Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 17:44:20 GMT
“It’s not your fault Calla… it’s mine. It’s always been mine.” He leaned against the crook of her neck as her arm slipped around his shoulders. Trent knew that Calla shouldn’t have to stay with him every minute of every day. She was better than that and she deserved someone better than him. He just didn’t think he was brave enough to actually say that out loud.
“I know the monsters are in here with me… but they looked so real, I couldn’t help myself.” Trent gave a soft sniffle, his words spoken softly, in a depressed tone. “I never can.” And he hated that fact.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 18:02:35 GMT
“Trent, it’s not your fault. It never has been and it never will be. You can’t help what happens and you only react in the way that anyone else would.” Her voice was gentle as she spoke; she knew that she could never honestly understand what he was going through, but she did know that it wasn’t his fault. It was partially hers. She knew that and hated herself for the part she had played in forcing Trent into his current condition. She lifted her free hand and stroked the side of his face softly. “I’d never be able to handle things as well as you do.”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 18:19:27 GMT
“I’m not strong.” He gave a little high pitched giggle as he spoke, his brown eyes opening to gaze dully at Calla, acceptance in his eyes. Most of the time he could deal with the fact that he was so different and broken up inside, but he couldn’t let Calla think he was something other than what he was. And strong was certainly in that category. “I only appear strong to you, because you’re here. I couldn’t do this without you.” Trent pressed himself against the hand stroking his cheek, taking comfort in how warm and real she felt.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 18:46:04 GMT
“Don’t sell yourself short. I don’t have any doubts that you would be able to make it through without me. You really are stronger than you think and you don’t need me, whether you think you do or not.” She gave a soft smile. “That, however, doesn’t mean that you’re going to be getting rid of me anytime soon. I’m afraid that you’re stuck with me for centuries more to come.”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 21:50:13 GMT
He snorted softly, shaking his head again, letting his cheek ever so slightly slap against Calla’s palm. “I don’t want to get rid of you. And us staying together for centuries to come sounds good.” He didn’t bring up the other half of her answer, feeling it would be pointless to argue further right now. Plus he was cold, scared and hungry. “Can we go home now?” Trent whispered, shivering as the wind blew harder. He had left the apartment in nothing but a thin baggy t-shirt – another prime example of the way he didn’t think clearly.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 22:03:22 GMT
“Of course we can, love.” Calla stroked his face once more before standing up and holding out her hands in an offer to help him up, not even bothering to brush off her jacket, something she normally would have done immediately upon getting to her feet. “We’ll go home, I’ll start dinner and you can take a nice warm shower if you want. We’ll even eat sitting on the sofa so we can watch television if you want to. You can even pick a DVD to watch if you want. Then once we’ve eaten and the dishes are done, we can finish the movie and then, if you’re still up for it, I’ll listen to you play the violin. If you’re not, we’ll just do whatever else you might feel up for.”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 22:28:19 GMT
Trent sometimes felt as if Calla spoilt him, when she always let him chose what to do or watch. It was a nice feeling yes, to be worth enough to someone that they wanted to spoil you, but at the same time he sometimes worried that she wasn’t getting all the attention she needed. Calla needed to pick some more things every now and then.
He accepted the outstretched hand, letting her pull him up effortlessly. “You could pick the DVD?” he suggested softly, a tentative smile on his face. If she refused, well he would just pick one of her favourites to watch. It was the very least he could do after his recent actions. “The monsters won’t come back, will they?” he asked suddenly, his voice child like as he looked around the dark park.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 22:33:39 GMT
“Sure, I’ll pick the DVD,” she replied with an easy shrug. “I think I’m in the mood for something action-y tonight.” She loved getting to spoil Trent, but if he wanted her to pick the night’s movie, she would, but if she picked up any sort of hint that he wasn’t particularly interested in her selection, she would just pick something else until she thought she had something that he wanted to watch, too.
At his second question, she let go of his hands and put her arm around his waist. “They shouldn’t, but if they do, I’ll be right here to deal with them for you.”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 22:46:11 GMT
“Something with action sounds good,” Trent agreed. Action movies normally meant mindless movies, where you didn’t have to follow the plot all the time in order to understand the movie. Something, that right now, Trent liked the sound of. So long as it wasn’t a action-slash-horror movie. He didn’t think he could handle horror tonight, not with the monsters so recent.
“They always come, I tell them no, I have no spare change but they come anyway with bleeding mouths and empty eye sockets. Call me unworthy child, go home and try again, try again, I always try.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 23:01:55 GMT
“Well, if they come back while I’m with you, I’ll make sure they leave you alone and if they don’t, they’re going to find out the hard way that they can’t mess with you without incurring my wrath.” She didn’t care that the ‘monsters’ were perfectly normal people on the streets. Calla would do absolutely anything she had to in order to make Trent feel safe. If she had to, she would let him close his eyes and lead him all the way home. Nothing was too much when it came to him.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 23:21:05 GMT
“Can’t fight the demons inside, silly Calla, not memories and wisps of fake dreams and idle thought. Not those, born out of myself, all shades of myself, because I’m not right and I’ll never be right, but its ok, I guess its ok.” The right side of his mouth turned up in a half smile, half grimace. “Live day to day, never looking at the sunrise because its too far away, for people like me.”
“I hold you down.” Trent added suddenly, a serious expression on his face for once. “I tie you to me and keep you on the ground when you should be soaring with the angels.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 23:30:11 GMT
As true as that was, she gave a little shrug. Even if she couldn’t fight his demons for him, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t try. She would always try, even if it was a waste of energy, which she didn’t think it was. As far as she was concerned, if it had to do with Trent, it could never be a waste of time or energy.
“Darling, I’ve done so many questionable and bad things that I don’t think the angels would have anything to do with me. Besides, there’s nowhere that I’d rather be than where I am. My place is with you. It always has been and it always will be.”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 23:42:37 GMT
Once again, Trent thanked a God he had stopped believing in a long time ago – but not angels, he still believed in them, Calla being the only proof he needed – that he had been lucky enough to meet this wonderful woman so many times over the short course of his human life and had then managed to keep her for roughly three hundred years. It was a blessing he never could get over.
“You are an angel Calla.” He said it simply, just stating a fact. “In so many ways, you are the most perfect angel, werewolf and woman on this planet.” He slowly began to walk, wanting to lavish her with more compliments, but he was really starting to feel the cold now.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 23:57:37 GMT
“I’m not an angel. I’m nowhere near that good and I’m not perfect, either. Not that I don’t appreciate the lovely compliments of course.” She tightened her arm around his waist a bit as they walked, wanting to stay as close as she could without having to either carry him or be carried. “You’re the perfect one. I don’t care what you or anyone else might have to say about it. You’re perfect to me.”
As they walked, she discreetly sniffed the air, making sure there was nothing around that might be viewed as a possible threat. She didn’t catch any scents that made her think there would be trouble, but if it found them, it would be dealt with swiftly and without mercy.
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Trent
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Violinist
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Post by Trent on Nov 9, 2006 0:15:34 GMT
“Well, you’re perfect to me, and since I’m apparently perfect to you, that means everything I say and do is right and perfect, so that makes you perfect. The end.” Trent told her solemnly, nodding his head slightly as he spoke.
The entrance to the park was now in plain view, and thankfully what he could see of the street beyond it seemed empty. Trent didn’t know what he would see when he looked at a human, if he would see the mask all the people wore or if he would see the monsters under it, the way time would rip everything to pieces.
They headed home, Calla taking care to lead them though a route that avoided as many humans as possible.
Continued in: Apartment Complex; Building C; Trent and Calla’s Apartment with Calla
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