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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 19, 2006 23:12:13 GMT -5
Christine had retreated to the familiar comfort of the observatory after that disastrous dinner and allowed herself to cry, truly cry - something she very rarely did. Eyes filling with tears and silent sobs, she normally did, but true heart wrenching crying, she rarely did. She felt so humiliated by the way Ambrose treated her in front of the others and by how Sky was acting so comfortably with Alice that she felt like a complete fool for still hoping she had a chance.
Silently, she dreaded Sky's return and the discussion they were going to have. Somehow, she had this feeling that he was going to tell her that he was happy with Alice and that all they could ever be was friends and to stop hoping for them to be together. She could feel her heart shatter as she thought about what he could possibly want to talk about - especially after that dinner from hell.
She quickly wiped her eyes when she heard the familiar tread of shoes coming up the stairs and she struggled to compose herself so it didn't appear like she had been crying - although the slightly red eyes would be a sheer giveaway. God, was she really that pathetic that she knew the sound of Sky's steps? She lowered her head, not daring to look up and see him standing there.
OOC: tag Sky
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Post by Sky on Aug 20, 2006 12:27:39 GMT -5
Clearing his throat, Sky walked over to the railing as he glanced out over the horizon and at the darkening night sky. Not quite sure how to start up a conversation, his mind still swirling furiously from all the night's events, he said with a slight cough, "I thought I'd find you up here."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 20, 2006 13:10:44 GMT -5
"I am nothing but if not predictable when it comes to finding places to hide," Christine admitted softly, keeping her eyes averted. The less he knew of her conflicted emotions the better. "So..." she started, before her voice trailed off. "Sorry if I ruined your date," she apologized again.
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Post by Sky on Aug 24, 2006 18:57:03 GMT -5
Remaining at the railing as he unconsciously flexed his fingers around the cold metal, Sky replied wryly, "I would hardly say that you were the one who ruined the night; I mean, I'm pretty sure most everyone would agree that Ambrose beat you to that - although," at this Sky paused, his voice suddenly taking on a more serious tone, "I would dare say that I came in a close second."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 24, 2006 19:36:18 GMT -5
Christine tilted her head in slight confusion. "And how do you think that you came in a close second to ruining the evening," she asked softly.
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Post by Sky on Aug 26, 2006 10:33:27 GMT -5
Shrugging lightly, Sky replied, "I could have, you know, tried to be more conversive or something. It's just that . . ." at this Sky trailed off for a moment before he blurted out suddenly, "It's just that Ambrose is a jerk and I'm sorry, but I can't like him. Actually, I take that back - I'm not sorry that I don't like him. After the way he acted tonight - what he did to you - you can't honestly tell me that you don't think you deserve better than him."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 26, 2006 15:20:45 GMT -5
"We were never together," she said softly. "I just asked him as a last minute date because, hell, Sky, I never wanted to go to that dinner in the first place. I couldn't stand seeing you and Alice together." Tears streaked down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry."
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Post by Sky on Aug 27, 2006 16:02:51 GMT -5
Hating to see Christine cry - and hating to know that he was the one who had done most of the hurting - Sky nervously wrung his hands together as he stood in tense silence. He knew he ought to say something, but he was afraid. Afraid that whatever he could possibly say would be too little too late. Afraid that if he moved, Christine would suddenly lash out at him like she had done on more than one occasion. The truth was, he just wasn't sure that he could stand to see her look at him with anger in her eyes - especially now. Especially after he had finally been forced to admit to himself out loud that he only loved one person - and that person was Christine.
Sure, she was admitting now that she couldn't bear to see him with another girl - and sure, to most people that would seem to say that she was admitting that she still had feelings for him - but this was Christine he was dealing with. Christine. Unpredictable Christine. Christine who could be in tears one moment and then in a heated rage the next. A part of him suspected that if he so much made a move to wrap her in a hug, she would very well slap him and demand to know why he would presume to think that he could just go running back to her whenever he felt like it.
No, he couldn't take that kind of rejection. It was better to just stand still and wait for her tears to pass.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 27, 2006 16:07:20 GMT -5
Christine looked up at him, tears still streaking down her face. "I'm a complete idiot, aren't I? I still love you and you've moved on," she whimpered. "Maybe I should ask for a request to switch teams so my heart doesn't shatter everytime I see you and think about Alice in your arms."
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Post by Sky on Aug 27, 2006 16:12:34 GMT -5
At Christine's naked admission, Sky couldn't help the fact that his face suddenly burst into an ecstatic grin. Quickly suppressing it lest Christine think that he was taking pleasure in knowing that she wasn't over him when he seemingly was over her, Sky moved over to her side and took a seat beside her. Casting her a sideways glance, Sky asked softly, his heart pounding in anticipation and his hands trembling ever so slightly, "You really mean that? You love me even after everything I've put you through?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 27, 2006 16:37:13 GMT -5
Christine nodded. "Yes, I do," she admitted softly. "Seems silly, doesn't it." She kept her eyes averted so he didn't see the tears.
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Post by Sky on Aug 27, 2006 16:49:03 GMT -5
Not directly answering Christine's question, Sky replied quietly as he stared down at his hands, feeling his breath catch in his throat as he forged nervously ahead, "Uhh . . . you know, tonight wasn't a total failure. I mean, yeah, it was awkward - for everyone, I'm sure - but . . . but I had some realizations too." Pausing for a moment, he then added in an almost inaudible tone, "About . . . about us."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 27, 2006 16:56:22 GMT -5
"Us?" she repeated in the same soft tone. "And just what did you realize about us?" she asked, tilting her head so she could look at him. Was he...?
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Post by Sky on Aug 27, 2006 17:18:24 GMT -5
Feeling Christine's eyes probing him, Sky felt his skin redden as he said, "Well, uhh . . . I guess . . ." As he stumbled across his words, Sky inwardly winced at how stupid he knew he must be sounding. Why was it just so hard for him to come out and say what was in his heart? Why couldn't he just stop beating around the bush and be forthright? Wasn't he a man? Weren't men supposed to be strong? Were they not supposed to be afraid to saying whatever was on their minds? Because if there was one thing he knew, men certainly didn't stutter about like complete idiots.
His sense of pride taking a serious battering, Sky blurted out suddenly in an attempt to reaffirm that he indeed wasn't some kind of bumbling fool who lacked even a trace of masculinity, "The truth is, Christine, somehow, it always comes back to you and me. I've tried to pretend that that doesn't mean anything . . . but it does. It means . . . it means that we're meant to be. And I'm sorry that I didn't realize or accept this before now, but . . . I was an idiot. A complete, and total idiot. I should have known better than to think that I could do better than you. Alice is beautiful and wonderful and so many other good things, but she isn't you. And that means that she isn't for me." Swallowing hard to fight back the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something might still go wrong - that Christine might still reject him - Sky took her hand and asked softly, "Can you ever forgive me? Maybe you can't - at least not right away - but maybe someday?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 27, 2006 20:05:12 GMT -5
Christine turned and hugged him. "I will always forgive you, Sky. Even if you are an idiot sometimes, you're my idiot." She lightly punched his arm. "Now, how about the two of us go out and get drinks, salvage whatever remains of this "date"."
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