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Post by Lady C.C on May 3, 2011 13:03:03 GMT 10
Split from: Glorious+invites Elias saw no answer in C.C's eyes. He realised he'd been impossibly stupid to expect it. He shouldn't have... He should never have let himself become vulnerable. He shouldn't have let his façade become transparent.
"I'm sorry C.C". It was the last time, he decided, that he would speak with such an openess in his voice. He removed himself from her, not knowing how to interpret the look she was giving him. He knew he needed to get away.
In the blink of an eye he had disappeared back inside, through the crowds, and out of the underground. He felt strange. A sort of broken. There was only one place he knew to go. It was a safe haven for him, if ever there was one.
Through the back-alleys of the town, feet slipping into grimy puddles and hands slipping on mouldy walls. Up a set of stairs. A grimy door. He slid a dark key into the lock. Through the door, and then to another. It was cleaner than the first. Elias stepped into the room, slumping onto a couch in its center. Below him he could hear the drunken rumble of the patrons of the Devil's Drink.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 4, 2011 18:56:41 GMT 10
The words encased C.C in a ball of cold ice. As his presence quickly disappeared from her paralyzed state. She wasn't surprised, more confused, than she had expected herself to became at such an action from him.
She didn't know why she didn't stop him, even though every cell in her body had demanded she did. C.C couldn't project the right amount of regret at her lack of actions to make herself move. Letting the harsh climate of the alley begin to chill her cheeks, and slowly dampen her hair. She just could not get how his eye's hardened like steel, out of her mind. He had expected something else for her, than what she had actually done. And it must of shattered some kind of hope he was holding in him. What he wanted from her exactly, C.C didn't know, but just as the bottle from her hand hit the ground, C.C too, was gone.
Moving like a small tornado as she followed his scent. Until she reached the closed door, to where he resided when he wasn't working.
C.C wasn't about to let him go just yet. She still wanted to dance with him, that was the point of why she wanted to meet up with him in the first place.
"Is 'sorry' all you have to give?" Already placing a hand on the door handle, C.C asked him, hesitating once she was actually facing the door. She knew that those words leaving his lips were rare, but so too was her waiting for someone.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 4, 2011 19:58:15 GMT 10
Elias lowered his head into his hands, letting his hair fall forward and hide his face. He sighed into the dark, dirty air of his apartment. He hadn't expected C.C to follow him here. It didn't even go through his mind, he had never invited anyone up here and no-one had ever visited him. Elias' home wasn't so much a place to him so much as a hidden part of his mind where nobody else had access to. Her voice was muffled through the door. It felt as if he was hearing it through felt, from beneath hands clamped over ears.
He let the words wash over him and remained unresponsive. He was lost in the realm of his own mind, caught up in the heavy fog of his thoughts. Tonight he had been so unlike himself. Too vulnerable. Hurmph. He kneaded his fingers in his hair.
Elias dragged his head upward and stared into the darkness. Stared at the sliver of light from beneath the door. Stared at the breaks in the glow caused by a waiting friend. The door was open. It was up to her to come in.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 4, 2011 20:21:43 GMT 10
C.C stepped through the space left from the door being opened. Revealing Elias in the dark, it was an odd sight, herself entering a darkened room from the contrast of the bright light she had left behind. Her feet stopping in front of him, as she patiently watched him for some sign he was going to speak. When he didn't even move his mouth, C.C's bottom lip twitched. As she cocked up an eyebrow.
"You don't get to do that." She commented, reaching up and gripping hold of his chin. Not giving him a chance to turn away from her.
"Not when I have seen you." C.C bit the side of her lip briefly, she didn't want him to avoid his own feelings inside, because she wanted him to be able to express himself when he was with her. It was easy for him to display his negative emotions, but harder, C.C thought, for him to show the positive as it hurt more when it got taken away.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 4, 2011 22:34:02 GMT 10
Elias' pupils contracted sharply. He shied away from the light left in C.C's wake. It was only when the door had swung to a close behind her that he looked up at her. "Ah" He inhaled sharply against the sensation of C.C's cool fingers on his skin. He didn't try to withdraw from the contact, but he refused to meet her eyes. He focused somewhere over her shoulder. He breathed with a great huff of his chest.
"Seen what of me?" The question was quiet and rough, breaking against the darkness as soon as it passed his lips.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 5, 2011 20:30:20 GMT 10
C.C shook her head slowly. Frowning slightly.
"Another side, your vulnerable side," She didn't stop looking at him as she moved her hand from his chin, to find his. Bringing it up with her own, toward his chest.
"You don't have to hide away from me, Elias." C.C said gently, as if talking to a beast she was trying to calm down. She smiled softly, as the tinged alcohol aroma reached her nose. Coming from not only his breath, but her's as well.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 7, 2011 11:36:50 GMT 10
Elias let out a low noise, from deep within his chest. Almost a growl. Part of him wanted to withdraw from this conversation, to shut a door between himself and C.C. People can get used to anything, and Elias had grown accustomed to dealing with his problems on his own, quashing any weaknesses or faults under a layer of denial and substance abuse. The lone idea of entertaining these weaknesses for someone else rubbed raw and painful against his skin. That's not the way he'd lived his life. That wasn't the way things went.
"I am not vulnerable," he mumbled with something akin to anger, and somewhere it was true. Not in his head, he wasn't vulnerable. He wasn't weak. There was a lapse, maybe. But that wasn't him. He wasn't vulnerable. No. No, not in his mind.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 7, 2011 14:20:47 GMT 10
"No,"
There, she said it. This time with more force then she had ever used with him. More fire shone in her hazel eyes, never deterring from her firm gaze directed at him.
"Your human. Just a human, you can't pretend to be something else." C.C tilted her head to the side. Trying to get her thoughts straight. She didn't want to make him angry, but it was looking like that's about all she was achieving. Leaning closer toward him, C.C was barely an inch apart. She could almost see the mental drama playing in his mind.
"Pretend to them all you like. Not me." Please... C.C mentally added. She wanted to provoke something other than the denial he was projecting.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 8, 2011 19:01:44 GMT 10
Elias shot C.C an angry look, but it was weak and there was no real substance behind it. "I'm not trying to be anything else, C.C." His voice was gruff, not letting on to his thoughts. All at once he was more closed off than he had ever been, more detached and still C.C was prying. Prying, like nobody cared to do before. He decided he didn't like it. She was pushing him out of his comfort zone and it made him uneasy.
Maybe it was about time he opened up to someone but that didn't mean he wanted to. It was something of a childish resolve and stubbornness. (It's too hard so you shouldn't try) Now where did that memory come from? Somewhere far away he didn't try to remember.
Eventually he met C.C's eyes with a look that assured 'this isn't a surrender'. His eyes were still hard, but at least now he was looking at her. "I'm not pretending either." And his voice was a little gentler. His tone bit a little less at the air.
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Post by Lady C.C on Jun 3, 2011 13:53:28 GMT 10
C.C made a face, a hurtful expression just barely brushing her features when it cleared completely. Her hand moved quickly, grabbing hold of his own, forcing it to rest on her chest, just above where a beating heart should of thudded.
"I don't even have a heart that beats," C.C cringed as she said this, a small tug played at her heart, even though it was purely mental, she believed she felt it move. "..and I'm trying too, .. " trying to let him know she wanted to maybe give it to him?
C.C stopped there. It was stupid really. She hadn't looked away from him the entire time, and now she couldn't even spit the words out.
Placing his hand, with her own, on his chest, feeling his heart alive beneath it. C.C swallowed, some non existent saliva. Narrowing her eyes.
"Prove to me you're not pretending then. Tell me everything. Elias Lo~rimer." C.C had planned, she would find out just why he tended to do whatever he was doing, when faced with what happened between them before. He would tell her, whether he knew he did or not.
After all, how was he to pass it, and be happy if he didn't?
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Post by Elias Lorimer on Oct 28, 2011 10:22:05 GMT 10
Elias swallowed hard against the feeling of course sand or fragments of glass, and then let out a raspy breath. What could he tell her? What could he say to prove that he was not putting on some façade? Staring into the darkness, and then staring at her, he moved his hand to feel the lack of heart beat. He placed his palm gently on the cool flesh of her chest, above her breasts. He did not worry that the gesture would be misinterpreted. It felt eerie to notice the distinct lack of life where it should have always been. It felt as hollow as a corpse, but more charged with something else. A small shiver passed through him. It was not of horror or disgust, but of curiosity.
The words, then, came to him easily as he determined the next move of his body. Perhaps the only thing he could say to prove himself. He leaned forward gently and slowly, and brushed his lips with a feather-touch across C.C's cheek. When he pulled back he met her eyes with a tremble in his own. "I'm afraid" So quiet. The dark room ate the words with a hungry vigour. Elias dropped his gaze.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 19, 2012 16:31:19 GMT 10
It crushed her, this almost tiny grasp of honesty. The only thing stopping her from wildly hugging him was the hand resting on her chest, an almost anchor. Her movement was reduced to nothing.
Her cheek hummed with the delight of his lips, however short, once lightly pressed there. C.C's eyes wavered, glistening with tears that refused to flow. Making her falter slightly, she shouldn't be pushing him. C.C wished she hadn't, the passion he was showing, it was like he didn't know how much to show, as if he'd like it better to show as little as possible.
"Afraid?.. Then choose not to be," C.C whispered, moving her hand to gently touch his face. "Elias, with me, please don't be afraid." She wondered how he would react, if he'd even take the step, fight his fear. Or perhaps, keep running?
C.C wasn't too sure herself. It'd been a long day, and, an even longer night. She didn't think they should be thinking about such things. Even now, she knew, he wouldn't be telling her, just why he was afraid.
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