x. despratetoknow.

[celtic]

i'm desprate to know how you are.
sleep well, darling. wherever you are i hope that you're happy tonight,
and maybe you've found someone to love you right.

The past is the past, this is a well known fact. But sometimes it's harder to erase the past than others, and this is the case for this poor miss. Twenty nine years old, and every one of those years she's learned her lessons, some from experiance and others from watching the failures of others. But no one prepared her for this failure, this complete loss of everything close and dear to her, the insanity that is provided through all she'd gone through as of late. The loss of a sister sparked things off, though she'd never loved her sister until she was dead. Harsh right? But this is reality and sometimes reality isn't pretty. After the loss of her sister, something good had happened to her. A proposal of marriage by the one person she'd taken time to love, Craven Grazinski. But that fell through within months, as jealousy tore them apart. Craven had cheated, so she cheated to show him the same pain. But she hadn't planned on getting pregnant. Hell, if she'd have known, she'd have let her little grudge go. Now there was this, this was the aftermath. The birth and abandonment of a baby girl, the short return to Craven that had gone completely awry, and now this solitude. This was enough to drive even one of her mental fortitude to complete insanity. But the insanity would end soon, or so she hoped, for she'd heard rumor of the old race she belonged to being rekindled. Genes had passed on and such, and now there were clans and places of refuge from the stalking warriors who wished to remove the Russian invention from the face of the earth. And according to her close estimates, she was near a village set up simply for Werecats. How charming.

The funny thing about Cree's current state: although she was recovering from an untimely pregnancy she moved like her namesake, gracefully, similar to a leopard stalking it's prey. Except that her prey was the little village, and she still had not discovered it's whereabouts. But there was a scent to follow. A familar scent that warmed her senses. It reminded her of home, wherever home was now. It certainly wasn't with Craven, as it had used to be. It would not surprise her at all if he'd found someone else to replace her, because he said he'd forget about her, hadn't he? It would be best for her to do the same. But to no avail. These thoughts were all that had plauged her mind on the trek to this village, for she was worried about one thing, encountering Craven. She knew it would happen, she just wanted to postpone what would no doubt, be a violent re-introduction into eachother's lives. The ring he'd given her, she'd taken off long ago, though she always carried it with her, in the breast pocket of her red, button-up blouse, or in the hold of her jeans pocket. Wherever it was, she always had it, though no longer would it ever rest on her finger, only near her as a memento, a reminder to never be so stupid or naive.

And the fear that karma would strike, that she would encounter Craven, only increased as the approached the village. The weather was bleak, cloudy and threatening rain, creating a foreboding scene that paved it's way to the village. Miss Cree walked at a timid pace, silent, though she treaded over fallen foliage or branches, almost as if she was hiding in plain sight. The familiar smell of fellow werecats mingled with the nature scents of Canada, the scents of food also taunted her nostrils and told her there was life in the village. Not knowing whether to announce her arrival, or stay for the most part, inconspicuous, she simply wandered slowly by the buildings, with no aim, with no direction other than the leadings of her own internal navigation and instinct, which in the past had only lead her to harm.

Hopefully the little lost soul wouldn't encounter too much harm.

length: 676 words. fail. -.-
cree's mood: worried, tense.
inspired: red light pledge (acoustic) by silverstein.

[jax]

Waking up for me was difficult. My mornings began at 11:00am, if I was lucky enough to wake up so early. I hated getting up. I'm not a morning person, and my usual late night partying would account for... 99.8% of that. I nearly fell out of bed, coming back to the world of the living and functioning rather violently on this particular occasion. Groans of protest slipped past, mingled with annoyed exhales and sniffles made as I rubbed at my nose, feet touching the hardwood floors of my temporary home with a certain distaste that to anyone who may have been observing, would be quite amusing. Stomping off into the kitchen, I tore through the cabinets, huffing and squinting my eyes to fight off the yellow light that leaked so obtrusively through the blinds. Resting on the second shelf up, of the cabinet nearest to the fridge, sat a box of cereal, one apparently provided by the supplier of the place. Ooooo, captain crunch./Fingers snatched at the cardboard item, plucking it down from the shelf. A good breakfast of this sugary goodness dumped into a massive bowl would fix everything, and prepare me for a bit of wandering. Now where is the spoons...

The swagger that carried me down the dingy sidewalks was unmistakable. It oozed confidence, and the irregular cadence of the steps accompanied with the noise from my headphones added to the... rebel aura I portrayed. Hands were jammed into my pockets, dark eyes glancing about the expanse sprawled out before me, the occasional brief nod given to any other being I found... appetizing. The smile that covered my lips was welcoming, if not a bit saucy, only a sliver of pearl white teeth shown in the expression. This was a whole other world from what I had come from. The tiny village seeming more like something snatched out of the 10, 000 BC film rather than a place that actually existed in the modern world. I missed my lights, my streets, my abundant opportunities to party and, or graffiti something. Alright, so I am a trouble maker. And?


My wandering really hadn't uncovered anything particularly interesting. I was hoping to find something to amuse me while I lingered in this place before moving on to the next city I was to live in: New York. Thus far, it began to occur to me that perhaps there was really... nothing here. Wow, who would have ever guessed?! The weather was now also turning, the clouds covering the previously beautiful blue sky, casting a grey and dreary look over the sleepy little village. Finding a bench, I immediately claimed it, dropping down unceremoniously onto the wooden structure. Loose pants left me room to easily stretch my lower limbs out, one moved to prop up over my knee, my ankle holding it there and a hand placed on it. I was recumbent, and quite relaxed, choosing to use this as a little... spying point, watching everyone as they passed before me. My excellent hearing picked up bits of conversations, and the rustling of trees, yet unearthing nothing that would plague my interests, and thus spurring an exasperated sigh to slide over pallid lips. I feared this would go on, and I would be bored, and simply go partake in some gruesome drinking and stir up a bit of fun myself... that is, until a movement to my left captured my awareness.

She moved, and rather loudly, despite her blatant grace. Her slinking movements and the way her hair fell over her shoulders caused my dark eyes to slip down the line of her jaw, and then further, tracing her tumbling hair that trickled in slight waves over her collar, and then lower... A satisfied look flashed over my angular features before dissipating, vanishing once more into the inviting look as I stared down her blouse for a few more moments before shooting the gaze back up to her perfectly oval features. Why hello beautiful. Her eyes were simple, but intriguing. I'm not sure if it was the color that reflected the tint of the leaves above, or if it was the fact she seemed distraught, like a damsel in distress. Knight Jax, to the rescue fair maiden ! Slipping off the bench in one fluid motion, I adjusted my clothing before heading her way, stepping lightly across the earth with the same prior gait, yet... diluting it. I relaxed my posture, hoping to appear more approachable, more... friendly. I could tell she had no certain destination among this place, and nor did I, using that to my advantage and slipping around a building, having this set me directly in her path. It only took a few moments, and I was standing near enough to initiate a greeting, a calm smile spread across my face and a wave of my hand given. "Hellooo. Lost?" I questioned, a brow raising as I paused, tilting my head slightly off to the side. Yes? Yes? YES?

---

[ceilo]

The sky had adopted a sullen tone; the bright piercing blue diluted out and sucked of its color to present itself in a deep shade of various grays. No pulled white clouds, blown up in puffs dotted the sky, rather a thick blanket of sooty ash rubbed wisps stretched across the horizon. The air was humid, and it almost hung on the shoulders of the inhabitants of the small town. Flower heads seemed to tuck themselves down, their petals hanging limply against the stem as it sagged. The wind whistled through an endless labyrinth of tree limbs, winding through the tangled gnarled outstretched branches. Ruffling leaves, some relinquishing their stubborn hold on the base of the tree, and floating off prematurely into the wind. Green bulges spotted the sticks, soon enough the buds would burst apart allowing the petals below to blossom out. On which bees would perch.The high squeal of birds twittering about was still audible, despite the continuing sorrowful atmosphere. It was like that though; bird’s seemed to add a familiarity to any season, peeping about in some mysterious music. It was unusually hot, somehow the sun’s heat had managed to transfer through the dilute and seep into the flesh. Craven found himself slightly annoyed by the stuffy conditions. Although that was the least of his annoyances. Despite the fact he’d already met one ignorant citizen, sad she held a feline grace. Then come to find out the girl was none other than Ray’s sibling, which was news to him. He wasn’t exactly aware Rayna had any family at all, not to mention obnoxious sisters. You do learn something new everyday. It had irritated him though; it only made it worse when Ray had appeared on the scene, only to have an awkward air about her. A simple “Hey” was all he got from her, and she sat away from him, which frankly made him burn with an unpleasant anger.It was immature maybe, how he responded. But then again it was fit for a bad day. Now it suited the mood, all monochromatic and ugly. To add that fact, Craven was rather socially impaired, which in return made him short tempered, and caused odd flairs in his fragile emotional state. Then to be the topping of it all, the inevitable was crashing down on him all too quick. Cree was crawling around the town somewhere. Shattering the perfect existence with a simple sniff. It was an intoxicating perfume that drove him crazy. And mad all at one time.

He knew it was going to happen though, it was an ultimatum in a way. With the giant flux in the near extinct race of war time abominations, the population had exploded. And with it came a variety of people, some familiar, others not so much. Craven both hoped and dreaded the situation, and know it presented itself. It was a giant contradiction for him to find himself searching for him. Craven had always told himself he’d ignore it, especially know when he had better reason too. He didn’t imagine Ray would be too excited about him going on some adventure to find his late wife, or once unofficially presumed deceased lover. Still though he found himself drawn to the familiarity of her presence, and in a way he longed for it. Although he was already reciting a few choice words for her, whether he would actually initiate them was a mystery. He couldn’t seem to keep any promises he made to himself lately. So Craven walked along the cement, almost mechanically, one foot over the other. Hands shoved into the confines of his jeans. The cuffs of his shirt pushed back to hang at three fourths length. Where the pin striped fabric wrinkled up across his skin, the collar of his shirt lay crooked on his shoulders, and the first couple of translucent buttons had wriggled out of there sockets. The hem of his shirt bunched around his wrists, and flapped uselessly against the dark heavy denim of his jeans. On occasion a single palm would rise to his skull and scrape unconsciously across his scalp, ruffling up his tangled dark hair.Of course he had no sense of where she might be wandering about. But the ever constant radar of the wind kept him up to date on how hot or cold he was to her general area. It was just about this time, the unnatural snap of twigs by some abnormal force was brought to his attention. And the horizontal slit of his eyes widened, although it was concealed by milky contacts, the sharp artificial lines of his iris, stained a deep brown. Hid the intensity of his deep slate glare.

In an instant, Craven plunged into the thick foliage. But an unfamiliar sharp smell caught him off guard, intermingling with Cree’s homey familiar one. It was male, and in an instant a sort of worry knotted in the pit of Crave’s stomach, gnawing at his conscious, and that only fueled the ever growing hate for his inability to resist her temptation. To even his surprise, the pace at which he pushed through the random underbrush was increased. And the intensity of the scents only increased, until Craven felt like he should have been right on top of them. His skull swung on a pivot, unknowingly his gaze caught onto a figure. Apparent as day and night, this silhouette did not belong to Cree. It lacked the curves Craven remembered. And a crop of short hair stuck up from the figure. The boy whose cologne had mingled with Cree’s. With a sharper look it was easy to follow the stranger’s eyes, and following them, Craven’s eyes rested on Cree. He found himself slightly smiling, quickly he reprimanded himself. Although the stranger’s eyes had a blatant and non discrete way of observing her. And jealousy seemed to seep through Craven’s veins. A brutal snort ripped through his nose. And a placid, almost casual smirk pulled up his lips. Which cracked slightly at the sudden harsh expression. He felt almost like spying from his current position, no doubt the pair where aware of his presence. And by the time the oriental male had stopped his musing, Craven brushed aside the final branch.

So he stood diagonal to each of them. He regarded the boy first. An air of cocky superiority about him, he wasn’t so humble as he had once been. ”Tell me something, do you enjoy your ability to see? “ Craven mused to him, in a tone that made the opposing male seem like something mildly disgusting. He allotted no time for an answer, his patience was thin.” If you do, I suggest you keep those wandering eyes under control“ He hissed, it was no hollow threat. Craven wasn’t entirely sure how to control every emotion that stung him now. So in away he was under less control then he desired to be currently. A sort of primal growl bubbled in his throat lightly. A sort of rage that was pent up, was beginning to leak out, what perfect timing.



length: 1182
craven's state: irritated
mused: wolf in sheep’s clothing by this providence

[/size]

[celtic]

Some days were more appealing than others to be walking like this, Cree had chosen a foul day to do so. Dreary and uncomfortable, two of the better words to describe the weather unfolding, with snapping winds and the humidity that rumored a coming rain. But really, it suited her mood, expressing in the elements her own unease and mistrust of all that was around her. The weather was the least of her concerns now though, the number one thought on her mind was whether to search for and find Craven, or avoid her late husband entirely. Either way she would encounter him sooner or later, later might be better at this point however. But life never went the way she intended, usually the exact opposite. Take her marriage for example, it began wonderfully, more like a fling than anything though, playful and passionate, and then suddenly it turned inside out with the cheating and fights. Everything is twisted now, happiness turned sadness, sanity turned chaos, passion in affection turned passion in hate. These were her thoughts, these thoughts kept her from paying attention to the real world for the moment, until a cool breeze sent a new smell in her direction that she picked up quickly, her feline senses clawed for every bit of information she could get from it. Someone was nearby, a male, this she could tell, he was also young. For a moment she panicked, but calmed when she realized it was not Craven. Then glancing around, she searched for the owner of this new scent. Her search was rewarded by the image of a young man, average height, a strong build, and short cropped hair, approaching her with a slight swagger, though there was an air of almost forced friendliness projected towards her.

"Lost?" The question was rhetorical, just a repeat of what he'd queried her with. "No, no I'm not lost. I've just found what I've been looking for, this place." She murmured, blinking quickly to clear her head and come back to the present. Though he seemed friendly, she'd noticed his wandering eyes, the way they searched for more than just her face. A slight brow raise accompanied her already incredulous and slightly confused expression, though it was not a negative look. Just the only reaction she could find at the particular moment. Something else that she'd also observed were his catlike eyes, a tell that he was Werecat. Another one of her kind? It was surprising to her how much the species that once was lost, was suddenly exploding again. "But anyways...I'm Cabreena. Your name?" Words spilled from her mouth without much thought, making the speech a little flat, but not unfriendly.

Within a moment of this new and unfamiliar young male's approach, a second scent taunted her nostrils, a much more familiar one, a scent that made her shiver. It was Craven's scent. The shiver was nothing more than a recognition, not of fright, not of anticipation, it was nothing more than a reaction. Something that was becoming evermore familiar to her, act and react, that's all life was anymore. Call her a cynic, but suddenly things seemed just a little less like fate, and a little more like random events that were only reactions to previous actions. Nothing special. Though you dictate how your live will go, you have no control over what happens next unless you make a different action. The cologne of her late husband seemed to approach as a fore-shadow of his being, and it lasted for a long time before he appeared to her sight. The stench brought back memories, both good and bad, of life how it used to be, before she disappeared from his life. And then there was his face, which now was brought to her sight. The face of a devil and an angel in once, oh he was an angel if he chose to be, but it seemed that the world may never see that side of him again. Now he was permenantly the devil. But wait, a smile? The faintest of smiles had graced his lips for only an instant, and though she would have loved to believe that maybe she was the cause of it, she knew it was ninety-nine point nine percent chance that she was not his reason for a smile. But now he approached, with that familiar saunter, and a cruel smirk that was somewhat concealed. Something that seemed so very classic for Craven now. Though the words that sprang from his mouth were surprising, even if they were not directed at her. They were aimed at the newcomer, the younger man who had approached her. And for a moment a laugh began to build within her chest, but she suppressed it, knowing it would do nothing for the situation but harm, after all, she could see how tense Craven was by the lines in his forehead and the tightening of his jaw, the disgusted tone of his voice. Unsure whether to wait for the situation to diffuse or to just speak up, she chose to greet Craven quietly, maybe he would miss her soft spoken words, or chose to ignore them if he so inclined. Making sure the tone of her voice was quiet, and almost submissive, she spoke.

"Hello Craven..."

word count883. another fail.
cree's moodworried, almost terrified.
musical inspirationout of control by hoobastank.

[jax]

The wind that wound its way through the trees stirred the loose cloth of my shirt, cooling my skin slightly as I shifted my weight to my other foot, creating a more comfortable stance as I stopped before the woman. Now, I'm male. I like to look, though I was also polite in front of a lady. My wandering eyes may have been caught from her a distance, but in her presence, I was quite opposite. Smiling softly, I tilted my head off to the side, eyes locked with the girl's as I spoke in response to her question. I was a bit worried she wouldn't understand me, so I spoke clearly, and maybe a bit over compensating for my thick accent. "Well, good. I'm not sure what this place is, really, and forgive me if I came off a bit forward with talking to you. I'm just a bit bored. My name is Jax, Cabreena." I offered her my hand, figuring she was from a culture that shook hands. It wasn't normal for me to do it, but I really didn't mind. I'm not like most tightass asians. Ooo... tight ass. Sorry, where was I?

My hand was dropped as the brush stirred, attention swayed from her to an emerging figure, keeping the same smile for the male. I didn't know him, what the hell would I have against him? I blinked rapidly, though, as I easily picked up on his distaste, a slow inhale made as I shoved the item I held in my hand down into my pocket. I should have guessed his first words would have been abrasive. Bitch had beef, apparently. Was this girl his? Doesn't really matter, does it? I'm not hitting on her, bro can slow his roll. A single, slender brow was arched, a bemused, if not a smug grin,peeking through my once benign features. "I apologize in advance for this, Cabreena." I said, addressing her before turning attention back to the other. Eyes trailed down his frame, half in sarcasm, letting them wander over whatever I pleased, half examining him. Judging by his looks, his queen was about to come out, and Cabreena would be holding his earrings, his heels, and his weave as he tried to beat my ass. Oh helll naww girlfriendd, helll nawww. I couldn't help but laugh at this clown. He was sitting here, growling and glaring at me like I had just fucked his wife on his bed. That feat wouldn't be too hard, no doubt. "You have got some serious problems, man. You need to get yourself right with jesus, like, for real. You're near foaming at the mouth cause I glanced at this girl and said hello. I didn't know she was your old lady, my bad my bad, a simple Wassup brahh ? And then a smooth duck and drag the girl away would have worked justttt fine. It's called valium my friend, VALIUM." The emphasis in which I put on the words only disclosed more of just how much I didn't care for this needless drama. It was stupid enough he even looked at me crossways, much less the idea of starting a physical fight over some broad I didn't even know, so lets hope this was the end of it. Though if it's not... there are no personal problems which cannot be solved through suitable application of high explosives. Finally turning away from the male, I smiled once more at the girl. "I hope you closed your ears for that. And, I hate to be rude and disappear on you in such a manner, but I can see that you've got some things to deal with over here with this... person." I tossed my head to the left in a gesture that motioned to the other, winking at her before stepping around the pair and wandering off towards the other side of the village. Shame, I'm going to continue to be bored.

ooc: you both can play out the drama x] i dont have enough muse to keep jax about for it o.o .. goodluck, dedi XD

[ceilo]

The wind was picking up now, blowing in a large wall of thick gray clouds at an alarmingly fast rate, the dark overcast shadow brought by the looming puffs ate up any brightness of the town, concealing it in a dark drafted silence. The sharp tune of a bird singing near by was somehow muted in the eerie new setting. Craven was slightly mystified by how acutely the environment seemed to be picking up on his mood. Next thing you’d know, lightening would be striking near the earth, catching on the rough bark of trees. Echoed by the roll of thunder purring out it’s rage. But for now it was simply solemn, a sort of diluted watered down version of what was occurring internally in Craven. He barely noticed the mindless blabber of the stranger, and waved him off like he was air. It terrified him slightly though when Jax announced his leave. Now there was no one there to stop Craven from being irrational, Cree sure as hell wouldn’t. She knew everything she deserved, but what made Craven so different?It couldn’t be the fact he was so above her, nothing really separated them, but time. Cree had cheated, betrayed some kind of sacred trust, but Craven had too. Well, Cree had gotten a kid out of it… Craven was supposed to have inherited two. Or was supposed to have, whatever happened to them was a lost cause. But she’d left, ran from it all. Although everyone had run, for there own reason. Rushed off to be but some god damn forsaken memory.

Craven had worked so hard to erase, and just when he did. Rayna had to go off on this fucking crusade, in an attempt to reunite the broken race, all it had brought for Craven was a headache and a new set of problems. Although her dream was coming true, and somehow he’d have to live through Ray. Of course the biggest problem was before him now, standing in such a manner that made him think he was a big rabid dog. A white froth foaming at the corners of his lips, that pulled back to reveal a set of snapping jaws. And Cree was some kind of injured cat. Too terrified to hiss and run, to attached to attack. Maybe Craven was that dog, and maybe Cree was that cat. But somehow those jagged snapping jaws couldn’t find themselves sinking into the thin frail cat. And how maddening it was. When she whispered her greeting, his name. He flinched slightly. As if she’d thrown something sharp at him, how scared she sounded of him. Good. Craven thought maliciously. Turning to give her, her own cold disgusted glare.

Although it faltered slightly, she was so pathetic looking, Craven couldn’t help but want to sympathize for her sake. That was beyond him though, he had no idea what to do, how to act. To perceive the situation. And he found himself taking dragged steps forward. The toe of his shoes sliding across the ground, dirt pooling around the leather. Beetles and other tiny insects scattered out of the way. A kind of milky glaze slipped over his eyes.

His shoulders hunched forward as each step brought him closer and closer to the girl who’d gotten so close, so very close. Then ran. Craven felt his jaw flex, the canines of his mouth grind together. His brows knot together in the center of his forehead. Breathe slightly labored. Until he was just close enough to recognize. This wasn’t just some ugly monster, who was there to destroy him. This was someone who’d also been there for him. Comforted him. Believed in him, but got scared of what was to come. Everyone gets scared, everyone makes mistakes... In a single motion, Craven found himself in a very unpredictable position. His left arm had slid across Cree's petite waist hooking firmly to her opposing hip. His right hand had wound across her shoulders and then pulled her forward into his chest, where he embraced her almost feverishly. ”When will you stop disappearing?“ He questioned desperately.


length: 682 wow. shittt.
craven's state: irritated, confused.
mused: apologize clothing by silverstein

[/size]

[celtic]

How the weather could be any more foreboding at the moment, Cree didn't know. The wind's wild and whipping tendrils felt more like a feral dog snapping at her. In fact it was providing to be only a nusiance as it whirled, casting thick strands of her mahogany hair into her face, across her amber eyes, blinding her sight with ridiculous precision. After brushing the tendrils from her face, and blinking furiously to refocus her eyes, she breathed in deeply, trying to relax and forget the somewhat disturbing scene of the environment, choosing instead to listen to what Jax was saying. "I don't really know either, it's just nice to be somewhere away from the woods, somewhere I know I'm for sure safe, you know?" The words she spoke were quiet, timid, but she made sure they were still oh-so-clear over the wind's whistling, and the occasional sound of a trilling bird. "It's alright, Jax. And it's nice to meet a new face, especially one of my own kind." She continued her spoken word at the same soft tone, politely, timidly, also reaching out to shake his hand, though she was still uneasy. It was almost pitiful to see what she'd been reduced to lately. So shy and worriesome.

The moment Jax appologized a second time, and then turned to Craven, Cabreena tensed up. No doubt Craven would be thoroughly enraged by the young man's back-talk. Especially with the level of sarcasm that could be taken as disrespect. With Craven's recently aquired temper, that was as good as a death wish, or lighting dynomite and standing next to it waiting for it to explode. Now all she could hope for is that he would stay calm, which he seemed to do, although it had almost been an unlikely surprise to her. Jax's parting words rang in her ears as he winked, and then stalked away with the same swagger he'd approached with. The silence between her and Craven returned. For a moment she played with the thought of running, but she'd done that every time. That's all she did was run, wasn't it? Not anymore.

Oh yes, she was the little cat, cowering away and hoping to whatever divinity there may be, that she didn't get eaten by the big, bad wolf. But at the same time she believed in the possiblity that Craven couldn't stand to hurt her, though only faintly. At this point she had no idea what he was capable of. Though the flinch when she spoke his name seemed to recoil back to her, and she looked away for a split second, almost ashamed. Because of this though, she managed to avoid seeing his cold stare. The extent of how timid she was, how submissive she was becoming in his presence to avoid anything unneccesary, was almost completely ridiculous. But the moment she glanced back up to his face, there was a tiny hint of sympathy, a spark of something she hadn't seen in so long. And he was moving now, towards her at what would be an alarming rate if he had been approaching with a negative intention. But his expression seemed null, a thin glaze over his eyes betrayed nothing for her to guess what he was considering doing. Anything she would have guessed would have been incorrect anyways, for what he did was completely unexpected. Suddenly Craven had wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her close, and for the first time in however long it may have been, she let herself believe maybe he would forgive her. His words betrayed desperation, and this only brought tears to her dry and burning eyes. "I'm sorry for disappearing, so sorry, I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to let you hate me so I thought it would solve things for me to go. I'm so stupid Craven, so stupid." Cree's words did nothing to hide the tears that were pooling in her eyes, her breath caught before she could continue, and for the moment she had to think, she flung her arms around him, holding on to him like she never intended to let go. "I don't want to leave again." She murmured, still unsure how long this sudden diffusion of the situation would last.

words710. -.-
mooddistraught.
musicblue and yellow by the used.