After Hours

Sylvie Ciel · 12-18-2010, 03:36 AM

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OOC: Wifey~ <3 Also, totally listening to this while writing it. Lyrics also from this song. :3

The winter's eve darkened cold and quiet, freed of the crickets and locusts of summer but shackled with the biting chill of Jack Frost. Frigid air crept into the cracked exoskeleton of the dilapidated old Chien hotel, numbing toes and fingers with tendrils of invisible prods, forcing thinner-pelted luperci indoors for longer and longer periods of time. For a particular moonspun gypsy, the chains of such a fate had already taken hold, keeping cocoa and creme beauty out of the frozen wilderness and inside the creaking cage of rotting wood and rusting buttresses. Though born with a medium coat, Sylvie still didn't have the thick pelt she needed to be outside often in the winter. It seemed that whenever the chill settled in, Sylvie would make her debut among the packs again, hunting for housing with room to spare.

However, this never proved to be a good method of keeping herself occupied. The generally energetic collie shea soon ran out of things to do indoors in a cave or other meager shelter- in the Hotel, however, no matter how drafty it became or how terrible it sounded when the wind blew through the holes in the frame, there was always something to do. For the past couple of days Sylvie had been dusting, plugging obvious holes, preserving any game she had mustered prior, and exploring the parts of the old human-filled building she hadn't as a child. One such excursion involved the rotting place's attic, and after nearly falling through the floor over one of the vacated rooms, Sylvie had managed to procure a few interesting pieces.

Ranging from bits of string to an old powdered hat, the junk she had found could not compare to the lovely pendant she had found beneath an old tattered dress. Draped upon a silver chain, the piece stood out among its peers in many ways, and so became a determined gift. To whom she would give it, that would depend... but for the moment, Sylvie was content in lacking the ornament. Instead she wore Caillen's well-loved old scarf, its faded checker patterns and soft warmth absorption a preferred bit of clothing over the usually chilly pendant. To the scarf also clung faint wisps of Caillen's airy scent, overpowered mostly by her own lilac and saltwater aroma. The length of cloth had become her replacement for that old bandanna as of late, and she was no longer seen without it.

Even now, as ivory paws and dark claws clicked their way into her claimed upstairs room, the lengthy scarf was furled around fluffy mane and gently curved shoulder, soft embrace one of the few things that had helped her to sleep since her fight with its original owner. Quietly humming a relaxing tune, Sylvie crossed the threshold and sidestepped her basket of strange things, releasing the knot holding the old scarf around her slender throat.

"When the world is in tatters,
And destruction is near,
You can come with us here...

When the people are strangers,
You'll rest here with me,
In a moment of peace..."

Soft, light, her voice was barely audible as the slender young lady hefted a runaway quilt, something else she had found in the attic of the hotel, up onto the bed she occupied. As she turned to take a seat atop it, her left foot came into contact with a round thing she had found in an empty room- a very heavy ball of sorts. Perhaps it once was part of the old fountain on the grounds, but for now it lived beneath her bed... and enjoyed stubbing her toes. Whimpering a little, Sylvie settled into her seat and examined her foot for any permanent damage. She really needed to take that bloody thing outside instead of letting it bruise her toes. Frowning a little Sylvie replaced her foot on the wooden plank floor and glanced at the pendant hanging on a corner of the bed. It occasionally danced in the breeze forcing itself under the injured window pane, but for the most part laid still.

Flopping backwards onto the bed, Sylvie draped the faded grey scarf over vibrant amethyst gems and simply laid that way, feet dangling off the side. She was not quite yet tired, instead having opted to head for bed early for once, and so instead made use of her whirring mind to imagine. Imagine, imagine... imagine she was a whelp once again, an unsocialized babe struggling with her affections for her foster sibling, trying to grasp why Alaine never disciplined her after giving her the dreaded hugs, or even worse, the good night kiss. A slight smile crossed ivory maw as she recalled these events with amusement. Oh how she had changed, learning what those things really should mean...

Caillen Winters · 12-18-2010, 04:47 AM

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He stood at the gate for a while, just watching.

The old dilapidated Chien Hotel gaped down at him, bare eye-sockets covered up by scraps of material or wooden boards as the inhabitants made desperate their plans to keep warm for the winter. It looked strangely bare, not yet cloaked in winter white but already suffering from the chilly sting.

The old metal bones of the gate swung open soundlessly, as though they knew now the importance of his presence here - their rusty hinges oiled by the expectant air, silent as it held its breath. Caillen exhaled a cloud of white before pushing open the door to his old life.

He knew, just by the scents of the corridor, that Alaine was not here. Her presence would have been notable immediately. The other, though, she was here. And the wolfdog knew, in his rattling chest, that it was her he had come to see. Large footpaws were soundless on the wooden slats. He had learned many things this past moon; Stealth, strength. Loss. But it was time to put all his cards on the table. It was time to return to his childhood sweetheart, and the woman who had broken his dreamer's heart.

The dark royal-blue scarf he wore, reminiscent of his time with another woman close to his heart, was pulled from about his thickly-ruffed ivory throat, and wound about one arm like a bandage. Avoiding a familiar step, who's traitorous creak would herald his arrival, Caillen mounted the steps with the strange hollowness of memory pressing against his skull.

Then he stood outside her door.

He knew she was within, because he could hear her voice - The familiar lilting tones of it burning in his chest. The youth took a deep breath. Then, because he felt no calmer, another. One large hand ran absently through shaggy bangs of sunlight and soft grey, revealing in full the still-cold of ice blue that had once been cloudless sky. Was this worth it? Was this pain worth it? He knew the answer.

He'd had the answer all along.

The door swung open silently, revealing her to seeking gaze. For a moment, those same eyes ravaged her; hurt and hollow were they, but lingering still on the familiar fur, the unfamiliar curves. "Sylvie."

Sylvie Ciel · 12-18-2010, 05:57 AM

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The silence enveloped silky form in the manner of a light mantle, exercising its grasp upon the pretty woman, but not in any dangerous manner. No, Sylvie breathed easily this time, not confronted with awkward vibes or those of pained kinship, instead left to her own devices beneath the light weight of quiet. The demons of her past clawed at their cages in the back of her silent mind, yearning to depress the usually cheery damsel instead of listen to her present thoughts. Though they pawed, they would not be freed, and so Sylvie continued to think on her good times with Caillen and Alaine, her visits to Ruri and Heath... those meetings she snuck into, and the adventure in the meadow.

So many memories, each a bird of a different species, chittering and chattering away in the home movie projector of her mind. Amethyst eyes watched nothing, hidden behind closed lids and wide scarf, while supple limbs stretched a moment in a luxurious manner. Platinum and cream locks spilled over the sheets beneath and around the scarf blind-fold, chocolate ears twitching ever so slightly. A soft sound, barely a betrayal of anything, reached the silent female. Soft nose gently scented the air in the general vicinity- though Sylvie moved not at all.

She laid there in silence, mentally shaking her head. Perhaps a Hotel resident returning from a walk? Faint tendrils of a familiar scent reached her, prodding at fuzzy thoughts for a reaction. Maybe someone was looking for food? The scarf over her eyes housed the same familiar scent as the one growing ever closer. Perhaps... inhaling sharply, Sylvie analyzed a much greater scent sample, positive this time that it wasn't just the scarf. Her smile faded slightly while the caller's steps resounded not far from her position. Aching lungs filled with the absolute scent of the hybrid male she once could not be separated from. Her door quietly creaked open...

And there he was.

Sylvie could feel his presence taking up the doorway before he said anything. His stifled feelings, the hot gaze dancing over her relaxed form... and then, that single word was all it took to confirm the collie girl's heart-pain. "Caillen!" She said in breathless surprise, sitting straight up from her location on the bed, the scarf falling from her eyes to land softly upon shapely thighs. Watching him a moment longer than she should have, Sylvie surveyed the massive wolfdog for changes. His new scarf was a handsome shade of blue, almost a match to Caillen's own color scheme, though the origins of such were unknown to the moonspun lady. She smiled sheepishly at him a mere moment before violet gems cast themselves down to socked feet. He seemed to be in a decent mood... a facade of a calm, quiet demeanor despite the situation both could feel hanging over them. Caillen had returned from his soul searching endeavors...

But... what did that mean for them?

Their relationship hung in the balance as cocoa and creme damsel seemed to gawk at her toes, awaiting his next sentence, his next phrase, his next word. What would happen to them now? Would they begin calm and simple in their conversation before soon shifting into a raging volcano, at each others throats? Forcing herself to look at him once again, Sylvie locked eyes with the amytal eyed fellow, hoping that maybe, just maybe, things wouldn't come to utter destruction.

Absolute ruin would engulf the Hotel, beginning with Sylvie's own bruised, crinkled heart. Pushed to its limits already, the barely surviving shards of flesh would likely cause the gypsy beauty's demise. Like Alaine before her, Sylvie would fall into a terrible depression, locked in her room until she either died of starvation or was rescued a second time from the brink.

Amethyst gems locked with sapphire facets, and ivory maw split to speak ever so quietly, hinting at a mixture of shyness and concern. "Did... did you find what you were looking for?" She said softly, folding up the scarf that once was his into a neat little bundle on her lap, slender fingers nervously intertwined with the folds of the fabric. The question of all questions. His answer, his full, complete answer, would determine if Sylvie would leave her room the next day.

Or the next week.

Caillen Winters · 12-19-2010, 10:17 PM

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She reacted to his words like a gunshot. Cold blue eyes watched as the young woman jolted up from her subdued position, and amethyst eyes met his instantly. A whiplash of pain and promise thrilled his blood. They studied each other a moment, opponents and pawns in this cruel game fashioned for them by the hand of fate. Each surveying the other for new chinks in the armor, new battle scars.

She was beautiful, sitting there. Enough to make his throat constrict, the icy pitch of his gaze warming a few degrees to flash subtly like shallow pools of water.

Then her gaze slid away, and Caillen suffered a moment of sharp disappointment. His own sights lingered on her still. Silence fell over them, and he could sense Sylvie's unease, building within her like a rising tide, until at last she spoke again. Shattered violet met turbulent azure. Her words rang in his ears, and he knew the importance of them, and the crucial catalyst his answer would be. This time, it was his gaze that turned away first, surveying the small room. The massive youth took a few steps into the room, gazing at her peculiar collection of human artifacts with false curiosity. "Where is my mother?" He left her question hanging, glancing at her only briefly - Not trusting himself to watch her for longer.

There was still great animosity here, regardless of any wills to make amends, or any underlying attachments the young pair had to each other. He had come here to finish it, and so he would. "I'm sorry for what I did tae her... And you." Back turned to her, because he didn't want the slender collie-girl to see the look of pain that crossed handsome features, the shame that burned black holes in his eyes.

Sylvie Ciel · 12-19-2010, 11:14 PM

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That ever dreaded silence was upon them again, dragging down high spirits and deafening the reverie with its mutely burning atmosphere. Sylvie was shot with a feeling of partial enjoyment at Caillen's question, glad to report to him on his mother's whereabouts. "She was called to assist in a birthing nearby... I am unsure of what time she'll be back." That last bit was true, though its addition spoke of connotations neither would admit to at this tense point in the conversation. His lack of response regarding her own question, after all, was more than enough to send the young woman into a defeated masque, ears lower than usual despite their floppy appearance. Animosity speared its way into the air as the mute speech took hold once again, giving life to the shadows without a sound.Sylvie watched Caillen, violet gaze tracing the ever changing patterns of slate and navy upon his spine, tenderness overtaking the originally shattered bearings of the orchid waves. He had grown so much since she truly could look at him... even if all she could survey at the moment was his hindquarters.

And what nice hindquarters they were!

Sylvie fought felt a slight blush pool beneath silky chocolate fur, heating her face to scorching in the frigid air. Caillen finally broke the silence once more, dissipating the heat from Sylvie's expression with a simple ease. He... he was apologizing? Sylvie blinked a few times in surprise, thoughts whirling in a tornado of confusion, happiness, and acceptance. It was no wonder that she forgave him so easily after what she had done to him, but the idea still felt a touch nostalgic. Was it right to forgive so quickly, even if the transgression was not terrible? Sylvie decided she cared not.

"Oh Cai... vous inquiéter trop. As long as you understand where you went overboard, well... that's all either of us could have asked for." Of course, she was referring entirely to their brawl, that fateful eve where all that seemed grand became ruinous in simple seconds, dancing on the flicks of a dagger'd tongue. At least now, though the air was still heavy, dredging up thoughts that could cause the same ending as that night, things were civil. There was no yelling, no fighting, no physical damage... and that was all Sylvie could ask for. As she mulled over this, the silence dragged on again, but this time, instead of Caillen being the one to speak... Sylvie did.

"Caillen I... I apologize as well... truly I do... for my... many transgressions." Once again that vibrant amethyst gaze was upon ivory footpaws, having abandoned the markings of Caillen's backside in favor of something a little less... throat constricting. She had missed so much of his life by being a traveling traitor, escaped her fears and worries by leaving them all behind her. Running was never a way to deal with problems that worked, she had learned, and with that in mind, Sylvie was determined to never run away again. "I don't expect you to look upon me with forgiveness... but I can at least say that I feel better having tried." A tiny, nearly inexplicable smile creased the edges of slender maw, as dark lids fell half-way over wine-colored orbs. She did feel better having said something, at least.

Softened gaze slid over to her foster-sibling's position once again, maw parting as if to say something else, before simply allowing a sigh to escape between alabaster daggers. Once more soft lips met one another while mind furiously decided what she could be warranted to say in this situation. She finally fully grasped the meaning of her feelings for the massive hybrid, but this... it wasn't the right time to come forward. Like their last meeting so many moons ago, when they reunited after first discovering the other was capable of shifting... she had so wanted to exclaim her confusing ideals about the boy then. Instead they remained tied up within herself, lost in the turmoil surrounding the startling mix of adoration and heart-pounding animosity she had felt with him that eve...

Finally, she had understood. Finally it made sense why he was the one she always wished for whenever something went awry. Finally it came to light why her heart leapt into double and triple time when she was around him, why her thoughts suddenly became ridiculously unsure when he looked her way. She loved the brute, whether he ever returned the feelings or not. And here... here was the time she would find out if he could stand her. Certainly, he had apologized for his actions their last meeting... but had he found another in his time away? Had his heart finally come to its senses and deemed her unworthy...?

Or did she ever have a chance with him in the first place? Turbulent plum gaze continued to stay locked on the slate and ivory male as she awaited his continuance of their conversation. What... what was his decision?

Caillen Winters · 12-20-2010, 12:24 AM

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He nodded to her quick reply on the whereabouts of Alaine. It was a relief to know that she had recovered enough to do her job, although the information in no way put the youth's troubled mind at ease. His mother had been known to work herself to the bone before, and he sincerely hoped that this was not one of those times.

The thought of Alaine pulled troubled feelings to the surface, a harrowed frown shadowing the boy's blue eyes. He couldn't stand to consider her for long, or the old feelings would return, and the confusion always threatened to swallow his restraint in gaping jaws. Best to leave that be, for now. He would deal with his mother when the time was right.

For now, he had other things on his mind.

That familiar French tickled his ears, and as usual Caillen understood what she was saying. Although he couldn't speak French himself, their time spent together as children had ensured that the slate wolfdog had a surprisingly large French vocabulary which he could understand. Her inflection alone had the ability to affect him so deeply, though; that familiar voice, accompanied with such an unfamiliar phrase (it had always been he telling her not to worry) made the large male shiver slightly.

He held the silence till she spoke again, refusing still to turn to the woman perched like a nervous dove at the side of her bed. It was a fear that if he looked at her now, he might do something unpredictable, something that might hurt her. And strongly, so strongly, he remembered the shallow glaze of fear in her eyes when they had last met - The memory haunted him still. Caillen wouldn't risk touching her again.

Sylvie's following words caught him by surprise. There was a strange note in her voice that he had never heard before, and it alarmed him, made him wary. Slowly, he turned to face her; Simmering pools of blue were still hollow with shame, and underlying it, the chaotic confusion of his own mind. He didn't know what it was he had wanted, coming here; what he had wanted from her. From them. All he knew was the need to see her again. It had eaten away at him, even when in the presence of another - He might have loved Sepirah, Caillen realized painfully, if Sylvie hadn't come back. If she hadn't shown her face again, he might have easily spent the rest of his life in real happiness with the ebony jackal. But still she took that from him.

He couldn't be happy, knowing she was here. He couldn't be happy knowing that she was waiting for him. He could never be happy, thinking that she might belong to someone else.

The snarl crossed his features without thought. Caillen wanted her to know what she did to him, the way she tied his insides in knots, the way she shredded his happiness. The way she made him crave her like a drug, the way she plagued his mind like a relentless sprite. He wanted her to know of the pain she had made him feel, how he had withered without her.

But the snarl died on his face, as blue gaze looked at her intently, drinking her in like he was a man lost in the desert and she an oasis. Of course he forgave her. He always would, and maybe that would kill him in the end; But he couldn't help it. Somewhere deep in the twisted cavities of his heart he still did, and always would, love her. Suddenly, the young male looked tired, just tired all over. Tired of fighting himself, and fighting her.

He stood awkwardly in the center of the room, blue eyes gazing at her desperately, trying to convey what his tongue could not. "Sylvie, I... I just... Y-y-you..." One large, clawed hand swept through sandy bangs, and then he was stepping towards her, standing a long meter from her beside the bed. The ball was in her court now.

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.

Caillen Winters · 01-05-2011, 10:51 AM

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Her joke hung awkwardly on his mismatched ears for a moment. It struck him as unbelievably strange that she could manage to jest at a time like this, but just in time he saw the look of utmost nervousness in her gaze, and understood, as he always had when they were kids. Sylvie had always been good at the fights, at standing up for his stutter when they were pups. She had never backed down from an argument. But speaking from the heart? That took more guts, and Caillen was beginning to doubt whether she had it in her at all.

But of course, she would prove him wrong, time and time again. Always, the collie girl managed to surprise him. Just as the giant had taken a cautious seat beside the dainty damsel, words streamed from her mouth, the verbal explosion enough to have him immediately take to his feet again.

For a moment, her words hung between them with comical clarity. His brain felt like it was stuffed full of cotton - All strange and plush, foggy, stuffy. Claustrophobic, like all of his thoughts and feelings had suddenly decided that there was not enough room within sunny-crowned head. There was an intense pain; At first, Caillen thought it was his head, but then he realized that it came from much deeper in. Much, much deeper. Eyes of sky-blue hue warred with startled violet. It would have been difficult to pick which of the pair was more surprised at Sylvie's outburst, for she too looked startled, and somewhat as terrified as he suddenly felt.

She was speaking again, but Caillen's jaw hung open on its hinges. There were too many thoughts, and they were pounding at his head like angry wasps, buzzing and fretting and stinging.

Painful. Being away from him was painful? A terrible dread began to pool in his stomach. Pieces of the puzzle were clicking into place, revealing a picture he didn't want to see. Self-injury. Sorry. The wasps were growing louder and louder. His mouth was shut in a grimace. All of a sudden, Sylvie was quiet. He could feel her gaze, speculating on the new scarf he wore. Sepirah - What had he done to her? Had he toyed with her, like Sylvie had with him? Were the pair of them just as bad as each other?

The anger was like a burning whiplash. Caillen wasn't done, not just yet. "Is this a joke to you, Sylvie? This love business?" He could hear the cruelty in his own cold voice, and a part of him begged for silence, but it was too late for that now. Hands balled into fists. Inside, he felt a terrible tearing, as though somebody was felling his heart with a rusted axe. "Of course I loved you," A snarl, now. He couldn't remember ever having felt more of an idiot. "Every day, Sylvie, I waited for you to come back. You made a mockery of my love, but I loved you still," A harsh bark of laughter. Her dreamer was tearing apart at the edges. And then the sadness, that which was an ocean, seductively luring him into it's depths. "Don't forget, my love. You walked away from me," Bitter, so bitter, "You left me waiting for you, twice. So why," He loomed over her seated form now, and one hand moved to grasp her arm, to pull her to her feet. Gentler, it moved to her chin, tilting up her pretty face so that shattered violets had no choice but to look into the snowstorm of light blue. "Why should I love you, Sylvie Ciel?" A husky whisper, ivory hand trailing over her cheek, brushing away a few rogue strands of violet-dipped blond, " Please explain to me why the hell is it, that I still love you?" And because he needed to, because he had wanted to since the first moment he'd lain eyes on her in this blasted hotel, the youth dipped his head to kiss her.

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