After Hours

Sylvie Ciel · 12-20-2010, 01:26 AM

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The silence. Again with the lack of sound. Bodily gestures could only be read so far, the lights in one's eyes could only convey so much. Caillen appeared to have reached his end in terms of conversation, his tired expression, his unsure action, the desperate look in his eyes. Overall the poor fellow looked defeated, hurt, lost. Reminiscent of a lamb out and away from his family, liable to be snapped up by any predator available without so much as a glance. She debated with herself on what to do. What to say. What had driven her to wait for him as long as she dared use Alaine as a cover to stay around. Chocolate tail swished agitatedly a moment before becoming stark still, as if held down by an invisible weight. Caillen was still staring at her.

Sylvie stared back, long and hard, terribly aware of a weight akin to an iron ball settling in her stomach. She felt almost as if she was naked in front of a crowd. A strange will to feel shameful shot through her, but was quickly suppressed. That was something that had set off the male before- and Sylvie was not interested in seeing it again. His voice split with a stutter, large frame moved closer. The weight in her gut was nothing compared to the ache in her heart as he stopped a long, perilous meter from her, one large hand lost in his sunshine locks. Ivory fingers clung tightly to the faded checked scarf folded in her lap, betraying her nervousness. What should she do? At a complete loss for the situation, the lilac and white collie girl simply stared, amaranthine sights locked on cerulean counterparts. Her face was stuck on unsure, the shadows in her eyes betraying her worry while the bright glints spoke only of her hope. "Feel free to... to have a seat... carrot top." She said, a slight grin and attached giggle breaking through her facade.

That was a name she hadn't used on him often as a child, but it served to lighten the mood, if only for a moment. Her travels had done little for her in terms of relationships, but it had at least given her a new lease on situations without heavily weighted atmospheres on them. Her expression settled into a mildly somber quirk of the lips, alabaster hand patting the bed beside her as she shifted positions. Within a moment she sat sideways, one leg off the bed while the other folded under her, the foot slipping beneath the free limb in a makeshift Indian's seating style.

In this position she was completely facing him, able to turn her complete attention to the fellow without any chance to look at her feet... though her hands might take their place as her diversion. Steeling her courage, whether Caillen had taken a seat or not, Sylvie took a deep breath before taking the ball and running with it. "Caillen, I... Caillen, I love you." She said blatantly, a full body blush overtaking prickling skin, causing her fur to stand on end in some places. Startled by the sudden rush of heat, Sylvie was made to pause a moment, eyes widened slightly in surprise. "That is... I... well."

She glanced to the side nervously, taking a long second to recover. "I... I can only imagine if you have... um... if you have felt... the same... but being away from you..." She struggled to find a way to describe it, to accurately explain the pain, the worry, the torment of not knowing how he was, what he was doing... who he was doing... the absolute torture of seeing a couple on her travels and wishing their situation could be hers. It was strange enough for the terribly logical whelp she once was to grasp the idea of such a thing, of the forces inexplicable that so easily drew two people together. Even now, though she understood love was that force, she still didn't quite grasp how a simple thought could cause so much pain...

"It was... painful, to say the least. My reasoning to willingly cause such self-injury at the time... makes little sense now." She felt pain to be with him, especially while things were as heart-wrenching as they were now... but it hardly compared to her woe when missing him from such a distance. For a moment, Sylvie appeared to be a child again, her cares whisked away by the traveling wind and great company, and then she was just as tired as he was, eyes directing themselves to the bedspread, lacking the feet they had grown accustomed to seeing. The silence seemed to drag on for a moment, and then... "I'm sick of running..." She whispered finally. Sick of running, and sick of denying. The ball was once again in Caillen's court, and his response would make or break the lilac young lady. If he said no, she would be gone again, escaping his life to hope that perhaps, he could move on better without her there. If he said yes, well...

She would probably faint.

"I'm sorry..." She completed her rant of sorts with a likely misplaced apology, as if confessing herself in as poorly a manner as she had was a sin that warranted it. She truly did feel sorry, however, for wasting his time as she had for nearly a year. To vanish on someone you loved... if the anger, the guilt, the pain caused by that was anything like being the one to leave... Sylvie vastly understood why Caillen had been so... so angry. Her dreamer was gone, replaced by a maturity she never thought the slate and ivory male was capable of. And what was she? Still as stuck in the mud as she had been before... with a little more confidence in herself. A little more understanding of the ideas of goals, of plans, of dreams. She had grown to understand why she was so empathetic, and what it meant. Sylvie had matured in a new direction from her already matured childhood. She had learned what it meant to live... even if she had learned it in the most drastic of manners.

Once more fingers twitched and twirled at the fabric in her hands as violet gems took a long, painful look at the new scarf adorning her beloved's throat. She wondered absently what it could mean... and then looked down at the one she had essentially commandeered from the large hybrid. Her next questions would involve the faded old thing she held for certain- especially if his responses warranted an end to them as a pair.

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