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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 12, 2015 21:44:21 GMT
Caitlin didn't make eye contact right away, her gaze was steady on the horizon as she watched out the windows. "Maybe... though I don't see how. I think what Danny is up to is madness, but perhaps in retrospect I'll realize she just sees everything more clearly than we do... in any case, she has my assistance and the assistance of my guild in exchange for..." her voice trailed off and she turned her face toward him, glancing over her shoulder, her head tilted at a bit of an angle and her misty eyes locked on his with words unspoken. "in exchange for you. That was my decision. Whatever happens Skye, remember that I chose this, and my guild is my cross to bear." The city might not know it yet, but the wheels were already set in motion. There was no turning back now.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
He didn't understand what she was telling him. There was no context other than Danny was up to something crazy and Caitlin was bound to assist him....her rather. It was still hard getting used to the idea that she was an actual girl. Whatever was going on, he wasn't really in that loop anymore, nor did he really want to be. Responsibility was the last thing he needed on his plate right now.
"So you bargained away your guild in exchange for me..." he began, his voice trailing off for a moment. It wasn't hard to connect things to a new statement and train of thought, "So I must be pretty important to you?" he said, getting closer to her, his voice dropping into a more playful tone. If she didn't stop him or pull away, he intended to place his hands on her hips and pull her closer.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 15, 2015 19:39:29 GMT
Caitlin saw it coming, the emotional train wreckage with each step he took toward her. When his hands landed on her hips and tugged her gently closer, she forgot to breathe. She didn't dodge his gaze, as much as she felt the urge to. Instead she watched the expressions play across his face, there was something delicate about it, but strong with a sense of fearlessness. She willed the wetness of her eyes to dry. She didn't deserve tears. And he didn't deserve them from her. Without blinking, a kind of slow burn built behind them and dried her eyes to redness.
"You are..." she admitted, then took another breath. "But not in the way you used to be. It's different now, things have... things have changed." She admitted with a heavy heart. There was so much anxiety in her chest, she thought her lunges might squeeze so hard as to suffocate her. The seconds would tick by as some of the longest in her lifetime. She stamped the impression of his fingers on her hips into her memory. She held onto the sensation, new and old at the same time. And she prepared herself to let it go when he did. Because she couldn't keep him here. And she couldn't leave him in the dark anymore.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"Not in the way...?" he trailed off, seeing the tears in her eyes. He took a step back, placing his hands in his pockets as if that would protect him from whatever was going on. He was important but not in the way he used to be. What did that mean? He had a sneaking suspicion, but he didn't want to confirm it. Only, that didn't seem to be an option now. Something had happened while he was in prison, something that she had been holding in this entire time.
"You've obviously had something to tell me, and I've had my head stuck in the ground not wanting to hear it. I think we're past the point where either of us can do that. Obviously I still want to be with you despite everything, but there's a barrier now. I've felt it since I woke up, but getting better was higher on my priority list." She'd helped him so much. To walk again, to navigate with his new lack of depth perception. To compensate for having a huge blind spot. It had all been professional and slowly his wounds had healed. Why then, did he feel like she was going to inflict a new wound. One that would take longer to heal than his missing eye.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 15, 2015 20:06:48 GMT
And he was gone.
She felt the loss of his touch the way one felt the icy cold of being dropped into the sea at night. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried not to crumble. Why was she so guilty? "You are right. And I too put your health above anything else. There is a lot of things you'll have to discover in the coming weeks. But this is something you can only learn from me." Well, her or Levi. or possibly Ikuze, if her 2IC had the chance to give her two-cents on the matter. "Levi and I... we've been, together, mostly." Wow. This was harder to explain than she thought. They weren't an item per say. Her father hadn't approved them. They weren't in a courtship. What were they? "A-as sweethearts." That was the only word that came to mind. And the implications... they were written all over her face.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Skye felt sick and completely flushed at the same time. He felt the sudden need to sit down, but instead moved to lean against one of the windows. Really he should have expected it. The two had been close before and Skye had no claim on her. They had only started dating and he'd been absent for so many months. It was only natural that she'd find comfort with someone else.
At least that's what the logical part of his brain was saying, but at the moment it was just noise. His actual feelings were that of betrayal, shock, and utter horror that a boy with a face like a pin cushion could bed a woman like Caitlin Cockfoster. And she was willing to stay true to him even though she hadn't offered Skye the same courtesy?
Which was the right voice to listen to, the calm and reason or the hot tempered. He didn't know and he couldn't separate the two. Why had she saved him only to deliver him a slap in the face? Guilt? Some type of repayment for saving her life?
"I...I.... I'm not sure what to say here." She'd been in his thoughts every day of his captivity. He'd had so many ideas and fantasies about what would happen if he ever got out. That was part of the problem, his fantasy was being dashed against the rocks and his reason for staying so strong was being ripped away.
"I need some time to think about this, to figure out where I fit into all of this now." Was joining the brotherhood even an option now? To have to see her with that man...he couldn't face that knowing how he felt about her.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 15, 2015 22:54:32 GMT
Caitlin started to step toward him, nervous... worried for him as he slumped back against the glass. She paused at the sound of his first words, and knawed her bottom lip with uncertainty. What could she say to that either? At least she'd managed the courage to be honest, what little value that might be worth.
"I need some time to think about this, to figure out where I fit into all of this now."
She nodded, and dropped her hands to her side.
"You are welcome to fit in with us however and wherever you would like, Faolan." She hoped it would offer him some comfort, some sense of hope. "I gave you free reign of my guildmates hospitality and of my guilds assets. I won't withdraw that privileged. It's still yours, for as long as you want it..." With a little hesitant breath that sounded lost between a hiccup and a sigh, she turned on her heels and darted out of the tower conservatory. If he followed her, he'd find her half way down the stairs, with her forehead pressed against the wall as she worked to bind her emotions tightly within her chest. But she wouldn't stay there long. So if he too needed a moment to get his grip, she'd be long gone.
What right did she have to linger in self-pity? None. So she'd do what was expected of someone of her stature. She'd suck up the pain and get back to work.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Skye watched her go. Part of him wanted to run after her, to tell her she had to choose him, but the other part kept his feet firmly rooted. He couldn't talk to her now, not without saying something he'd regret later. He needed to get some air, which was a funny thing to need considering it was all around them. He waited until he saw her heading back to her ship and then descended. He couldn't return to the ship, not tonight. Instead he headed for the lift which would take him down to the city below. Perhaps a walk would clear his head.
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