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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 0:00:36 GMT
She's never been able to be what people wanted her to be.
She was never warm, they complained about that. Now she's not cold enough. Now she's too true to be a dream and Nae realizes it. Everything is falling a part in her fingers and no one will love her. She's cool and collected or shattered and screaming. She's hot and cold. Burn or freeze.
Nae wants to fall to her knees and throw up but she can't tell if it's vodka or just Franklin that's making her so sick. No one's ever told her that she's pretty on the inside and neither has Frank. He can look at her and call her pretty and he can say he's here for her but he can't look her in the eye and tell her that he loves her. He can't.
Now her knees are feeling weaker. "I've always been fine. I'm in control." I was in control when you saw me fucking your brother. Everything happens for a reason. I do everything for a reason. So what's the reason for this?
As if to prove this to herself she tries to stand a little straighter and looks at Frank. Her arms are loose around him, her lip trembles slightly and she leans forward to kiss him. | [attr="class","appls"] [attr="class","beprp"]@frank can you stand up straight for me |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 20:44:51 GMT
Of course he goes for her.
He's not a fan of foreign girls, after all. No, he realises, there's no one who is Noemi, because Noemi is Noemi and Noemi is the one who signed him off to hell. Even saying her name, thinking it even, brings him shame and pulls him into some kind of sick, twisted, personal fire. So he kisses her as if it's his last chance, do well enough and she might turn to what she used to be, because all of a sudden he's feeling as if he doesn't know her at all, and that's horrifying. If he doesn't know her, she's not Noemi. She's just a her, a she a nameless female in the crowd.
So when he lets go, lips parting, the first thing he does is this.
"I'm sorry."
@noemi
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 20:50:32 GMT
For a second that's enough.
Kissing him is a grand parade in her owner. There's elaborate, sequined costumes, a band playing. An elephant. Everyone screaming her name. And now she is beautiful again, she can feel it in the tips of her toes.
But that's that, and he exhales. Nae can't read him, her eyebrows knit together. She shows some semblance of emotion, and that's too much - more than she's ever done. She's hurt, upset, her fingers tremble on his chest.
"Mm." She looks down, tries to smile and grimaces instead. "That's alright. Me too, I suppose." Speaking in French makes her sadder than she thought, even if it sounds beautiful, even if it sounds slurred. She drops her head to Frank's chest and she wants to sleep there. She never wants to leave.
Tell me I'm beautiful again and I can pretend to be happy with that.
She sighs. | [attr="class","appls"] [attr="class","beprp"]@frank can you stand up straight for me |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 0:40:48 GMT
He won't lie and say she's his first, but he's not certain enough to say that she's his last, either. Somewhere along the line, Frank realised he held women for comfort, he held to be shallow, because he couldn't see through deep, murky waters.
He wonders if what he's seeing is some kind of melodramatic reaction - her face isn't twisted with emotion, right? Frank didn't want to see it, didn't want to believe it, but already, it was deeply rooted in the forefront of his mind.
Empathy. That's what it sounds like. He doesn't expect her to apologise; it's not her fault. It's entirely his.
As her head collapses in his chest, he's filled with more doubt than he's ever felt before. But it still doesn't make her an ugly creature, therefore he doesn't stop himself when he touches her hair, kisses the top of her head.
Now all of a sudden he's tired.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 2:34:52 GMT
[attr="class","temps"]GOOD JOB BIRDIE and BOO each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread.
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