Epiphany- A New Point of View (open)

[Bastille]

Bastille stared at him a long moment. Her eyes curious as he worked over the emotions, his face was like a stained glass window. So many colors and emotions it was as if he was so complicated yet every piece only reflected light. She smiled and got to her feet walking towards him and stopping dead in front of him. She had half the mind to get on one knee and grab the ring and ask him to marry her…but then again she would probably fall backwards into hysterics. She shoved the idea from her mind, the tears in his eyes ready to spill kept her from any such tactic. She knew it, he had lost someone too. Hands raised and touched his face gently. Then in a swift movement she pinched his cheeks and pulled them apart trying to make him grin by force. She let go snapping the cheeks back with a smug grin.

“its alright….you sit with it for a while…a sword doesn’t up and walk away…” she said quietly and then took his hand in hers and turned it up. She then lay a kiss in his palm. In Britain this was the ultimate sign of affection and loyalty…something in her family that would be seen almost like complete and utter scandal. She would bend on her knees and smirked.

“you know what they say, the story of Camelot…that king Arthur had his wife Guinevere. Yet all the knights of the round table where supposed to love her and be devoted to her as well….then Lancelot took it too far, for only the king has the right to bed her while all others must love her but only look not touch….did I ever tell you ive always wanted to be a knight? … knights are the swords of the king…David…as geeky as this sounds, ill love you and fight for you, but as long as you will it I will only look and not touch…until this pyre or pain inside you leaves…i can only try to mend it from a distance” she had stood half way through her little monologue and then using his hand in hers she had pulled herself forward then kissed his hand once again a small peck, and then she turned and let go starting to walk away. She wasn’t the one who needed time to think this over, he did…

[David Blaze]

David listened as she spoke, but wouldnt let her leave. He clasped her hand before she would leave, holding her there and looking up at her, his eyes staring off into the distance, not looking up at her. His mind was going ninety miles an hour. He wouldnt give her and answer, he wouldnt tell her it was okay, but he wanted one simple answer to one simple question. Well, okay, not really simple, but had a serious significance to him. His words were spoken softly, his grip on her hand tightening slightly, as though he was nervous, or like he was afraid.

"How can i trust you not to hurt me, Bastille?"

He didnt look at her, and released her hand, as though he would let her walk away. He would, in fact, if she didnt answer. It was more a question for himself then for her, and he was unsure of the answer. He didnt like the fact that she had certain feelings, or lusts, for other men, but he guessed it couldnt be helped. The question also was the first real question regarding a serious concern regarding his emotions that he had given her.

[Bastille]

“you cant stupid” she said in a bored tone. Her eyes however where very happy. She smirked.

“loves a leap off the cliff, cant trust the fall not to hurt…I can only tell you I wont…but you cant ever fully trust me as I will never full trust you…unfortunately…its because we both have been hurt before…”

She said with a smile. She then turned to take his hand in hers. “I took the time to realize I hold no more feelings for Amtrum…I want him to believe I do for now...because I can use it to my advantage…but I wasn’t lying when I said that while I was healing from this…”

She parted her bangs to show her right eye better which was lightly scared. It was as if someone had run a blow torch over her eye. However the skin was normal, just discolored...the doctors had done a very good job. It looked like it had happened years ago.

“I was thinking of you” she shrugged.

“now if you’ll excuse me I need to go blow a smoke for admitting my feelings like this…I feel all tingly and weird” she said shuddering and reaching into her back pocket.

[David Blaze]

He sighed.

She did have a point.

He wondered what it would be like if he really did give his feelings over to her. He couldnt even imagine it. He had never been in a relationship before, and trying to think about what it would be like in one was a strange, alien feeling. Hell, he had to respect her for being so open with it. He wasnt open with his feelings because of that- he didnt want to be hurt. Though this situation gave him a moment to pause and think. Why shouldnt he be with her? Why shouldnt he be happy? He was no longer chased- the people hunting for him thought he fled the continent. He was no longer in school politics, he had no responsibilities. He sold his business for many billions. He didnt have to do anything.

Why shouldnt he be happy?

He was afraid, thats why.

He gave her a small smile as she reached for a cigerette.

"You shouldnt smoke you know. It's not good for you."

Not to mention that to him, it was unattractive, though regarding her it only gave him a slight twinge of distaste.

[Bastille]

“screw you” she said angrily and pulled out anti smoking gum. No the screw you hadn’t even been towards blaze yet to the unseen force behind the switch. The gum was rolled up like a cigarette and even covered in paper. But Bastille knew the difference. She growled.

“OH GIVE ME A BREAK HOMI!” she suddenly roared and then soothed herself back. She continued to shudder and twitch wanting a cigarette.

[David Blaze]

David cocked an eyebrow.

He wasnt even going to ask.

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