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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 0:53:58 GMT -8
He stared quietly, for several moments. He brought up a hand, taking the ring gently in it. He smiled to himself before letting it drop- not carelessly- but instead kindly. He would turn around and pick back up his glass. He wouldn't comment on her being in the room, instead going for what she needed to find out.
"And what was it, exactly, you wanted to know? If you still had feelings for me? Or the other way around?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 0:55:53 GMT -8
"Both" She said calmly, still smiling and standing there looking at it before shoving it back into her shirt.
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 1:02:45 GMT -8
He stared again, for an uncomfortable amount of time.
"Let me help you out by clearing up my end."
He drank the rest of the lemonade.
"I haven't seen you in a long time. When you came back, I hadn't seen you until that day when Amtrum was damaged. It wasn't long after that I was told you were marrying him."
He started to pour himself another glass.
"You are off limits to me, not because of any fear I have for Amtrum, but for respect I have for Marriage. But I don't propose for fun. It's for life. And even after you're married, I'll love you til the day I die, even if I bury it."
He would take another drink before setting down the glass roughly, taking off his slightly dirty shirt as he headed for the stairs.
"I need some new clothes- I had to fly through a dust storm. Relax for a few moments, would you?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 1:05:21 GMT -8
Bastille just nodded and sat quietly. When she heard him up stairs she looked down at her chest were the ring sat.
"Mathew was right......" She murmured. Until the day she died. Her eyes quickly flicked closed and she took to resting in her usual bored position.
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 1:11:27 GMT -8
Davids shower was quick, maybe 5 minutes, followed by him coming back downstairs dressed in a white tshirt and black shorts.
He would walk back into the kitchen, taking up his glass once again, slowing before her.
"So. Tell me- Why are you marrying Matt if it's not your choice?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 1:25:12 GMT -8
"Because I can." She answered bluntly. "And because....I want to." Her eyes stayed closed. She remembered their argument, Mathews and hers. That was what had made her need to do this. She didn't understand what love felt like or what it was. She only knew that when Mathew was around- she felt a rather large variance in her body temperature. It was an odd allegiance thing that had her driving herself in circles. But marrying him, it was the first time in her life since she was 13 that she had a direction.
"I am sorry David." Here is was. The apology she had been told to make - and now it was in reasonable traveling distance.
"I'm sorry that I betrayed you." Take it. An apology. Something Bastille had only ever given to one other man in existence.
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 1:37:53 GMT -8
David stared, blankly.
An apology? Well, unexpected. He looked to the ground then back to her.
"Bastille- I'm glad you and Mathew are happy. That you are marrying him because you feel you want to. But let's be clear- I'm not hurting because you of you. I'm not pining. I was, believe me. Who wouldn't? But you are getting married, and I have and will continue to move on. If you are looking for peace from me so you can live happily ever after by apologizing to me- I can't give it. Because the reality is, regardless of my happiness for you guys, when I see you up there I'll have no choice but to suffer with the simple thought: It should have been me. And that you took that away from me. Will you suffer that thought? No. And that's unfair. But that's life."
He would not look away from her eyes while he spoke, waiting for an explanation or to leave, whichever she preferred.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 1:50:30 GMT -8
Bastille just smiled and opened her eyes- looking at him.
"Peace is neither something I have nor ever will I obtain." She said looking down. No. She didn't know what it was to be a mother or a wife....she knew she'd probably never learn. She was meant to die in battle, alone. She'd grown so used to it that this? ALL OF THIS...was foreign to her. So foreign she'd forgotten how to feel about it. Half the time it took copious amounts of strength not to want to kill her own daughters because of the way the world was now...how it was probably the smarter option. But that wasn't what this was about.
"I much prefer the feeling of wanting to gut you like a fish. But this will do." she crossed her arms again and looked him straight in the eye. "I like suffering" She said. The Princess shining through, only slightly, but she was there. The 'human' side of Bastille or what was left. "It's homey to me." She sighed and it was gone. No, she would suffer, but she could live with suffering. That was probably the only emotion she knew aside from temperatures.
"I fulfilled my obligation by coming here tonight. I can go back to attempting to be a mother and soon a wife again. But," she paused, snickering
"I'm glad you told me."
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 1:56:59 GMT -8
"Obligation? You weren't obligated to do anything. You wanted to. And that's fine- closure will make your marriage better, I think."
As she stood, he smirked.
"Right. Not sure what it did to help anything but, you're welcome. I'm sure you'll do great. At least, I thought so, regardless of what you think."
A wink.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 2:05:51 GMT -8
"No seriously, Mathew told me I had too" She said yawning suddenly. She looked at him and shrugged.
"He probably knows I'm here right now too...not shocking, for jumping the broom we have a fair amount of trust issues" She said then snickered.
"Sad aint it, I can't tell what I need anymore- so I have to have that ass tell me." She sighed and looked around. "I couldn't understand that I 'needed' anything." Her voice was low. "Or at that it was okay to 'want' two things at once."
there was a long silence.
"I think I'll take that lemonade"
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 2:09:44 GMT -8
He folded his arms, looking off to the side a little.
"I just don't understand you."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 2:20:18 GMT -8
Bastille looked up innocently.
"You're not alone, I dont even understand me." She turned and went to get the lemonade herself. She poured it and kept her eyes trained on it while speaking the next bit.
"I think...I think that it's okay. That one day, you'll find someone and I'll be just as jealous over it as I would be now. But I'd rather think those feelings are me wanting to kill you rather than me wanting to be with you. So I will. I'll be selfish because with you I always could be." She put the container down and looked up at him.
"I'll keep this ring, because I can. I'll carry you with me, and I'll constantly continue to ignore you not because you are David Blaze but because you are a Dragon and I despise that title. I'll suffer because I can be selfish and masochistic, and I'll continue not exactly understanding what it means to be whoever I am supposed to be in this role. And..."
there was a pause as she made sure she had his attention.
"I'll continue loving you, and I want you to continue loving me- because I'm cruel and selfish. I'll be cruel and selfish until I can't be anymore. " She picked up the glass and walked over to him, handing it to him.
"The day I die....love,......or whatever an extreme increase in body temperature means" She said quietly and stepped away from him, leaving the glass in his possession.
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 2:25:02 GMT -8
He stared at the glass.
"Bastille...why are you doing this? Why are you marrying him? Why are you here telling me all of this? Why do you need to suffer? To sit in suffering is pointless. Just...do what makes you happy. You CAN do that. There is nothing wrong with it."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 2:29:48 GMT -8
"Because David, Suffering makes me happy...."
She turned towards the door and opened it.
"Because with him, I can't be selfish." She whispered.
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Post by David B. on Mar 18, 2013 2:33:55 GMT -8
He would watch her head over to the door.
"That's very sad, then. That you feel happy when you're suffering. It makes me think you've never been truly happy. Otherwise, you wouldn't feel that way. Wish someone could show you that."
He would stuff his hands in his pockets.
"Selfish? To be happy?"
He shook his head.
"You really just don't know."
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