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Post by Daz on Oct 29, 2006 18:19:15 GMT
I raise an eyebrow "Dont try to be witty, its not as amusing as you think."
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Post by Jacky on Oct 29, 2006 18:28:07 GMT
"It is to me, luv." I assure her easily.
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Post by Daz on Oct 29, 2006 18:40:26 GMT
"Well then, youre fooling yourself."
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Post by Nikki on Oct 30, 2006 2:03:16 GMT
When all this is over, I debate for a minute about whether to follow Cassandra and attempt conversation, but I decide that's not in my best interest because she's left quite agitated. I silently agree to catch up with her when she's a bit more relaxed.
Instead I stay with Jack. All this while I've been thinking about all the I love you's and the I trust you's I've been dishing out, and I know I mean it and always will. The other party, however. . .can't be changed, because that will ruin it for both of us. And that's alright. I'd rather see a dishonest roguish scoundrel than me by myself again.
So what if Jack can't be changed? I don't mind being changed to suit his needs. I have nothing of myself I desire to keep, other than a love for fantasy. . .I suppose that will never die. The only issue seems to be trust. Well, that, he'll have to deal with, even if it is the core of his warnings.
Once I've calmed the chatter in my mind, I try to work out something coherent to tell him. "I still trust you." I shrug. "Might there be anything you can say to me that would prove me wrong?" In other words: Who are you? Where did you come from, why are you here? And why is it when I look at you I feel like I'm home?
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Post by Jacky on Oct 30, 2006 17:10:48 GMT
I look at her, slightly surprised about her question.. and I think about it well enough. Eventually, not making the real essance of my thoughts known at all, I smirk in reply. "Ye heard it; we'll sail by dawn. Be ready." I tell her. And with that said I turn to leave her room.
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Post by Daz on Oct 30, 2006 17:19:36 GMT
I go and sit on the decks railing. Thinking to myself.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 31, 2006 0:41:57 GMT
I could stop him from leaving now, ask him back in with just a word or a kiss.
But I don't, for reasons unknown to even myself. Instead I sigh heavily, knowing he's drawing out his little parade to the door for eternity on purpose.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 31, 2006 18:19:25 GMT
"One more thing," I turn back to her, giving her a quick grin. "...don't get on her nerves. She gets worse than this, and I prefer to wake up in the morning with all me bits and pieces still attached to myself. Savvy?"
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Post by Nikki on Oct 31, 2006 22:13:02 GMT
"Alright." I smile at him modestly. "Does that mean that it wouldn't be a good idea to talk to her at all?" I'd been kind of hoping to make ends meet.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 1, 2006 20:33:48 GMT
"...Well it's not by definition a BAD idea." I consider, narrowing my eyes. "Just don't come near the subject off... Eh. Me." I point at myself.
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