07-11-2018, 11:02 AM
He thought about the time they spent together a lot. When his mind wasn't occupied by drinks and other women, it was recalling memories of that night, that time when he had been both fortunate and unfortunate enough to get caught in the rain. They had met before that, a brief encounter, but definitely an encounter he would remember. She had just been like the others, a random lady that he had mentally marked down on his list. But then she suddenly wasn't and he was afraid. Things had been so simply, so clean-cut--woo them and leave them the next morning, and above all, leave no time for feelings. Maybe that's where he had made a mistake.
Either way, he still thought of it a lot, when they were just friends that were watching a movie and laughing together. It was the first time he had truly felt like himself, like he was having fun. He had told himself that he would be happy once he had everything the world had to offer, when he was finally truly immortal. But after that it all changed. Really, he probably had to thank her. In a way, she had given sight to a blind man, who was foolish enough to try and ignore what was wrong in his life. He wasn't sure what to do now, but it was better than simply going on like everything was okay.
Greed inhales sharply as she speaks, cursing the pang of hurt in his chest. It was only fair she met someone else. Maybe they should have gone separate ways. But, of course, that greedy side to him wanted to keep her. He knew he was no good, and yet he still wanted to cling onto her, like she was some sort of life-line, one that could make him a good man. But that was unlikely.
"A chest?" he asks, feigning ignorance. He was a good liar. "Yeah, there wasn't much in there, though," he knew what Roxie was talking about, and he wasn't about to tell her that he had taken the letter. Otherwise he probably would have gotten an earful. He listens as she continues, figurative eyebrows lifting at her apology. Of all people, she was apologizing? It was almost comical, and he nearly let a smile slip. "Hey, dust in the wind. Besides, I don't think you're the one that should be apologizing,"
But he doesn't elaborate because she's already speaking again, though he probably wouldn't have either way. His pride was too much, even if he should have said sorry instead. But he doesn't have to think on it long before his neck nearly cracks as he whips his head to look at her. His eyes are wide and he waits, unsure if this was some cruel joke. He was anticipating her to start laughing in his face, but when she didn't, he could feel his throat grow dry.
He swallows, opening his mouth but unable to form the right words, not wanting to say something that would mess it all up. It feels like his heart snaps in two as Roxie goes on, a pit forming in his stomach. What was he gonna say now? He wasn't even comfortable with his own feelings. "It's fine! I mean, I.. was the one being an ass, really. I-I don't mind, yknow, that you love me and all that shit," real smooth. His voice is slightly strained as he struggles to comfort her. "You're a really... cool girl, Roxie. I'm not sure how a relationship would work, but we can at least be... friends?" so he wasn't saying yes, nor was he saying no. At least not outright. Still, the last thing he wanted was for her to start avoiding him.
"SPEECH"
Either way, he still thought of it a lot, when they were just friends that were watching a movie and laughing together. It was the first time he had truly felt like himself, like he was having fun. He had told himself that he would be happy once he had everything the world had to offer, when he was finally truly immortal. But after that it all changed. Really, he probably had to thank her. In a way, she had given sight to a blind man, who was foolish enough to try and ignore what was wrong in his life. He wasn't sure what to do now, but it was better than simply going on like everything was okay.
Greed inhales sharply as she speaks, cursing the pang of hurt in his chest. It was only fair she met someone else. Maybe they should have gone separate ways. But, of course, that greedy side to him wanted to keep her. He knew he was no good, and yet he still wanted to cling onto her, like she was some sort of life-line, one that could make him a good man. But that was unlikely.
"A chest?" he asks, feigning ignorance. He was a good liar. "Yeah, there wasn't much in there, though," he knew what Roxie was talking about, and he wasn't about to tell her that he had taken the letter. Otherwise he probably would have gotten an earful. He listens as she continues, figurative eyebrows lifting at her apology. Of all people, she was apologizing? It was almost comical, and he nearly let a smile slip. "Hey, dust in the wind. Besides, I don't think you're the one that should be apologizing,"
But he doesn't elaborate because she's already speaking again, though he probably wouldn't have either way. His pride was too much, even if he should have said sorry instead. But he doesn't have to think on it long before his neck nearly cracks as he whips his head to look at her. His eyes are wide and he waits, unsure if this was some cruel joke. He was anticipating her to start laughing in his face, but when she didn't, he could feel his throat grow dry.
He swallows, opening his mouth but unable to form the right words, not wanting to say something that would mess it all up. It feels like his heart snaps in two as Roxie goes on, a pit forming in his stomach. What was he gonna say now? He wasn't even comfortable with his own feelings. "It's fine! I mean, I.. was the one being an ass, really. I-I don't mind, yknow, that you love me and all that shit," real smooth. His voice is slightly strained as he struggles to comfort her. "You're a really... cool girl, Roxie. I'm not sure how a relationship would work, but we can at least be... friends?" so he wasn't saying yes, nor was he saying no. At least not outright. Still, the last thing he wanted was for her to start avoiding him.
"SPEECH"