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May 15, 2008 2:11:31 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on May 15, 2008 2:11:31 GMT -5
He willed himself to release his grip, wondering if she would do the same, but he only felt her take hold of him, in more ways than just physical. He felt helpless and confused, and it wasn’t easy for him to put his arms around her again, more tightly, in a feeble attempt to offer the comfort she was seeking. The part of him that longed to give it was too lost in the rest of him, the demon responsible for her pain. Her barely noticeable vulnerability made him wish she were dependant upon anyone but him at this moment. He wasn’t the kind of person that should be holding her this way.
He deepened the kiss with something akin to desperation and then groaned suddenly, jerking his lips free as if they'd been burned. His eyes turned fierce and he took her shoulders in a firm grip. "Stop--" he demanded. "What.... I can't, Iseabail. I can't do this to you."
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May 15, 2008 2:31:35 GMT -5
Post by Maestro on May 15, 2008 2:31:35 GMT -5
She felt him pull away and tried to let go, but her body wouldn't obey her. What was going on? Iseabail was trying not to make things hard for either of them, but apparently neither of them was really succeeding at that. But if Iseabail was seeking comfort, she was also trying to give it.
As he pulled away, she made herself keep still; she wasn't going to chase him. She saw the way his eyes changed and managed to nod. He didn't scare her, but she didn't want to make things hard for him. "Whatever ye may think of yerself, Armand," she said softly, smiling a bit sadly at him, "ye are an honorable man." Briefly touching his cheek, she whispered, "I do love ye, Armand. Please know that, whatever ye choose to do."
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May 15, 2008 2:41:50 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on May 15, 2008 2:41:50 GMT -5
Why did this feel so sad, so final? He felt a desperate urge to do something to fix it, to cling onto... something, anything. He refrained, pressing his lips together in cool restraint. The weight only got heavier. He hated love. It was terrible. Only love could cause this soul-hurt kind of pain. Here they were, two people in love, looking at each other like the world was ending.
"I love you," he whispered, feeling stupid.
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May 15, 2008 3:05:53 GMT -5
Post by Maestro on May 15, 2008 3:05:53 GMT -5
Smiling sadly, she couldn't help but give him a small, gentle, loving kiss. She hoped it wouldn't be, but it felt like she was saying good-bye. "Ta annaschd thu, Armand," she whispered back. And I always will, she added silently.
She paused for a minute, trying to gather the words she wanted. "Armand, if ye ever need anything," she started slowly, figuring things out as she went, "ye can come to me, no matter what it is. Even if it's just someone to talk music, ye are always welcome." She took his hand for a moment, squeezed it and let it go. "Ye are always welcome here, at any time," she said quietly, hoping he would know she was quite serious.
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May 15, 2008 3:18:19 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on May 15, 2008 3:18:19 GMT -5
It was becoming a struggle to keep this facade up. "You told me that before once," he said, his voice hollow, and somewhat dead. This isn't what I want, he thought. I'm not happy. He sighed and leaned forward, kissing her forehead. "Okay," he said, but he knew he would never come just to talk music again. He would come and see her and kiss her and tell he loved her, or he wouldn't see her at all. "If you need anything...." he added, because he felt like he should, but how do you tell someone you'd die for them if they asked?
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May 15, 2008 3:32:05 GMT -5
Post by Maestro on May 15, 2008 3:32:05 GMT -5
Smiling slightly, she nodded. My, but this visit was emotionally draining. She was probably going to have to compose, cry, or sleep after Armand left.
"Aye," she murmured, flashing another smile. "I'll know where to go," she said quietly. And now, as much as she would just love to tell Armand that she loved him and have him join her for a drink, she really needed to be by herself for a little bit to try to figure everything out.
Standing, she leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "Keep yerself safe, Armand," she whispered, smiling sadly.
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May 15, 2008 3:49:06 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on May 15, 2008 3:49:06 GMT -5
"Yeah," he muttered, shutting his eyes against everything, as if he had nothing more than a headache.
Wait, wait, wait, everything inside of him shouted at her. Don't leave me alone. I'll do anything. He pushed that part of him away, violently almost. He could at least sense she wanted to be alone. He stood to his feet, avoiding her eyes. He nearly made it to the door before he suddenly turned around, was at her side in a single step. He gave her a rough, fierce kiss; full of too many things, but brief enough that he didn't get attached to it. "Bye," he muttered, and then, shoving his hands in his pockets, he strode from the room before he could change his mind.
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