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not_myfirstday) wrote2008-10-28 11:08 am
not_myfirstday) wrote2008-10-28 11:08 am
[WaM] 044 - Just This Part Here
There was really no way of knowing what was going on back home, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to know either. Out on the balcony her toes pressed against the rough surface of the stone wall. With a slight press of her foot the chair she was seated on rocked back a bit before it eased back to all four legs and she left the cool air outside to head indoors. He was restless, and she knew it. Part of her had always known he wasn't going to be satisfied with mere survival.
Everything he'd seen, everything he'd been through, she knew it wasn't going to be simple to just walk away from it all. Running her hands through her hair she wandered through their home until she found him, once again at his desk in the office. Elle's hands slid across his shoulders, resting lightly to his chest as her chin settled atop his head. The warmth of his own hands greeted hers, clasping to them lightly and bringing one to his mouth to press a soft kiss to the knuckles. As she sighed she could feel his chest tighten a bit, the restless feeling he had being felt.
"You're not happy," she stated. It wasn't even a question, but it was as if it was just fact. Of course she didn't imply that it meant he wasn't happy with her, or that the life they'd made in London wasn't a good one. It was, in fact it was the most normal Elle's life had been since she was three. She was positive of that, and she knew that if he could give her anything else he would. Elle just knew that she couldn't give him anything more than she already had.
Her trust, her devotion, her attention and love was freely given and she knew that it wasn't her fault he wasn't happy.
"I am love, it's..."
His words were meant to reassure her, and yet she knew too easily that there was nothing to say. Pulling her head up she pressed a kiss atop his head gently, "It's just this part here is the part that you can't stand. You're not used to just being, and it's okay. Whatever you want to do, whatever plan you think you might have. I'm here, I'm not leaving. We'll make the world yours, however we can."
The grip on her hand shifted slightly, a palm pressing to her wrist as he pulled her from the position behind her gently around to beside him, and then tugged down onto his lap. The backs of her knees hitting the arm of his chair as light amused laughter echoed against the walls of his office. Even though she knew he wasn't happy, and that the lack of sleep he got at night was to no fault of her own, she was happy with this part here. This part right here, when he'd look at her and she knew she could do nothing wrong, she didn't mind at all.
Everything he'd seen, everything he'd been through, she knew it wasn't going to be simple to just walk away from it all. Running her hands through her hair she wandered through their home until she found him, once again at his desk in the office. Elle's hands slid across his shoulders, resting lightly to his chest as her chin settled atop his head. The warmth of his own hands greeted hers, clasping to them lightly and bringing one to his mouth to press a soft kiss to the knuckles. As she sighed she could feel his chest tighten a bit, the restless feeling he had being felt.
"You're not happy," she stated. It wasn't even a question, but it was as if it was just fact. Of course she didn't imply that it meant he wasn't happy with her, or that the life they'd made in London wasn't a good one. It was, in fact it was the most normal Elle's life had been since she was three. She was positive of that, and she knew that if he could give her anything else he would. Elle just knew that she couldn't give him anything more than she already had.
Her trust, her devotion, her attention and love was freely given and she knew that it wasn't her fault he wasn't happy.
"I am love, it's..."
His words were meant to reassure her, and yet she knew too easily that there was nothing to say. Pulling her head up she pressed a kiss atop his head gently, "It's just this part here is the part that you can't stand. You're not used to just being, and it's okay. Whatever you want to do, whatever plan you think you might have. I'm here, I'm not leaving. We'll make the world yours, however we can."
The grip on her hand shifted slightly, a palm pressing to her wrist as he pulled her from the position behind her gently around to beside him, and then tugged down onto his lap. The backs of her knees hitting the arm of his chair as light amused laughter echoed against the walls of his office. Even though she knew he wasn't happy, and that the lack of sleep he got at night was to no fault of her own, she was happy with this part here. This part right here, when he'd look at her and she knew she could do nothing wrong, she didn't mind at all.