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Cael Gray ([info]winsome_wizard) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2011-11-15 03:51:00


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Entry tags:cael gray, cecilia hooke

Cecilia
Cael couldn’t remember the last time he wanted a drink so badly. He had been out of the house while he was talking to Cecilia, needing to pull himself away from the blueprints he had been going over just so he could finish the conversation and figure out some sort of excuse to tell his boss so he could get out of work. He wound up going with some bullshit excuse about how he felt like he was getting sick from lunch, and despite the glare of death he got, he packed up his things and headed home.

She was engaged. Her parents had arranged for her to be married, and now she was engaged

He wound up taking a cab, instead of just apparating, needing time to himself to sort through what he was going to say when he finally got there – when he finally saw her, and the reality of the situation really sunk in.

When the vehicle finally stopped in front of his house, Cael hesitated before finally climbing out of the car, paying the driver, watching him drive off, leaving him standing in the bitter cold autumn weather.

He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted a drink so badly.

Stepping to his front door, he pulled it open, expecting to be greeted by Karma as he usually was when he came home from work. But she never came. His brows stitched together in confusion, but it wasn’t until he hung up his coat and walked upstairs to his room, where Cecilia had been sleeping since a few days after she had arrived, did he understand why the dog hadn’t given him her usual greeting.

Instead, she was seated outside of the closed door, whimpering and nudging her nose against the doorknob. She could sense something was wrong with the girl who was sitting inside. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, and Cael let out a sigh, stepping forward to rub her behind the ears.

“Good girl.”

He spoke quietly to his canine companion, and then finally braved reaching for the doorknob to open the door. Karma trotted in first, lifting her front paws up onto the bed. Cael stepped forward, bringing himself closer to the bed. He didn’t know what to say, so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

“…she’s taken a liking to you.”



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[info]cecilias
2011-11-28 06:41 am UTC (link)
In the midst of the silence Cecilia had gotten quite lost in thought, so she was mildly startled when Cael grabbed her hand. The shock, though, came partially from the sensation of his touch itself, and it seemed for a moment as if he was reaching out and personally pulling her out of the maze of self-pity she had made in her head. Her eyes went up to his face and refocused on his features, searching him as he spoke that one heavy sentence, and she felt her heart clench.

"I don't want to lose you, either."

It was absolutely the truth. While she was going to be always tied down to Evan and what she felt had been stolen from her in the past somehow, Cael Gray was the one single person who had been able to make her feel even a semblance of happiness. He was the only one who had managed to make her forget, even fleetingly, about everything terrible that her life had turned into. While she didn't know what that meant, she did know that the idea of never being able to see him again terrified her.

But if she didn't, that was all she would have to comfort her. Her family would be gone. Her money would be gone. Her few friends she had left would be gone, and-- and wouldn't she be disgracing Evan's memory, too? It would have been a lie to say that the idea of an arranged marriage didn't appeal to her in the slightest, just for the security and normalcy it would bring to her life. If she went through with it, everyone would accept her again-- but would she even be giving herself a chance? And would her husband ever make her laugh or smile the way Cael had managed to? Would every touch and look feel acted and meaningless? Would her children be born out of love, or out of empty obligation?

Which of the two was the worse option? If she left her family and this relationship fell through, could she make it on her own? Or would she no more than hate herself for doing what was easy and living a life trapped in a cage as she had been? It was too many questions and uncertainties.

"I think I need to talk to-- my brother." Cecilia didn't remember if she'd told Cael about her family or not, if she had brought up Nick in any conversation. While he was alive, Evan had done his best to help her forget about him and finally stop referring to him as family, so she knew she hadn't made a habit of thinking about him in a very long while.

"If he'll speak to me, I mean. He-- married a Muggle, and so he's... I just don't know if he'll talk to me." She didn't think she had to say much more to give him an idea of why Nick might not be interested in speaking with his former sister.

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