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Post by Caius Emidius on Oct 16, 2012 10:56:24 GMT -7
Damnit, Damnit, Damnit! Why was he suddenly regretting what he said. He kept his arms crossed barely noticing her eyes sparkle slightly with what looked like water. Before he could comment or say anything she had walked off quickly. He stood there, guilt over taking his entire being. He hated himself for what he said. It was a bittersweet victory...no, not even a victory. It was a loss. She wasn't near him anymore, and he hated that the most. He never saw her walking away as him winning this argument or fight. He saw it as losing. He waited a few moments before following after her. Damn him and being caring. Why did he care about what he said to her so much. He kept a good distance behind her, following her around until she disappeared around the corner.
He didn't notice her by the statue at all. He walked by her completely and just stopped looking down. Of course if he just turned around he would see her. He shook his head. "Stupid....why do you say that shit Caius....WHY?!" he rubbed the back of his head wanting to just punch the wall, but he refrained from it. He stood there talking to himself, hoping no one had heard him at all. "Why can't you just say what you want to say...why does it always come back to spewing venomous hateful shit at her...and why the fuck do I care so damn much about what I say to her." Every single question he had was just flowing from his mouth. He couldn't contain it anymore. He looked to the floor and slowly started to walk off again, hating himself more and more every step he took.
There used to be a time where he wouldn't care what he said to anyone, not even her. He wished he could just go back to that time. It was far simpler in his eyes. He didn't have to worry about offending anyone because he didn't care. He didn't have to worry about making people cry. He would laugh at them about it. But as the years went on she changed something in him. Something he felt in his heart, gut, and mind. Something he couldn't ignore at all.
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Post by Thera Louise Mettalokis on Oct 16, 2012 11:22:08 GMT -7
It seemed forever that she sat there alone. Then she heard him talking. His words flowed from a fountain of disbelief. Was he really talking about her like that? To himself? She continued to listen as he ranted about her and the way he talked to her. Surely this wasn't real. Peeking out from behind the statue, she say him standing there with his back to her. Ok...it was real. Oh shit. Did this mean that? No. It couldn't. He couldn't possibly give a damn about her. Maybe this was just to bring her out of hiding so he could have another go at her. To make her feel worse about herself. That had to be it. Yet, there was something about the way he was talking that just made him sound so sincere. The witch began to scoot out from her hiding spot when he started to walk off. She couldn't let this go. She had to know the truth. Whatever the truth was, that is.
Granted, she had no idea what she was going to do when she got the truth. IF she got the truth anyway. Thera hesitated before following after him. This was a first. Her following him. Usually he chased after her, but they always argued after he caught up with her. Was it all false? Was what she perceived as blind hatred actually years of infatuation? Did he really care about her? Why did he? When did it start? So many questions rattled off in her mind. So many pieces of this puzzle they played were falling into place. Things made sense now. Like how he showed up whenever someone was picking on her. Or when he seemed to be soft and sweet when their arguments got really nasty. Sure, he would soften for about a minute then start up again, but it didn't go unnoticed. She had to know. She needed to know.
"Caius! Caius wait!" Why was she yelling for him? Then again why was she running to him? She could've just walked and said his name once. Why repeat it? Suddenly, she stopped. Thera didn't want to chase after him. Not like this. "I want the truth," she said firmly.
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Post by Caius Emidius on Oct 16, 2012 11:38:39 GMT -7
He heard her voice from behind him. Had she heard all he said. Fuck, why was this so damn complicated right now. Maybe she didn't hear him. Maybe she wanted to just get pay back for what he said to her. But she wanted the Truth. What truth? The truth he couldn't figure out himself? The truth that he didn't want to admit? Why did she have to follow after him and call out his name. He stood still in the middle of the hall way. Not looking at her, or even saying a word. He just looked forward down the corridor shutting his eyes for a moment, figuring out the best thing he could say. How could he make this whole situation go away? How could he just make her leave without making her upset. Finally he turned around slowly and looked at her. He knew what she wanted to hear. That he cared about her since first year. That she meant everything to him. That he didn't hate her. He just couldn't find the way to say those exact words without them getting stuck in his throat. He crossed his arms and looked to the floor. He didn't want to speak just yet, but he could feel the tension growing between them
He sighed and looked up at her, finally speaking. "What truth Thera?" He paused for what seemed like minutes, but it was only a few seconds. He spoke again. "A truth that I don't even know the answer to? A truth that maybe I don't want to admit to myself, let alone you. A truth that hurts every time I think about it? Something I can't bare to face because I'm unsure if it's the truth or just a complete and total bullshit lie that my mind is tricking me with!" He wasn't necessarily yelling at her, mostly at himself as he spoke to her. He wanted to just go up to her and let all of his feelings go in one passion filled kiss. He knew that he shouldn't do it, yet he took a few steps towards her. "Why does the truth matter to you?" He looked to the floor, and mumbled under his breath. "Why do you matter to me...." Why this, why that, why her....yes why her? Maybe that was the question he needed the answer to the most. Maybe it would answer all other questions he had asked himself in the past.
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Post by Thera Louise Mettalokis on Oct 16, 2012 12:01:26 GMT -7
The girl flinched slightly when his voice raised. She knew it was just because of he situation, but still it made her regret going after him. If he had just snapped at her and told her she was imagining things, this would have been far simpler. Then she could have ignored it and thought about it later on. But no, he had to give her this sch-peel about know fully knowing. Was that hope she felt? Hope that maybe she had found someone who wouldn't leave? Someone who would be there constantly, because Thera was already positive he would always be around. He was even when they were angry at each other. When he took a few steps towards her, Thera wanted to run. She found her feet, however, were not willing to work with her. It was as if she had been glued to the spot. Her heart raced, not knowing what was to come. It gave her a small thrill that she hadn't felt in years. The feeling terrified her.
"I want to know.." She stated weakly. Her mind was working in overdrive. It had to figure this all out and quickly. "Just tell me what it is you want to say! You say just about everything else. Why is this so hard? Huh? Just fucking say it!" Ok so maybe cussing at him wasn't the best option but she knew how to get him to talk. She just had to figure out which buttons would get him to open up about this particular situation. "Why me, Caius?! Why? You've bullied me for years! Why all of a sudden are you acting like this?"
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Post by Caius Emidius on Oct 16, 2012 12:14:25 GMT -7
He noticed her flinch at the raising of his voice. He stood there looking at her, unable to find the rights to say to respond to her. Everything he wanted to say was just a jumbled up mess in his head, and heart. He just stood in silence for a long time. The awkward silence becoming almost unbearable between the two of them. Why her indeed. A question he couldn't just come flat out and say. It was to hard for him to say anything like this to her. Why did she always seem to put him in this position. Knowingly or not, he always felt like this around her, and he couldn't control that. He took a few more steps, unconsciously, towards her. He looked down at her, hesitant at first before finally speaking to her. "You want to know why?.....you want to know what the fuck i want to say?!" He glared down at her before grabbing her face with both of his hands and kissing her hard, full of passion and all the emotions that he had felt all these years. All the things he wanted to say, practically being said with that one kiss. All the questions he had in his mind being answered in one way or another. Still that one question remained in his head, Why her?
He didn't break the kiss for a long time, keeping her close to him, not wanting to let her go just yet, until she understood fully. Until she understood exactly what he was trying to say. Until all of her questions had been answered. After a while he broke the kiss and backed up from her, looking her in the eyes. But it wasn't a cold, and pissed off stare. It had that look of slight relief to finally have been able to do that. Seven years worth of emotions just being let loose in that one kiss. Seven years of feelings he couldn't contain anymore. He felt slightly relieved to have that all taken off of his shoulders. He spoke in a calm voice, no longer angry or frustrated. "Does that answer your questions?"
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Post by Thera Louise Mettalokis on Oct 16, 2012 12:39:59 GMT -7
She thought he was going to hit her. Honestly, her confusion would have preferred it. When his lips crashed down upon hers, Thera swore she was dreaming. She swore she was going to wake up at any moment and realize she was in her dorm. Was he really kissing her? Was she really responding to the kiss? Her body reacted in away she had never felt before. Her arms suddenly felt need to be around his neck, and not to choke him out either. She never wanted it to end. So much emotion thrown into this single kiss. A kiss that would change the face of their relationship forever. She didn't have to be alone anymore. She would have him. She would have someone there. He wanted her, he wanted her around. Thera was so certain of that. She felt it too. She felt the love of seven years fall on top of her. How badly she wanted it.
Then she came to her senses. This was Caius. This was the boy sh had vowed to loath for all eternity. She couldn't possibly love him. No this right here was a mistake. This was heartbreak waiting to happen. As quickly as she needed him, it faded. Like so many times before, her heart failed to comply. Just this once it was her brain and body screaming "be his!" Her insides turned cold and she stopped kissing back. The second he let her go, her hand leaped up and smashed across his face in a hard slap. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" She shouted. Angry, more at herself than at him. In less than five seconds, she had convinced herself he was just trying to use her. Just like all the others, he was trying to use her emotions against her to get into her pants for a night. Hatred consumed the girl's green eyes as they flared to life. A mask of anger was etched onto her face. She once more safely hated him.
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Post by Caius Emidius on Oct 16, 2012 12:58:04 GMT -7
He stood there quietly, waiting for her response. It was a response he wasn't expecting. One second his face was perfectly fine, the next it was stinging and had a red mark on it. Maybe he deserved that. No, not maybe. He DID deserve that. He glared back at her at her question. "Answering your fucking questions! THATS WHAT!" his anger flared, the slap to the face getting him slightly angry. He wasn't about to take this shit from her. He wasn't going to take it from anyone. He looked her in the eyes. A cold hard stare, and he continued to yell at her. " YOU DRIVE ME INSANE THERA! NO MATTER WHAT I DO I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD! BECAUSE TRUST ME, IF I COULD I WOULD! YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND SHIT ABOUT EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS, YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND SHIT ABOUT WHAT I'M FEELING. BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO EMOTIONS, NO FEELINGS! YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYONE, NOT EVEN MYSELF, BUT YET I CAN'T EXPLAIN WHY I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!" He went quiet for a few moments.
His thoughts ran through his mind quickly. his anger still raging, wanting to just hit her and let all of his feelings out, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. He took a deep breath and went quiet, no longer yelling, but the tone in his voice was still pretty angry. "For as long as I can fucking remember, I've cared about you, WHY I DON'T KNOW, I JUST HAVE.....and I can't stop. OK?! Is that the answer you were looking for? Is that what you wanted to hear? Because if you want me to just tell you to fuck off, it's to late for that right now......" He backed up from her and turned his back to her wanting to just walk away, but he couldn't move his legs to walk, as if he forgot how to. He couldn't walk away from her. He kept his back to her and stood there quietly now looking straight ahead.
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