, that is...I..." He stuttered, trying to find the right words. Eventually he just looked away and shrugged.

"I...look, magic just isn't real. I don't really know how you could prove it..." He stopped speaking and turned to the doorway as a knock resounded through the room. "Yes?" The town doctor poked his head inside, smiling at the form on the bed.

"So this will be my newest patient, eh?" The chunky male questioned. Vanyel nodded, and stood, moving the chair out of the male's way. The man moved to the bed, peering down at Jay kindly. "So...took a fall in the forest and hurt your ankle, did you? Let's have a look...Can you move any of your toes?" The male began shifting the blanket, trying to see the boy's foot.

The male looked utterly lost, and continued to examine the foot. "This is the one that was hurt?" He looked at the other two boys, receiving a nod from Vanyel. "It's fine. Possibly just a sprain...uhm, well." He glanced to the faerie. He could have swore Vanyel had said the foot may be broken, but if it was that bad, there was no way he could be completely fine. Still, there was no swelling or bruising, and the boy hadn't flinched. "I'll stop by your father's office and leave the bill then...take care Vanyel."

Vanyel frowned, watching the doctor leave. What a waste of time. He rounded on Jay. "You said you were hurt!"

Vanyel sunk into the wooden chair with a creak. He buried his face in his hands, and shook his head, groaning. "None of this is freaking possible. This isn't real." He muttered, trying to convince himself. The ice rose. The glowing hands. And even if his foot had just been strained, it would still be sore, and probably swollen. "I just can't figure it out." It was killing him. The male who lived his life with a logical explanation for everything was failing to explain what was happening now.

What if Jay was telling the truth? It seemed far too gone to be possible. But it had seemed like he'd fallen from the sky...

Vanyel continued to think, and kept arriving at the same conclusion. Jay was telling him the truth, as hard as it was to believe. Honestly, though, he wasn't sure he could handle everything about the world being turned upside down. He looked back up, ready to say so, but it looked like Jay had fallen asleep.

The human watched for a few minutes. Once he set all the strangeness aside, Jay was actually very handsome. Vanyel's cheeks flushed a bit. Was he...actually attracted to this man? No...no...He wasn't gay. He liked girls! The male stood, still arguing with himself. He left the room quietly, moving to his own. It was getting rather dark, and he figured he'd skip dinner, though he asked his mom to send some food into Jay when he woke up.

As a matter of fact, though he had hoped to sleep a few hours earlier, Vanyel sat at his desk once again. He fiddled with the ice rose. It had created a small puddle, although somehow the magic Jay had used kept it from melting for the most part. It was still hard to believe that magic was real. He still wasn't quite sure he believed it fully, and had debated demanding more proof. It would seem childish and condescending, though, and so Vanyel refrained. The ice rose was wiggled around in his fingers again, cursing as he dropped it, picking it up quickly, and glancing at the chip the fall had created.