What has happened?
This was the most unlikely weekend ever. I'm still trying to process all that has happened, and I don't think I quite understand all of it.
Early yesterday Ameera found me at the cafe, her face a red mess full of tears. She was trying to talk to me, but before I knew it, he was in the cafe. I didn't expect to see those startling green eyes so soon. Isn't there supposed to be a grace period before you're supposed to see each other? He looked as uncomfortable as I felt, but stayed to coax his daughter out of the cafe. Apparently, the pinky promise has been broken and the can of beans spilled. I was given a snarl and a warning to never mention Sea-at-tel again to Ameera, and with that the child started screaming at us. He tried to console her, being the most fatherly that I'd ever seen him. It was a strange, but a comforting sight. I think it sunk in that Daddy and the princess were no longer together, and she wanted us all to be a happy family and go to Sea-at-tel together. With some awkward shuffling and a turned away face, she stormed out of the cafe, leaving me alone with Zillah Grey for the first time since I left him at his warehouse. Something must have clicked, because he turned to me and gave me his blessing to take her. When he came to embrace me, I didn't stop him like I had sworn to myself would be done if the situation arose. I melted against the wall, still remembering his kiss, and he was gone.
With that kiss still on my mind, I later went to London. I hadn't been there in quite awhile, since I felt it was his territory and I feared running into him or his associates. I was sitting at the foot of his door in the alley when I heard pained noises coming from the other side of the weak wood. The door suddenly opened, a burst of purple light exposed me in the alley, and he looked down at me, startled. I moved my mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out. With coaxing, he brought me in out of the rain. The light of the warehouse showed him covered in blood and muck, and he was wearing sunglasses, an accessory he never wore. My heart instantly went out to him, seeing that he was wounded. He gave me a description of a man, slender, wearing nice damask clothing with lace, black silky hair, and he spot-on described Mister Imri. When he saw the recognition flash across my face, he turned angry, assuming that I had bed and conspired with him. But I hadn't and I soon convinced Zillah the truth. Tentatively, I removed his gaudy sunglasses, and burst out in anguish when I saw that he was missing an eye. He didn't know how to react when I fell to the floor, and I could tell he wanted to comfort me, even though he was the one that needed comforting.
After the shock subsided, I carefully replaced his glasses and embraced him. He then explained his anger at this Imri-person, how he was going to rip him to shreds. I didn't quite agree with his planned methods, and tried to comfort him as best as an ex-girlfriend could. The way he looked at me then, he wanted my forgiveness, he wanted the comfort that he was used to getting in my company. He asked how he could make things right. The only response I could tell him was to forgive himself. He thought about this a moment, expressing conclusions that he thought would bring me back into his life; and I couldn't disagree. When it was time for me to leave, he wanted to follow me, to ensure my safety. I wouldn't allow it, because I wasn't ready for him to know where I was staying. As I was walking towards the door, I threw a quick glance at him and he looked so pitiful, on the brink of tears. I hadn't seen him so disheveled and unlike himself, so I took control of the situation and made him take a hot bath. He was quick to assume it was a trick, that I would leave while he was naked in the tub, but I promised to stay. So he bathed, and soon layed with me, where I stroked his hair and embraced him til he fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke in the warehouse this morning, I was startled. Did I really break my own promise to myself? But when I looked over at his warm sleeping frame, I couldn't help but smile. We spent the day together, cuddling and napping. Talking about how things are and how we want them to be.
It's not official that Sea-at-tel has been postponed. I still have 5 days to think about this before Rowane's ward is ready. I have 5 days to know if I'm a passing fancy and if he really loves me. Hopefully it's enough time.
Early yesterday Ameera found me at the cafe, her face a red mess full of tears. She was trying to talk to me, but before I knew it, he was in the cafe. I didn't expect to see those startling green eyes so soon. Isn't there supposed to be a grace period before you're supposed to see each other? He looked as uncomfortable as I felt, but stayed to coax his daughter out of the cafe. Apparently, the pinky promise has been broken and the can of beans spilled. I was given a snarl and a warning to never mention Sea-at-tel again to Ameera, and with that the child started screaming at us. He tried to console her, being the most fatherly that I'd ever seen him. It was a strange, but a comforting sight. I think it sunk in that Daddy and the princess were no longer together, and she wanted us all to be a happy family and go to Sea-at-tel together. With some awkward shuffling and a turned away face, she stormed out of the cafe, leaving me alone with Zillah Grey for the first time since I left him at his warehouse. Something must have clicked, because he turned to me and gave me his blessing to take her. When he came to embrace me, I didn't stop him like I had sworn to myself would be done if the situation arose. I melted against the wall, still remembering his kiss, and he was gone.
With that kiss still on my mind, I later went to London. I hadn't been there in quite awhile, since I felt it was his territory and I feared running into him or his associates. I was sitting at the foot of his door in the alley when I heard pained noises coming from the other side of the weak wood. The door suddenly opened, a burst of purple light exposed me in the alley, and he looked down at me, startled. I moved my mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out. With coaxing, he brought me in out of the rain. The light of the warehouse showed him covered in blood and muck, and he was wearing sunglasses, an accessory he never wore. My heart instantly went out to him, seeing that he was wounded. He gave me a description of a man, slender, wearing nice damask clothing with lace, black silky hair, and he spot-on described Mister Imri. When he saw the recognition flash across my face, he turned angry, assuming that I had bed and conspired with him. But I hadn't and I soon convinced Zillah the truth. Tentatively, I removed his gaudy sunglasses, and burst out in anguish when I saw that he was missing an eye. He didn't know how to react when I fell to the floor, and I could tell he wanted to comfort me, even though he was the one that needed comforting.
After the shock subsided, I carefully replaced his glasses and embraced him. He then explained his anger at this Imri-person, how he was going to rip him to shreds. I didn't quite agree with his planned methods, and tried to comfort him as best as an ex-girlfriend could. The way he looked at me then, he wanted my forgiveness, he wanted the comfort that he was used to getting in my company. He asked how he could make things right. The only response I could tell him was to forgive himself. He thought about this a moment, expressing conclusions that he thought would bring me back into his life; and I couldn't disagree. When it was time for me to leave, he wanted to follow me, to ensure my safety. I wouldn't allow it, because I wasn't ready for him to know where I was staying. As I was walking towards the door, I threw a quick glance at him and he looked so pitiful, on the brink of tears. I hadn't seen him so disheveled and unlike himself, so I took control of the situation and made him take a hot bath. He was quick to assume it was a trick, that I would leave while he was naked in the tub, but I promised to stay. So he bathed, and soon layed with me, where I stroked his hair and embraced him til he fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke in the warehouse this morning, I was startled. Did I really break my own promise to myself? But when I looked over at his warm sleeping frame, I couldn't help but smile. We spent the day together, cuddling and napping. Talking about how things are and how we want them to be.
It's not official that Sea-at-tel has been postponed. I still have 5 days to think about this before Rowane's ward is ready. I have 5 days to know if I'm a passing fancy and if he really loves me. Hopefully it's enough time.
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