Strong Enough to Forget [Tiz]
Jul 26, 2015 8:57:21 GMT -6
Post by Charlotte on Jul 26, 2015 8:57:21 GMT -6
Charlotte took pause as Tiz grasped her wrist just before she could disappear out of the door. She’d chuckled at the joke about his pendant, said her piece, tried to break away, but she still found herself obliged to stop for him. Even with the door in front of her, she couldn’t simply walk through, not with the man’s silent plea for her to stay, even if just for a moment longer. What could he possibly want to say, to add to what had already been said in the room?
The way his eyes had watched her as she pocketed his letter, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was somehow worried of her intent. The note was comforting - even if the thought of her having shared things so personal to her was not - but she couldn’t simply leave it for someone to find. That would be the easiest way to send someone on the chase for the man, and she would not let that happen. Her memory was sharp, so she would be able to remember the words, but the note itself couldn’t remain. She’d burn it the first opportunity she had.
As he spun her around, Charlotte wondered again what his intent could be with stopping her departure. The gaze they exchanged was intense, one that held so much weight it would be no surprise if the ceiling came crashing down above them. While intricate, deep, there was one thing that was very clear: neither of them knew where this would go, where this could go. Even with the confidence Tiz showed in her bringing his mother’s pendant back, she could see the hint of doubt, of knowing this could be the last time they crossed paths. As much as she said it, Charlotte wasn’t sure she wanted to it be.
Such simple words meant so much more than any drawn-out oration could portray. The gentleness of his voice, the soft, melancholy look in his eyes, paired with those two words: “Be careful” - the amalgamation betrayed his feelings for her. But in the moment, past the pain she was in, past the thought of her travels ahead - Charlotte felt herself betraying her attempts to distance herself.
Without much thought beyond what she instinctively wanted to do, Charlotte again drew near, rising to her toes and brushing her cheek against his, her lips coming to rest just beside his ear. She said nothing for a moment, simply closing her eyes before responding breathily: “I promise, I’ll try.” As she drew back, she could not help but let her lips graze his cheek, the lingering gesture much like the one she had tried to bring their first encounter to a close with. The move was different now, not one of consolation, but of something else. She wasn’t sure what.
Drawing back completely, Charlotte slipped her wrist from the man’s hand, turning to the door and opening it. After a final fleeting glance, she slipped out the door, her mind hazily shifting to where her travels were about to take her.
[Exit Thread]
The way his eyes had watched her as she pocketed his letter, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was somehow worried of her intent. The note was comforting - even if the thought of her having shared things so personal to her was not - but she couldn’t simply leave it for someone to find. That would be the easiest way to send someone on the chase for the man, and she would not let that happen. Her memory was sharp, so she would be able to remember the words, but the note itself couldn’t remain. She’d burn it the first opportunity she had.
As he spun her around, Charlotte wondered again what his intent could be with stopping her departure. The gaze they exchanged was intense, one that held so much weight it would be no surprise if the ceiling came crashing down above them. While intricate, deep, there was one thing that was very clear: neither of them knew where this would go, where this could go. Even with the confidence Tiz showed in her bringing his mother’s pendant back, she could see the hint of doubt, of knowing this could be the last time they crossed paths. As much as she said it, Charlotte wasn’t sure she wanted to it be.
Such simple words meant so much more than any drawn-out oration could portray. The gentleness of his voice, the soft, melancholy look in his eyes, paired with those two words: “Be careful” - the amalgamation betrayed his feelings for her. But in the moment, past the pain she was in, past the thought of her travels ahead - Charlotte felt herself betraying her attempts to distance herself.
Without much thought beyond what she instinctively wanted to do, Charlotte again drew near, rising to her toes and brushing her cheek against his, her lips coming to rest just beside his ear. She said nothing for a moment, simply closing her eyes before responding breathily: “I promise, I’ll try.” As she drew back, she could not help but let her lips graze his cheek, the lingering gesture much like the one she had tried to bring their first encounter to a close with. The move was different now, not one of consolation, but of something else. She wasn’t sure what.
Drawing back completely, Charlotte slipped her wrist from the man’s hand, turning to the door and opening it. After a final fleeting glance, she slipped out the door, her mind hazily shifting to where her travels were about to take her.
[Exit Thread]