Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 0:17:16 GMT
She opened her eyes and offered him a smile. “You’re welcome.” She gave a nod. “Food.” Still gripping Trent’s hand, she started to lead the way across the rooftop, moving in the direction of their apartment building. She didn’t deserve Trent’s love or faith- she knew that- but she was grateful for both and did all in her power to repay him in whatever way was available to her. “Do you know what you’d like to do after dinner? You can decide, but it has to be something we can do in the apartment.” Only to Trent would she speak as gently as she was. It was just so natural. It always had been.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 0:40:47 GMT
Trent trailed after her, ignoring the scenery, the rough tiles under his feet. Everything expect the amazing woman in front of him – because no matter what state he was in, she was the most important thing in his world, that he knew. He concentrated on the feel of her hand in his as they moved, fearing the headlong tumble back into confusion if she left him. Trent always felt better when she was around, which meant he never wanted to her to go. “I could play you my violin?” he offered. “The city has inspired me… and you always inspire me.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 0:49:36 GMT
“I’d like that,” Calla said with a smile. She didn’t think she would ever get used to hearing him say that she inspired him. “You know I love to listen to you play your violin.” She had never passed up an opportunity to listen to Trent play and she never would. Calla slowed slightly in order to fall into step beside him as they strolled so casually along the rooftop; it was almost as if this was the most common thing in the world.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 0:58:25 GMT
The smile increased on his face, ever so pleased at her response. His music let him say so much that he couldn’t in words. For some reason his brain stuttered and refused to work when he tried to describe himself and her – yet it flowed so easily though his hands and into his instrument. Trent gripped her hand tighter as they walked, head half turned to watch her. “I play for you, everything is always played for you.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 1:04:50 GMT
“No matter how much time passes, I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to hearing you say that.” She ducked her head and leaned it against his shoulder for a moment. She knew that most in the world- species didn’t matter- never would have had the patience for Trent and his needs, but Calla had never regretted the decision she had made to turn and take care of him and she never would. She loved him dearly and that had been more than enough to assist her in her decision.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 1:15:16 GMT
“I’ll never say any difference… you’re my angel.” Trent came to a stop, pulling her with him. He turned to face her, the smile becoming shaky, suddenly remembering that Calla also got upset when he went out without telling her – as he had done. “My beautiful, beautiful angel… I’m sorry I went outside without you.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 1:24:16 GMT
She gave a soft sigh and a gentle smile, reaching out with her free hand again, this time stroking his face lightly. “I wish wouldn’t go out without me, but it’s okay, my darling. I just get scared for you when you disappear on me like that. I promised to take care of you and I can’t do that if you don’t at very least let me know where you’re going. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 1:30:11 GMT
“You were out and I was going to leave a note, but the window wouldn’t open at first, with the tricky hooks and by the time I’d done it, I’d forgotten to leave you a note. I don’t want you scared…” Trent leaned into her touch slightly, a small, contented sigh slipping out. “But it was so noisy and they wouldn’t stop talking to me, even when I asked them too.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 1:35:47 GMT
“Well, I’ve found you and everything is okay again, so it’s all in the past. There’s no use worrying about it any more. Just like always, you’re forgiven.” She could never be angry with him, even when she knew that she probably should be. It wasn’t his fault though, so there was no possible way she could blame him. Oh, there was someone to blame- two someones if she was being honest with herself- but one of them was long dead and she was the second, murderer of the first; she blamed herself every day for the part she had in Trent’s break.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 1:43:41 GMT
“Everything slips into the past, little grains of sand tumbling past and landing on the heap. We’re nothing more than single grains… larger than most, because we live longer…” He rambled softly, mostly to himself now. Some days, Trent knew that she was too kind too him, too forgiving, when he didn’t deserve it and that upset him. Tonight though, with the moon as strong as it was and Trent as mentally lost as he was, such thoughts – thankfully – did not occur to him.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 1:47:48 GMT
Calla imagined that many would be confused by soft ramblings, but she simply nodded, understanding what he was saying. “You’re right, Trent. Everything ends up in the past.” She stroked his face once more before pulling her hand away and tilting her head slightly. “Are you ready to go home so I can start dinner?”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 1:57:39 GMT
“No, don’t want to go home, home leads to pain, always pain, never was good enough…” Trent jerked sharply out of her touch, hands flying up to his head. The voices, which had quietened at her arrival suddenly began to scream again, mental pain ripping though his brain. “We pass through the needle and yet the past refuses to stay in the past, the grains scream out, echoes through time and it never stops!”
Trent took a few steps away from her, his upper body giving spasm like motions, as if he was trying to pull away from an unpleasant touch.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 2:02:36 GMT
Damn…
“Trent. Trent, it’s okay. Everything is fine, darling. Calm down.” She moved forward, reaching out and putting her hands on his shoulders. It was always hard to tell what would calm him down from episode to episode, but she always tried the same things until she managed to calm him down. “Hush now. It’s okay. Everything is okay.”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 2:13:32 GMT
For a few seconds it seemed as if the comforting presence of touch would be enough to calm him down before he tried to pull away again, weakly this time, shaking his head, tears coming to his eyes. “Please, please, I didn’t do anything, I’m not a bad boy, I’m sorry I’m not my brothers.” He didn’t seem to recognise Calla anymore as the person holding him, his episode locking him firmly back in his past.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 1, 2006 2:19:07 GMT
Calla moved closer to him, her heart breaking just as it did every time he went through this sort of thing. All she could do was keep talking to him and hope that she would break through at least long enough to get them home. With him acting in this way, she thought it best they not risk jumping the rooftops again. First, however, she had to get him calmed down enough to climb down to the ground without falling. “You’re not a bad boy,” she agreed gently, hands moving from his shoulders to the sides of his face. “You don’t have to be sorry that you’re not your brothers. You’re perfect just like you are. You haven’t done anything wrong at all. Calm down for me, Trent. Please.”
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