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Post by Wes Borgin on Feb 4, 2009 15:13:58 GMT -5
He squeezed her hand carefully, telling her it was alright. He'd lived with it for a long time now. He didn't need to think about himself right now. He could feel something was wrong with her. Highly aware senses went along with being a vampire. Plus, Wes had always been aware of other people's moods. He was convinced that all men seemed to develop this since when they were in the company of seven women for most of the summers.
"I cannot call zat place a 'ome anymore."
He moved his head to look at her. His blue eyes had a peircing intensity about them when he was concerned. He knew that they could tell each other anything. He couldn't explain how he knew, he just knew. It was an unsaid agreement between them.
"Tell me," he whispered, or as best as he could. The way those two words camed out sounded more to him like "You can trust me." more than anything. He wouldn't be able to leave this girl alone without knowing he'd helped her.
Her smile didn't fool him. The way she was looking at him made him raise an eyebrow slightly in confusion. It was like she was expecting him to do something. To act differently. He looked down at himself, even more confused. Sure, he had forgotten a coat, but he didn't think it was that cold. He didn't look like he had anything on him. Why was she looking at him that way?
"Please, Giselle."
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Post by Giselle Blanc on Feb 4, 2009 22:46:19 GMT -5
«---G i s s e l l e---»Something's getting in the way Something's just about to b r e a k[/font][/color] Outfit"Tell me."
Giselle's own blue eyes searched his as he squeezed her hand and gazed into her. She knew he was searching for answers from her. Her smile faded. Could she tell him? It was something so deep and personal, and she didn't know if she could confess to anyone about what had happened. Hell, her aunt, the woman she was incredibly close to beyond her own mother, had no idea why she had left France so frantically. And she had never pressed for answers. Giselle was happy about that. She was almost sure that Fleur would send a hell so horrible to Claude that he would wish he were dead, or away from her, anyway. And though Giselle hated Claude for what he had done, she couldn't bear to put her aunt through the agony of knowing her own sister, Giselle's mother, had ignored it all along.
"Please, Giselle."
Giselle came back from her thoughts, her eyes refocusing on his face once more. She wasn't sure it was the 'please', or just the fact that there was something between the two of them that they were both aware of, but she knew she would tell him. And if she cried? Well, it was a given. She would most likely shed a few tears at unmasking what had marred her soul so badly.
"Mon père..." Giselle whispered, closing her eyes at the title. "My... father, eef zat eez what I should call 'im. 'Ee..."
He what? Well, Giselle knew exactly what he had done. She was so young, and so damn innocent. Hell, she hadn't even been aware of what sex was and how it felt. She knew she would never get the chance to have an amazing first experience with anyone because Claude had robbed her of that innocence years ago. What would she tell the man she married? How would he feel about such an atrocity? Would he be vengeful? Or would he not be able to stand the sight of her?
"Claude molested me." Giselle finished, the words coming out in a fast flow. She never opened her eyes and she turned her face to the sky. She could feel the one wet tear seep out of her eye -- which had been much less than she expected -- and let it roll down her pale cheek.
She wrapped her free arm around her small chest, squeezing the white wool to her. She had been content, if not a little chilly, with just the thick sweater and light pink scarf to keep her warm... But now she felt terribly cold. The fact that she had just admitted what Claude had done to her aloud was enough to turn her whole body icy.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Feb 4, 2009 23:27:52 GMT -5
"My... father, eef zat eez what I should call 'im. 'Ee..."
He could feel his eyes urge her to go on. Feel everything about him tense in anticipation. He felt his grip on her hand tighten tenderly. He needed to know. He had to. Carefully his eyes followed her every facial expression as it faded from a smile to a frown. Deep set and full of pain. He could sense her aura shift to that dark place and he felt regret for asking.
"Claude molested me."
Out of every possible thing that girl could have said, Wes was not expecting that. Nothing like that. He had expected something along the lines of her parents were gone or she had lived through almost drowning or an attack of some sort. He couldn't beleive it for a split second there. Suddenly all his problems had melted away. They didn't matter anymore. They were petty compared to the demon looming over her.
He had no idea what to say. He had pressed for an explanation to why this beautiful girl was outside in the dark in the cold and he had got one. He felt very aware of how disgusted she must be with herself even though it wasn't her fault. He also felt very aware that he was seething under his surface. That all to familiar fire of hatred that he felt towards what he was burning just below his skin. He felt his eyes flash dangerously and his teeth ache slightly as they began to extend. He had to pull himself out of that state as not to frighten her more.
Carefully, he reached his thumb over to wipe her tear away. He needed some way to tell her it was okay. She didn't have to be afraid anymore. He thought over how he was going to do that. There was only one secret big enough to tell and he owed it to her to admit it. It wasn't half as bad as hers, but she had trusted him with that information and he had to trust her with his.
He turned back towards the sky, a quiet sigh escaped him before he said very carefully, "I'm a vampire."
He felt weight lift off his chest now that someone knew. But, that was quickly followed by the worry that she would think him a monster as well. A blood thirsty monster that was more of an animal than a human. That was a common reaction amongst mortals. But, then again, maybe she would understand all the hurt he had seen. Maybe she would know he understood. She could trust him with anything now. That was, if she didn't run away screaming.
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Post by Giselle Blanc on Feb 5, 2009 20:03:49 GMT -5
«---G i s s e l l e---»Something's getting in the way Something's just about to b r e a k[/font][/color] OutfitGiselle did not cringe away from Wes as he rubbed a thumb along her cheek. He was trying to be comforting, and she appreciated it. It was nice to have a good touch after she relived all of those bad touches. Claude's touches always felt like fire searing into her skin after the first time he came after her. And Wes's? His felt like cold water getting rid of those flames. She liked the feeling, and her tears ceased before they were able to flow out of her pale blue eyes.
She was quiet, just as he was, and she slowly opened her eyes to stare at the stars above them. She always admired the stars and their glorious beauty. They seemed so peaceful and tranquil whenever she saw them, and those were aspects she deeply craved for in her own life. She could get lost in the stars...
"I'm a vampire."
Giselle's thoughts froze. She was no longer thinking of the stars, but she was thinking of the man next to her who was touching her hand. He was holding on to the top of her hand, trying to give her some comfort, and he was... he was a vampire. Yet... had he done anything to harm her? Giselle had heard plenty of horror stories about vampires, werewolves, and the like... But Wes didn't strike her as the monster those stories portrayed. In fact, he seemed very near human. She had never suspected him of being something more. Hell, how many vampires still held their magical qualities? None, that she had heard of. Obviously, Wes was different.
She flipped her hand over slowly, her small fingers lacing in to his to give his large hand a squeeze. She wanted... No, she needed him to know that he was okay. Vampire or not, she had all ready known she would trust him. Especially when he knew her secret now.
"Eet eez okay," Giselle said kindly, turning her face to him. "I weel not run away."
As if to prove her point, she gave his hand another squeeze and turned on her side so she was now fully facing him. Her smile was soft, yet genuine, and she had no fear within her. If he were going to hurt her, she was sure he wouldn't have played games with her for that long... And he wouldn't have felt bad for what her supposed father had done to her. In fact, they might not have had that conversation at all.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Feb 6, 2009 0:50:54 GMT -5
"I weel not run away."
She would never know how much those words meant to him. He felt his head snap over in disbelief. Usually his secret didn't go well with others. Never had someone accept him so easily. He let his mouth fall agape just slightly in shock.
"You don't know how much that means, doll," he managed to stammer out. Which he meant. He felt reassured when her fingers laced through his. He was briefly distracted by the warmth. The movement of her tiny hand squeezing his was an extreme comfort. It left him staring at her in amazement.
Wes tried. He really did. He would try to become more human than vampire. To make himself blend in. To be good and quiet. But, it never failed. Someone would always be afraid and turn against him. Then, the mob effect happened. Following that would he would suddenly turn from Wesley Borgin to Hannibal Lecter. It was nice to know she was accepting him.
And he accepted her. He would help her in anyway he could. All she had to do was name something and he would do it. She trusted him and he couldn't possibly let her down. Not now.
Very carefully he searched her face. He needed to make sure that she wasn't frightened at all. He was still in shock that she was still here. He wasn't sure why she was. She had already dealt with monsters in her life, how could she just lie there and deal with more?
"Are you sure? You really don't have to stick around to spare my feelins, doll..." On this subject Wes would never really be self-assured. He hated what he was. He was disgusted with himself.
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Post by Giselle Blanc on Feb 7, 2009 11:02:19 GMT -5
«---G i s s e l l e---»Something's getting in the way Something's just about to b r e a k[/font][/color] Outfit"Are you sure? You really don't have to stick around to spare my feelins, doll..."
An insecure vampire.
This certainly did not fit Giselle's idea of a vampire. Most of the time, when she thought of them, she thought of how self-confident they were. They were always striding about with a purpose, and never once had she heard of one trying to blend in. Most vampires didn't care about their role in society. They knew what they were, and they weren't afraid to strut it about. Wes? Wes was a vampire, physically, but emotionally he was far from it. He thought of himself as what most people would think of a vampire: A terror to the society. A monster.
Giselle didn't see a monster. She saw an insecure guy who wasn't happy with what he was, and it broke her heart. Surely he hadn't had a choice, and that would certainly affect how he thought about himself, but... He shouldn't blame himself.
She sat up, and with her free hand, she moved the violin from between them. If she had been scared, she would have left it there... She wouldn't have wanted to be close to him and she would have treasured that one barrier. But she wasn't scared as she moved over closer to him. She stared down at his face, searching it with her blue eyes. To him, he might think she was searching for the monster. To her, she was looking at the hurt. She was trying to find some hope in him, and it seemed like he was far too upset with himself to have any.
"Do not worry about moi," Giselle said. "Eef I was scared, I would 'ave ran away screaming by now."
There wasn't a trace of humor on her face. She could have been making a joke, but she wasn't. Giselle was being truthful, and she wanted Wes to know that. Yes, she had dealt with a monster before, but he was a monster inside and out. Wes wasn't.
"I 'ave dealt with worse zan a vampire."
To her, Claude was worse. But that was probably why this came so easy to her. How could you scar a girl who had all ready been so badly scarred before?
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Post by Wes Borgin on Feb 8, 2009 15:45:03 GMT -5
He was distracted by the replacement of the violin with the sudden space between them. Being his natural male self, he didn't think of the signifigance at the moment. He could only focus on the space between them that she was slowly closing up it seemed.
"Eef I was scared, I would 'ave ran away screaming by now."
He let his eyes search her face one last time, going over her's the same way she was him. This time, he wouldn't let himself search past her face. He wanted to look at her. She was too pretty to be so sad. The way she was looking at him made him unsure of what she was looking for. He felt comfort though. His face relaxed now and he gave a releasing sigh.
"I'm glad you didn't," he said. "I don't think I would've been able to handle it. "
His voice sounded weak, or so he thought. He felt awful for sitting her feeling sorry for himself when he knew he should be trying to help her feel better. But, he also knew that a childhood trauma like hers didn't just go away. Like being a vampire didn't just go away. They were kindred spirits. They both needed to feel better and break free of the sorrow and pain their tragedies had brought. Very carefully, he edged up onto his elbows, keeping his face just below her's. He wanted to smell the sweet perfume of her skin some more. Her blood had the calming effect of Lavander, though that wasn't the scent he smelled.
"I 'ave dealt with worse zan a vampire."
He turned his eyes downward for only a moment after the mention of what he was, but turned them to lock with her's. "You shouldn't have had to," he whispered. "I'm sorry you had to go through that..."
Hopefully his sincerity showed in his eyes. He wanted to make sure she knew he was there for her. All she had to do was say the word and he'd be on his way to France to make sure Claus or whatever his name was knew all the suffering he'd put Giselle through. Felt all the pain of those fearful nights she'd had. Wes wouldn't care if he had lost control then. All she had to do was say the word.
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Post by Giselle Blanc on Feb 8, 2009 20:37:58 GMT -5
«---G i s s e l l e---»Something's getting in the way Something's just about to b r e a k[/font][/color] Outfit"I'm glad you didn't. I don't think I would've been able to handle it."
Giselle's pale-pink lips turned up in a small smile as he said this. She was happy that she could provide something for him from something so little as sitting by his side. She barely knew him, but she just wanted to cuddle next to him to let him know that he was fine by her standards. What was a few sharp teeth, anyway? He had proved himself to be different just by caring. Of course it could have been an act, but Giselle wanted to trust him. Hell, if there was one thing she hadn't done from what Claude had done to her, it was stop trusting. She wanted to find the good in people, even if she knew some were filled with evil and bad intentions. To her, Wes seemed to be good inside and out.
"You shouldn't have had to. I'm sorry you had to go through that..."
She looked down at her lap as he said this. Part of her said the same thing, that she hadn't deserved that... But another part of her was extremely conflicted and uncertain. She seemed to find herself asking frequently, 'What 'ave I done to deserve zis?' Surely she had committed something that someone was unhappy with. She wasn't sure if she believed in god, or karma, or anything of the sort, but she had to have upset some balance in the force of nature to deserve such a fate? Yet she had been so young! Was she being punished for something she had done in a past life (if she believed in that), or was there something that she would do in the future? Or had it simply been an unlucky stroke of life to hit her? Had someone needed to deal out a harsh fate for someone else, and Giselle had gotten stuck with it?
"I should not 'ave," Giselle agreed quietly, finally looking back at Wes. "But I did, and zere eez no-zing I can do to change zat. I weel just 'ave to continue living with zat in my past."
She suddenly felt like she didn't want to sit up anymore, and, seeing as he was being so nice to her and had all ready shown he didn't mind touching, she slid down so she could lay her head on his stomach. She stared up at the stars and silently wondered if there was some force of nature that was out to get her. Surely there wasn't one, was there? After all, the most unfortunate thing that had ever happened to her had gone and passed now... Or was there something more in store for her?
"I weel move on," Giselle murmured. "Zo it weel always be a part of moi. I cannot deny eet. But I can learn to ignore eet from time to time."
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Post by Wes Borgin on Feb 8, 2009 21:10:46 GMT -5
He listened to her very quietly, taking in every last syllable. He liked her voice. Like the sound of it. He loved her strength she seemed to have. He wanted nothing but happiness for this girl. That was the only thing she deserved. Complete and utter happiness. He let her breath fan his face, allowing more comfort to come in. He had that sent locked in his memory now. It was a nice combination of French Vanilla and fresh cut Lilies. Very nice and memorable.
He gave another sigh as she layed her head against him. He was partially afraid she'd freeze to death, but pushed the thought from his mind. He'd keep a close eye on that though. Carefully, he lay back down, running his fingers lightly over her hair, feeling it's softness. Softly, he twisted a strand around his finger and let it fall, only to repeat the motion.
"Zo it weel always be a part of moi. I cannot deny eet. But I can learn to ignore eet from time to time."
"Sounds like you were talking for us both," he said softly. That part was very much true. He could ignore he was a vampire sometimes. But, he knew he had to be more cautious than she did. He wasn't going to lose control of himself. He wasn't going to let himself become the animal everyone thought he was. He wasn't happy with what he was. He would never be happy with himself, but he must learn to accept it. It was the only way he could move on. He definitely could learn a few things from this girl.
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Post by Giselle Blanc on Feb 9, 2009 11:12:38 GMT -5
«---G i s s e l l e---»Something's getting in the way Something's just about to b r e a k[/font][/color] OutfitShe closed her eyes and let out a relaxed sigh as she felt his fingers play with her hair. There was something so relaxing about a touch like that. She couldn't help but sink into the feeling. Her body gradually grew more limp and relaxed with every time he picked up a strand of her wavy blonde hair. Her lips had to curl up into a s;mile, and she couldn't have stopped it even if she wanted to. But she didn't mind; She was so over-due for a nice, careful touch. Wes had no idea that he was doing so much for her just by doing something so simple as playing with her hair. It was as if they had been friends for a lot longer than they really had been.
"Sounds like you were talking for us both."
Giselle's smile faded a little, yet her eyes did not open. She could read the thoughts hidden below the words he spoke. He had possibly been turned into a vampire involuntarily, and Giselle could tell he had a terrible time thinking himself normal. He hated who he was because of it, just as Giselle hated her past and despised her veela blood.
"Eet eez not your fault, you know," Giselle said. "You cannot blame yourself for some-zing you deed not ask for."
She felt slightly hypocritical when she said this to him. Giselle knew that she sometimes blamed herself for what Claude had done to her. Giselle had just been question what she had done to deserve the fate she had been dealt after all. But it was so much easier to give advice than to actually take it. She was a little disappointed with herself after coming to this conclusion.
"I guess eet eez a lot ea-zee-er said zan done, non?" Giselle sighed, a bit of sadness in her voice. "But... I do not see you as a monster. Your soul eez too kind. You are no-zing like zee vampires in stories I 'ave 'eard."
She turned her head and opened her eyes all in one moment. She wanted to see as much of his face she could see, but all she got was his chin. Nonetheless, she looked in his direction. It was just a simply relaxing thing to be around him, and nothing else mattered to her.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Feb 11, 2009 20:44:29 GMT -5
"You cannot blame yourself for some-zing you deed not ask for."
Wes ran his knuckles lightly over her scalp in a quiet stroking motion as he pondered over her words. His tongue rolled along the inside of his cheek and he wondered silently if he should let those words comfort her or correct her. It had been his fault. If he hadn't been so determined to drink the night away and mourn over a girl who had dumped him for a Slytherin boy, he wouldn't have been at the Shrieking Shack when the vampires had attacked. He turned over the scenario in his mind once more. The thrashing claws, the pounds of muscle, the unbearable burn of the poison taking over his body, and finally the miserable agony of being chosen to join the coven.
He opened his mouth several times to say that she was wrong. For a moment he couldn't bring himself to do it. He would much rather let her words soak through his skin and tell himself enough that they were true, but they weren't. He knew it. It was his fault. If only he hadn't been so stupid. Sure, he could blame childhood ignorance, but he was ninety-seven. He knew what he had been getting into and he had went anyway.
"No," he said quietly, "It was. If I had listened to my sister and not gone out that night, I wouldn't have been caught in the Shrieking Shack that night." He let the "I wouldn't be here" remained unspoken. He knew that he shouldn't still be here. It wasn't fair for him to have so much life when people who deserved it didn't. "You however, don't you ever think that any of that is your fault. "
His hand squeezed her's tightly to show his emphasis on that point. He never wanted her to think that she had deserved any of that. She didn't deserve hurt or pain or sorrow. She deserved to live life to the fullest, not to spend her golden years feeling like she had done something wrong. If he had known what her father was doing back then, he would've stopped it. But, he hadn't known. The only thing he could do now was stop it from happening again. He felt a sudden protectiveness over her that he couldn't explain. She was the keeper of his secrets and he her's. He wouldn't dare spill. He wanted to keep them like this forever. Inside this little ball of comfort and trust where nothing else could hurt.
The last thing Wes wanted was her hurt anymore. He would die a thousand times if he could stop the hurt.
"Not even for a moment."
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Post by Giselle Blanc on Feb 11, 2009 22:51:26 GMT -5
«---G i s s e l l e---»Something's getting in the way Something's just about to b r e a k[/font][/color] OutfitGiselle frowned as he spoke his words, still insisting that it was his fault. How could she make him believe that it hadn't been his fault after all? Things happened for a reason, didn't they? And, on a selfish side-note, she was kind of glad that he was here. He was the only one who knew the deepest, darkest secret that was all her own hell. She flipped over, ignoring his comments about her not blaming herself, and crawled up toward his face. She left one elbow placed gently on his chest, the other on the outside of his shoulder, and then their faces were close.
"Do you believe in fate?" Giselle asked, tipping her head slightly to the side. "Do you believe zat zings 'appen for a reason?"
If he did believe all of that, then she would be absolutely certain that it wasn't his fault. He couldn't blame himself for hurt feelings, anyway. And things, as far as Giselle was concerned, did happen for a reason. Even if he decided that he wasn't a believer, she was too stubborn to let the subject drop. Yes, she'd approach her own issues eventually, but right now all that mattered was him. He had years upon years of a guilty conscience that Giselle was positive he didn't deserve. How long had he been hating himself for? How long had he gone through constant abusive verbal battles with himself? How long had he thought himself a monster?
"Wes..." Giselle said softly, letting the arm on his chest fall. She rested the side of her face on it, staring up at him, concern flashing in her blue eyes. "You cannot blame yourself for zis."
She was determined... Yes, very determined, to clear his conscience, or at least help cleanse it. She knew that there would always be some emotional battle deep within himself, just like it was deep within her, but she felt the need to soothe him and help ease him. How could she deny him that when he had been so good to her? She used the hand she wasn't resting on to touch his face lightly, running her fingers along his cheek, and then dropping her hand to the crook of his neck. She was studying him, waiting for an answer, waiting for something she could use to argue her point with.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Feb 13, 2009 10:50:41 GMT -5
"Do you believe in fate? Do you believe zat zings 'appen for a reason?
Wes's eyes followed her movements until her lovely face clouded his vision. He was sure his inner turmoil was showing,though he felt himself go thoughtless for a moment as he took in her beautiful features. He wasn't going to argue with her. Not with her looking at him like that. He wouldn't have argued with her anyway. He knew better than try to outdo girls. The gentleman in him would have never let him live it down.
Perhaps she was right anyway. He had always been on the fence about things happening for a reason or not. The concept made sense to him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to believe it or believe that things happened because of your actions. Hell, karma even made sense to him. He was sure that he must have done something in his lifetime to deserve such a grueling punishment. Though nothing came to mind. He couldn't remember anything he had done before the change to give him this. He was pretty sure he had been a pretty good kid. He wasn't sure if it was being a bookie for his dad or that his family had done organized crime.
Or was he made immortal for a better purpous? Was he kept here to save someone else? Was he here for this single moment in the garden with Giselle? Was that his purpous in life?
"Wes..."
The syllables of his name being pronounced by so sweet a voice was enough to drew his attention back to her eyes. Her breath hit his face, reminding him of a light breeze on a warm summer day. He would've closed his eyes if he wasn't so entranced with her eyes conveing the concern towards him. The auror about her was powerful and he was humbled by it.
"You cannot blame yourself for zis."
The determination behind her words raised her pulse. Suddenly her skin felt so thin. He could smell the blood pushed through her veins by a heartbeat that pounded out a rythm no one else but him would know.
He felt himself lean into her touch. His cold body craving her warmth. He wanted to hear the rythm more. His hand rested in her hair, stunned for the moment. He wouldn't have been able to say anything even if he had tried. He wasn't going to dare go against her.
" For eighty years I've been wandering this world and no one has ever said something like that to me..." He wondered aloud. It was true. No one had ever been as determined as she to make him feel accepted. She was one in a million for sure.
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Post by Giselle Blanc on Feb 13, 2009 20:29:19 GMT -5
«---G i s e l l e---»Something's getting in the way Something's just about to b r e a k[/font][/color] OutfitGiselle watched his face as she spoke. She could see something churning beneath the surface, but she couldn't exactly tell what it was. She wanted to ask, but she had been too busy trying to talk him out of blaming himself.
"For eighty years I've been wandering this world and no one has ever said something like that to me..."
Finally, he stated aloud what he had been thinking, though she figured he might have been thinking a lot more than just that. But her lips curled up into a smile.
"Maybe I am a part of your fate," Giselle smiled. "Maybe zis was 'ow zings were supposed to turn out."
She chewed on her lip thoughtfully as she said this. Was she part of his fate, and he part of hers? Giselle had never decided on if she believed in fate or karma, neither or both. She had always agreed with aspects of both, which was why she always wondered if what had happened to her was a result of something she had done or simply something that was supposed to make her. And now she began to question her beliefs again. She was always so pensive, often getting into heated discussions with anyone who'd listen about opposing view points. And she'd even get into arguments with herself, trying to decide which side was more plausible. But fate versus karma was something she wasn't so sure about.
"Or may-be we were brought to-ge-zer by zum act of karma." Giselle continued on thoughtfully. Her eyes were no longer focused as she thought of the possibilities of how they met and why they had met. Honestly, she found it rather interesting to think about, and couldn't help drifting off. She was very aware of his presence, but she was also in a whole new world while her thoughts consumed her mind.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Feb 20, 2009 21:25:26 GMT -5
"Maybe I am a part of your fate.Maybe zis was 'ow zings were supposed to turn out."
'Maybe I'm apart of your fate.... No words in the world could describe how that made him feel. It was all conveyed through his hope filled eyes and the way his lips turned up into a dimpled grin. There was nothing he would like more than to be meant for someone. To have a reason for being here. A purpous. Maybe she was his purpous. His reason he was kept here. Now that he thought about it, who would be here to comfort her now if he hadn't have been turned. Would she still be taken care of by someone else, or would she end up forever lonely if Wes Borgin wasn't here anymore.
She was such a beautiful girl. He could help but follow every expression through their wonderful transitions. The way she tucked in her lower lip and her eyes roll up for a moment in thought. The way he could see her going over something in her head carefully after she had presented a thought to herself. He could see slight uncertainty in her quiet gaze. Like she didn't know what to believe. He only knew this, because he'd held the same uncertain gaze a number of times.
"Or may-be we were brought to-ge-zer by zum act of karma."
He gave a chuckle, reaching out carefully to stroke her face with his silky fingertips. He couldn't help himself really. She looked so at peace now mulling over thoughts and temporarily distracted from her personal demons. He could tell she liked puzzlers. He would have to think of some philosophical questions to ask later so he could see this look again.
"Nah. Couldn't be karma. I haven't got enough good karma saved up to get you, doll," he stated simply as he continued his small, feather light stroking. His fingers traced her face, memorizing it the way it was. He went around the edges first stopping at her forehead to draw a line down to the tip of her nose and down off the side to trace the shape of her eye, moving lower to allow his thumb to travel ever so softly against her bottom lip, while his forefinger traced the shape of her mouth and then back up to go over the other eye and to stop by cupping her face for a moment in one of his large, cold hands. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was and how much like a broken angel she was to him.
I really hope fate will stay this kind....
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