My my, how things CHANGE
11-20-2014, 02:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-20-2014, 03:51 PM by Crucifix.)
He wished he was alone in this confusing storm of emotion, because seeing it in her face made it all that harder, if she did not love him also then it would have been possible to turn his back to is and concentrate on the family and people here and Solstice, perhaps he would have been able to push her from his mind. His wish was far from true, he could see that she fel every bit the same tortured way that he did. He had looked away and she had begged him to look back, did she really want to see that raw emotion in his eyes? To know he felt the same way despite the improbability of them ever being together. The strange thing was his love to Sibelle wasn't this strong and fast and uncontrollable, it was a steady flame in his life compared to this. His eyes had moved from her form again as his sinful words had slipped poisonously from his lips, and in return she would say his name in a sweet caress. He shivered at the sound of it, as it ran goosebumps along his flesh. She told him to look at her and he could not deny that speaker. His head shifted an inch and his eyes flicked back to her form again, and locked there, mesmerised. He heard every word she spoke and read every motion in her face as she gave him the gift of putting it there. He could almost feel his heart, as it limped along in his chest, each beat ragged and broken. ?Are we being selfish here? Are we craving what we once had, because it was new and wonderful? ? his lips parted and he heaved a breath, wishing he could control his emotions, wishing they didn't slap him so strong, so painfully in the face of her sweet voice and those dangerous words she spoke. She would tell him, each word in sharp logic that she could never stay here because neither of them could ever hide this, even before his wife and children and he knew that she was right. It was too vivid, to painful, that no box in his chest could contain it. ?Maybe I shouldn't have come... there was a cruel symmetry as they both flinched together, two white faces four purple eyes pulling back in pain. ??than when you walked away the first time he felt his teeth grind at the words, through he knew there was a truth to it, that he had indeed walked away the first time, before she had even meet Scorpion, but there was more to it then that... or.. or.. in her mind, could that be the deciding point, for him it was the moment she chose Scorpion, that was the point where she walked away from him, but was it possible.. yes... he had done the walking in the first place. He found his eyes straying, needing a respite, but he caught them the moment he realised and levelled them upon her too-familiar face again. He realised he had missed the almost-tears that didn't fall and her felt legs buckle before he was able to steady them, his whole body deflated and it wasn't until that moment that he knew how rigged he had been standing. Every word she spoke was truth, yet he wished he never had to hear it. This day should never have happened, yet he couldn't bare to think it might never have come about. She would move yet closer to him and well they where not touching he could feel the heat of her skin, more pronounced by the cold winter that hung about them. Her words would bring a catch to his breath, and he realised that still he had not spoken. She was the one doing the telling this time and he could only listen, dumbstruck by the beauty and terribleness of the moment. He wasn't certain what to say, what he should do, what would be the right thing? He loved Sibelle, oh, of course he loved her but his heart was reaching out to Othello in a steady, undeniable rhythm. She would speak again, and his body would react, reaching forward even as his lips formed words. ?No? he whispered. He knew in every reach of his heart that if she left now he would never see her again, and his heart did that final bit of breaking at that thought. He drew her into him, tucking her head into the crock of his neck and placing a paw over hers. His body was shaking, trembling and he could feel it more pronounced as their skin touched and their heat jumped in erratic movements between their bodies. ?You leaving would kill me. You staying, might just do the same? he whispered, his voice unsteady, losing control. He didn't know how to make this work, he didn't know how to fit her in his life just as he didn't know how to let her leave. This was so messed up he in utter shambles. |
