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Mar 07, 2010 04:40PM
"So?" he shrugged, thinking of something else. "Be careful about how you act around Salem."
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"Yeah, I'm not allowed to remind her of you, or she'll freak out. I know."
Ellis laughed, "No no, that's not what I meant."
"What, then?" He said, his voice strained.
"Be careful how freely you bestow kisses."
"Believe me, I already am." Sean rolled his eyes. "Will you go away already? I'm tempted to hit you if you don't."
"You won't hit me, Say wouldn't like that."
Sean noticed a bruise on Ellis's jaw. "Oh? It looks like she's already done it once. I'll have to congratulate her."
His eyes darkened. "She and you are not one and the same, but go ahead and congradulate her, see what happens." Ellis turned and left.
Sean shook his head and watched him, then went inside. He went to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Salem.
As if hearing him (though she hadn't) Salem awoke with a start, sitting up quickly.
Sean's eyes were sad. "Hi." He put a hand on hers.
"What's wrong?" she pulled her hand back unconsciously.
He nodded. "Of course. Shadow - love - is it my fault that you cry so much now?"
He looked away. "You don't have to answer."
"You talked to him. Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes were brimming with tears and his face was contorted with pain, and he wouldn't look at her.
"I'm sorry! I didn't think it mattered!" she said, trying to ignore the voice that was nagging her, getting mad at her for wanting to cry.
"Of course it mattered," he whispered. "Everything about you matters to me. Especially something like this. Something that makes you cry so much, and then that makes you distant and strange some of this morning. How could it not matter?"
"I didn't cry Sean," she pointed out. "and the distance..I'm sorry. This stupid voice in my head is being an idiot." That's not what he asked you Salem.
"He has made you cry. And you had been crying yesterday, whether that was his fault or not." Sean sighed and looked away. "How is it that I can't be angry with you?" He said quietly.
Salem's voice caught in her throat. "I-I don't know!"
He looked at her. "Salem, I love you. Please don't hide things from me again. Just tell me, please. No matter what it is, it will be important to me. Everything that happens to you is important to me."
"If you want to know so bad just read me." she muttered.
"You know I don't like doing that. It feels like I'm invading your privacy. I'd rather you just tell me."
"It's not invading my privacy if I let you, dammit!" she exclaimed.
Sean flinched. "Salem!" He looked away again. "God, Salem, you are so... hard to understand!"
Sean stood. "I need to go calm down," he said quietly, leaving the room.
"Whatever.." she leaned against the backboard.
((Sorry I disappeared. Wow, I really am obsessed with this... I've written a poem and now a letter just for my character. XD))
Sean sighed and leaned against the wall in the hall for a while. After he had calmed down, he found a piece of paper and a pencil, and began to write, putting up a block in his mind so Salem couldn't hear him.
"Dear Salem," he wrote,
"Love. It's a difficult thing to understand. In the stories it's simple: a princess loves a prince who's perfect for her, and they live happily every after, the end. But in real life it's so much harder.
I've loved twice in my life, and one thing I've learned is that you never truly stop loving someone. That's not how it works.
You know that I fell in love with Elly, when she still liked to be called Lizzie. She ran away from me, but I didn't stop loving her. It's still kind of hard seeing her again, now that I have fallen in love a second time. She still has a special place inside my heart.
I know what you are feeling now, Mo gaol. I do not feel as strongly for Lizzie as you clearly do for Ellis, but I understand. My beautiful evergreen girl, I fear that the other boot has fallen.
I should stop calling you "my" this or that, shouldn't I? Because you aren't mine. Ah, Schön, but I am yours.
Please do not think that you must choose between us. "Darling, my darling, my life and my love," I would not do that to you. I cannot leave you; I love you too much. But I will not make you choose.
Bella Notte, beautiful night, I will always be with you, and you will forever be in my heart. If you choose to accept my love, I will gladly give it. And I will be here as your dear friend if you do not.
Your forever faithful lover,
Sean"
When he was done, he folded the paper and took it to the room, leaving it on the bed. His eyes met hers and he smiled sadly at her. "Read it first, and then we'll talk," he murmured, then turned and left the room again.
Sean sighed and leaned against the wall in the hall for a while. After he had calmed down, he found a piece of paper and a pencil, and began to write, putting up a block in his mind so Salem couldn't hear him.
"Dear Salem," he wrote,
"Love. It's a difficult thing to understand. In the stories it's simple: a princess loves a prince who's perfect for her, and they live happily every after, the end. But in real life it's so much harder.
I've loved twice in my life, and one thing I've learned is that you never truly stop loving someone. That's not how it works.
You know that I fell in love with Elly, when she still liked to be called Lizzie. She ran away from me, but I didn't stop loving her. It's still kind of hard seeing her again, now that I have fallen in love a second time. She still has a special place inside my heart.
I know what you are feeling now, Mo gaol. I do not feel as strongly for Lizzie as you clearly do for Ellis, but I understand. My beautiful evergreen girl, I fear that the other boot has fallen.
I should stop calling you "my" this or that, shouldn't I? Because you aren't mine. Ah, Schön, but I am yours.
Please do not think that you must choose between us. "Darling, my darling, my life and my love," I would not do that to you. I cannot leave you; I love you too much. But I will not make you choose.
Bella Notte, beautiful night, I will always be with you, and you will forever be in my heart. If you choose to accept my love, I will gladly give it. And I will be here as your dear friend if you do not.
Your forever faithful lover,
Sean"
When he was done, he folded the paper and took it to the room, leaving it on the bed. His eyes met hers and he smiled sadly at her. "Read it first, and then we'll talk," he murmured, then turned and left the room again.
Salem nodded, but he was already gone. As she opened the letter, her tears came: she didn't have to read a single word to know it would break her. Each sentence was both a curse and a blessing; something she needed to know, but didn't want to. But maybe, maybe she did want to know.
It was hard, to see how much he cared, making her feel all the worse for how she'd treated him. Salem wanted, in that moment, to leave everyone and just never, ever come back.
When she was finished with the letter, the beautiful, horrible letter. A letter of truths so true that it hurt just to see them, Shadow set it down. She lowered her silver curls into her hands and cried.
Without abandom her tears fell like reckless waterfalls, rivers over an alabaster plain, stained with the faint rose of sorrow. She could barely breathe, but the breaths her lungs consumed were not the silent ones of quietude, nor the light ones of happiness: they were wracking, and heartwrenching.
But she didn't care.
All she knew, besides her feelings from the letter, was that the terrible voice in her head wouldn't leave her alone now.
((btw, that was a beautiful letter))
((Thanks. I write letters a lot because I can't express myself properly by just speaking, so I'm used to it. Poor Sean and Salem...))
Sean was almost afraid to go outside, afraid to be confronted by Ellis again, so he leaned against the wall in the hall. He felt the pulling at his heart again as he heard her crying, but he couldn't do anything about her. "Oh, Salem, Mo gaol, don't cry," he whispered, though he knew she wouldn't hear.
He wished he didn't have to make her cry so much. He knew now that Ellis had been right, and that hurt. He wanted to go comfort her, but he was afraid to, afraid she'd push him away or, worse, that she would let him but then would regret it later when she realized that she couldn't accept his love anymore.
His heart had been poured into that letter, and he had given it to her. It was forever hers, to do with as she pleased. He knew it would end up breaking, but he hoped she would be gentle when it did.
"Shadow..." he whispered, "Be careful with my heart."
Sean was almost afraid to go outside, afraid to be confronted by Ellis again, so he leaned against the wall in the hall. He felt the pulling at his heart again as he heard her crying, but he couldn't do anything about her. "Oh, Salem, Mo gaol, don't cry," he whispered, though he knew she wouldn't hear.
He wished he didn't have to make her cry so much. He knew now that Ellis had been right, and that hurt. He wanted to go comfort her, but he was afraid to, afraid she'd push him away or, worse, that she would let him but then would regret it later when she realized that she couldn't accept his love anymore.
His heart had been poured into that letter, and he had given it to her. It was forever hers, to do with as she pleased. He knew it would end up breaking, but he hoped she would be gentle when it did.
"Shadow..." he whispered, "Be careful with my heart."
((*sad face* Gah, I know! poor them))Slowly, the sobs abated, leaving her feeling empty and hollow. Wiping the reminiscent traces of tears from her cheeks and eyes she saw the folded letter again. Carefully, she took it in her hands, folding it smalled until it was just a small square no larger than a canadian dollar coin. Shadow looked at it for a few minutes in silence before tucking it into her shirt, "Close to my heart," she whispered, a solitary droplet of salty water running down her face momentarily before being banished by her fingers.
((I cried when I wrote the letter. I really did.))
He wondered if she had noticed the tear stains that had made the ink run in some places, wondered if she knew how hard it had been for him to write the letter that might break them apart. He sighed and raised a hand to his face, making sure that no tears lingered. He went to the living room and sat down on the couch, finding a book and opening it to a random page, pretending to read it. He was distracted, though, all his thoughts on her.
He wondered if she had noticed the tear stains that had made the ink run in some places, wondered if she knew how hard it had been for him to write the letter that might break them apart. He sighed and raised a hand to his face, making sure that no tears lingered. He went to the living room and sat down on the couch, finding a book and opening it to a random page, pretending to read it. He was distracted, though, all his thoughts on her.
(( Awww!))As she stood to leave, she didn't bother blocking her mind: why should she? Before encountering anyone else she escaped to the restroom, redoing her hair and splashing clear and cold water on her face, drying it quickly before going into the kitchen.
((So, I finished posting Two Sparrows today. It was thirty chapters... I'm not in a hurry for you to finish it or anything, just thought I'd let you know.))
Sean noticed that the book was an anthology of Edgar Allan Poe's works, and that the page he'd flipped to was the page with the poem Annabel Lee. He almost smiled. He'd used a line from that in the letter.
Sean noticed that the book was an anthology of Edgar Allan Poe's works, and that the page he'd flipped to was the page with the poem Annabel Lee. He almost smiled. He'd used a line from that in the letter.
((holy moly. I shall try to finish it up in the next few days!))She found her glass and started to refill it, her shaking hands managing to drop it in the sink instead of on the floor. But still it cracked, breaking into three pieces that she immediately tried to pick up, not thinking of the consequences. Crimson red lined the glass now, her hands torn and bloody. "Oh.."
((Okay. Thank you for reading it! (:))
He was there almost immediately. He took the pieces carefully from her hands and put them in the trashcan, then found two rags and wrapped them around her hands. "You should be careful," he said quietly as he tied the cloth. "Is anyone with us a Healer? I don't know everyone's gifts yet..."
He was there almost immediately. He took the pieces carefully from her hands and put them in the trashcan, then found two rags and wrapped them around her hands. "You should be careful," he said quietly as he tied the cloth. "Is anyone with us a Healer? I don't know everyone's gifts yet..."
((no prob, I liek to see how Sean and Lizzie are, and it's a good story))She stared at her now-covered hands, looking up when he spoke to her. "Blaze is.." Shadow's voice was hoarse from the tears.
((I'm glad you think so... I was only twelve when I wrote it, though I've edited it since then...))
He nodded. "Sit down. I'll go wake him." He led her to the living room, then darted to Liv's room, where Blaze was sleeping. He knocked on the door.
He nodded. "Sit down. I'll go wake him." He led her to the living room, then darted to Liv's room, where Blaze was sleeping. He knocked on the door.
((good job!))Shadow sat down obediently.
Blaze opened the door, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah?"
((:) Thank you.))
"Hey, sorry to wake you. Salem broke a cup and it cut up her hands pretty bad. Could you heal her?"
"Hey, sorry to wake you. Salem broke a cup and it cut up her hands pretty bad. Could you heal her?"
"Sure thing," he said, smiling. "Silly girl."
"Thank you," Sean said seriously.
"Yeah. Unless she hasn't wandered off." Sean smiled slightly.
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