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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 23, 2006 12:08:26 GMT -5
Christine settled down on Sky's bed, waiting for him to get back from class. They had much to discussion. Part of which had to deal with what they were, the official title for their relationship - and if he said "Friends with Benefits" she was going to threaten to kill him.
And the other part had to deal with the school play and certain scenes within - like the whole bit with the wolf attack. Her stomach still turned everytime she thought about it. Maybe they could find a different way to have that scene happen - maybe fade to black and then fade in afterwards in the castle. She'd broach the idea to Sky.
She sighed softly and could feel herself getting tired while she waited. She yawned and couldn't help but lay her head down on his pillow, curling up into a small ball. Her left hand was tucked under her head and let her breathing even out. Just a small nap while she waited, really - she'd wake up when Sky walked in.
OOC: and cue Sky XD
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Post by Sky on Jul 24, 2006 19:08:27 GMT -5
Pulling out his key to unlock his door, Sky's brows raised in surprise as it swung partially open beneath the weight of the shoulder he had rested against it. Knowing full well that he had left the room locked when he had left earlier in the day, Sky tentatively pushed the door the rest of the way open and then frowned when he saw Christine curled up on his bed, clearly asleep. With a sigh, Sky marched over to his window and threw back the curtains so that the bright afternoon sunlight filled the room. Knowing that the light would wake Christine up, Sky crossed his arms over his chest and waited, determined to find out exactly why she was where she was.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 24, 2006 21:29:38 GMT -5
The light hit Christine's face and she reached down, her eyes still shut tight and pulled the sheet up and over her head - a somewhat clear sign that she was partially awake. She didn't feel like fully waking up - Sky's bed was comfy, and had his scent - something she found herself liking.
Finally, she pulled the sheet down and sat up slowly, stretching, working the kinks out of her lithe body. And then she said the few words that men have come to fear.
"We need to talk."
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Post by Sky on Jul 24, 2006 21:35:15 GMT -5
"About what?" Sky asked as he took a seat on top of his desk. Idly rolling a pencil between his fingers, he gave Christine a quizzical look as he waited for her response. Somehow - probably from the serious look on her face - Sky had a feeling that what she had to say was more important than him figuring out how the hell she had managed to get into his dorm. And instinctively, he knew that he probably ought to keep his mouth shut until she had had her say of things.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 24, 2006 21:41:23 GMT -5
"There's two things really. One's us and the other's the play," she said quietly. "First, the play... There's a scene... I can't, I honestly can't do it, Sky, without getting sick. The scene's the wolf attack in the forest - where the beast comes to save beauty. I can't, Sky, it hits just far too close to home."
She lowered her gaze for a moment, trying to compose herself.
"As for the other part... What are we? What the hell would you call us?"
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Post by Sky on Jul 24, 2006 21:54:35 GMT -5
Sucking in his breath, Sky rubbed his face as he took a moment to compose his thoughts. Finally, he asked, "Honestly? I don't know what to call us. You're one of my best friends and I love you to death as a friend and I've always thought that I could love you as more than that . . . but honestly . . . honestly things feel different between us. I know a lot of that is probably a result of this mess that my life has become, but . . . I don't know. I don't know how to say this without hurting you . . ."
Rising to his feet, Sky walked back over to the window and looked out at the horizon for a long moment before he continued quietly, "You don't feel like the girl I thought I loved anymore. Truth be told, the reason why I fell so hard for you in the first place was because you weren't like any other girl I had ever known. You were strong and smart and you didn't need anyone to come to your rescue. You had a temper but when it flared up it was always justified - you weren't like those girls who threw hissy-fits just because. But now, all of that fire seems . . . gone. And I hate that. And I hate myself because I feel like if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be like this. You would still be you and . . ." Sky trailed off as he shrugged lightly. "And I don't think that I'm good for you. I've turned you into something that you shouldn't be and I feel guilty. Indescribably guilty."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 24, 2006 21:59:50 GMT -5
"I'm growing up, Sky, I'm mellowing out," she started before she sighed. "And I'm tired of lying to myself," she snapped, her temper starting to flare back to life. "I tried to be the perfect model of a princess to appease your mother, to see if by action I could win her damn approval," she snapped. "I'm a pure princess damn it, it's just my blood that's not."
Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears - tears she would not and could not shed. "I've given everything to help you. What more do you want! Do you want my blood, would you like me to die for you!"
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Post by Sky on Jul 24, 2006 23:30:52 GMT -5
"That's just it," Sky said with a quiet sigh. "I don't want you to give everything for me. I don't want you to give up who you are for me. I don't want you to try to be something you're not to 'appease' me or my mother or anyone else. I want you to be that person I fell for - the girl who said 'screw it' to other people's opinions of her. The girl who was tough and confident and not this frail little thing who whimpers and needs me to rescue her. That's not you. You're like me. You're strong and smart and resourceful and you're one hell of a specialist. That's the person I fell for. Not some sniveling girl. I've had enough of that in my life. I've had enough of the damsels in distress. Disa was that girl for me. I've had enough of the neediness. Bloom was that girl for me. I thought that with you I finally had someone in my life who was . . . normal. Someone who loved me and enjoyed my company and was good-hearted and had a spine and had her own life."
Shaking his head, Sky crossed his arms as he leaned against the window. "And so when I hear you saying things like 'I've given everything for you,' I wonder if you're still the girl I wanted to be with. Who you are is what attracted me to you in the first place - but you can't be that person if you throw it all away for me. You know, I've always believed that if someone tries to live their life for someone else, they inevitably lose a part of themselves . . . and I don't want you to lose any part of yourself, Chris. Not for me."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 25, 2006 7:05:10 GMT -5
"Sky, don't you think I'm allowed to whimper and need to be rescued when people you and I really don't know for no good reason other then to hurt you attack me!?" she cried, feeling exasperated. "Ribestaus strangles me because he wants to hurt you because your family tree hurt him. The logic there is so escaping me. Wolf wants me dead because I'm quote keeping you from fulfilling your pack duties unquote."
She leaned back, propping herself up. "So, basically, you want me to be the girl I was before we got involved. Fine, I can do that. I can handle that," she said. She rose slowly and made her way over to him, embracing him from behind, resting her head against his back. "Now, if we can escape talking about us for a bit - we need to talk about the school play and what we're going to do for that scene..."
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Post by Sky on Jul 25, 2006 15:05:34 GMT -5
Lightly shrugging away from her touch, Sky quietly said, ignoring her attempts to talk about the play, "I . . . you should probably go." Vaguely, he added, "I need to do some studying."
Inwardly, however, Sky knew that that was far from the truth. While he did need to catch up on his homework, right now he needed to do some serious thinking about what Christine had said and what he had known all along: she was hurting herself by being close to him. She had tried to pretend that she was strong enough to handle all the things he had going in his life and he had tried to believe that she could. But now he couldn't. Not when she had just outright admitted that she couldn't.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 25, 2006 15:14:59 GMT -5
Christine felt her shoulders droop and she silently made her way out of the room. She paused in the doorway and looked over her shoulder. "Maybe your ghosts can keep you company," she said softly. Tears finally slipped down her face and then she turned her head away and headed back for her room.
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Post by Sky on Jul 25, 2006 19:29:35 GMT -5
Closing the door behind Christine, Sky walked back across his room and flopped down on his bed. For a long moment he silently stared up at the plain white ceiling, his mind completely blank. Slowly, however, the daze began to recede and he rolled over onto his stomach and buried his head beneath his pillow, wondering for the umpteenth time why his life had to be such a damn mess. Every day he faced nothing but new challenges and obstacles and stress and it was too much. He was sick of it. Sick of his parents. Sick of his curse. Sick of school and his friends and everything. Everyone.
Allowing himself to indulge in his self-pity, Sky pulled himself up into a seated position and then slumped against the wall his bed was pushed up against. It wasn't fair. His life wasn't fair. Hell, it wasn't even his life anymore. This life that he was living . . . he didn't recognize it. Just one year ago things had been fine. He had had a good, pleasant life and it certainly lacked the absolute madness that he had to deal with these days. And truth be told, he preferred it that way. The Sky he had been then was happier, more fun to be around and just a better person. These days he was a wreck. He was always confused about something, always saying the wrong things, always getting himself and everyone else he cared about into trouble. It had to stop. Somehow, he had to make it stop. Somehow, he had to get his old life back. If he didn't, he would go crazy. That was something he knew for sure.
Rising to his feet, Sky again crossed the room and this time, sat down at his desk. Flicking on his desk light, he grabbed his books out of his book-bag. The first way to get his life back on track: school. During his first couple of years at Red Fountain, he had lived and breathed school. It was all he had cared about. These days, it didn't even feel like he was in school. And it showed - in his grades and his performance. He, once the top of his class, was slipping. And that was unacceptable. With a firm nod of his head, Sky said out loud, "Not anymore. It's time to get back down to business. All of this crap that's going on . . . I'm not going to let it faze me. I am going to get my life back and I am going to be me again. And this is how I'm going to do it. I'm going to focus on what I love: school. That's it. School."
As he opened up his textbook and flipped a notebook open to a clean piece of paper to take notes on, Sky began reading, "In battle there are many types of weapons from which you can choose . . ."
The familiar words sinking into his mind, Sky smiled unconsciously as a warm feeling spread over his body. Normal. Things were starting to feel normal again.
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