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wellownedbkup) wrote2007-08-16 02:39 pm
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off prompt.
Title: a king ain’t a king...
Author: riyoamaya, wellowned, shadows_of…. Me, in all my incarnations.
Prompt: OFF #18: “I can’t stop you. I haven’t the power, and moreover, I haven’t the right.”
Notes: WC-517. Days late-1. Current project known as life @ 23. Catch more of it on my website (http://www.drowning-ophelia.4t.com). This is pre-proposal, post-friendship. I think this is Age 23, Part 1. Title and cut text is from "It Takes Two" from Hairspray.
“I can’t stop you. I haven’t the power, and moreover, I haven’t the right.” Daniel tried to keep eye contact though she kept moving back and forth in front of him. He kept his hands tightly in his lap, too afraid of his need to touch her to stop merely at keeping her still enough for this conversation.
“Don’t you want to, though?” Sophie asked, her breath hitching miserably over the syllables. “Stop me, I mean.” She moved back to the wardrobe, trying to hide her expression in the clothes left hanging there.
“I know what you meant,” he sighed from the direction of the chair beside her bed, where all her clothes were being rolled into her suitcase. It wasn’t like this the last time they had to say goodbye, but they weren’t like this the last time, either. He flinched as he saw her lost look reflected back at him from the mirrored door of the armoire. “If I had my way, dear--.”
“Yeah, Daniel. Forever there’d be a garden of roses, for you and for me,” Sophie sang at him, trampling over the end of his sentence.
“I’m allergic to roses, actually,” he deadpanned, a half of a smile tilting up one side of his mouth.
She giggled sadly at him, pressing a hand against her aching eyes as she turned, before walking around the bed to hug him. He held her tightly, bones pressing into bones, curves into curves. This feeling was something that he never quite got used to, and never wanted to forget. How could someone live without this? It hurt to be apart. It made him feel empty and cold, the feeling only slightly disappearing when they spoke in emails and letters. He pressed even tighter against her, trying to savor this moment a while longer, smiling when he felt her do the same.
“You could, you know,” she murmured into his shoulder after a long time, where the quiet had stretched comfortably between them and they had some semblance of composure.
“Hmm?” he asked, not really following the segueing conversation.
“You could, you know, stop me. Have the right to, I mean.” He felt her face heat with blush against his jaw. “I’ve always thought that… well, if you maybe…” she huffed out a little breath and pressed her forehead harder to his shoulder. “It shouldn’t be nearly this hard to say, should it?” she whispered.
He took a small step back from her, leaning their foreheads to rest against each other affectionately. “Would you stay if I asked you, Sophie? Do you really want to give up your home and your friends for me?” He closed his eyes briefly, trying not to hope too much, knowing he wasn’t worth her giving up a lifetime of people she loved and cared for. He just wasn’t.
“I would stay if you just gave me a hint that you’d think about asking me.” His eyes flicked open, staring at her in wonder as those words sunk in. She gave a watery smile. “Don’t you know what you mean to me?”
Author: riyoamaya, wellowned, shadows_of…. Me, in all my incarnations.
Prompt: OFF #18: “I can’t stop you. I haven’t the power, and moreover, I haven’t the right.”
Notes: WC-517. Days late-1. Current project known as life @ 23. Catch more of it on my website (http://www.drowning-ophelia.4t.com). This is pre-proposal, post-friendship. I think this is Age 23, Part 1. Title and cut text is from "It Takes Two" from Hairspray.
“I can’t stop you. I haven’t the power, and moreover, I haven’t the right.” Daniel tried to keep eye contact though she kept moving back and forth in front of him. He kept his hands tightly in his lap, too afraid of his need to touch her to stop merely at keeping her still enough for this conversation.
“Don’t you want to, though?” Sophie asked, her breath hitching miserably over the syllables. “Stop me, I mean.” She moved back to the wardrobe, trying to hide her expression in the clothes left hanging there.
“I know what you meant,” he sighed from the direction of the chair beside her bed, where all her clothes were being rolled into her suitcase. It wasn’t like this the last time they had to say goodbye, but they weren’t like this the last time, either. He flinched as he saw her lost look reflected back at him from the mirrored door of the armoire. “If I had my way, dear--.”
“Yeah, Daniel. Forever there’d be a garden of roses, for you and for me,” Sophie sang at him, trampling over the end of his sentence.
“I’m allergic to roses, actually,” he deadpanned, a half of a smile tilting up one side of his mouth.
She giggled sadly at him, pressing a hand against her aching eyes as she turned, before walking around the bed to hug him. He held her tightly, bones pressing into bones, curves into curves. This feeling was something that he never quite got used to, and never wanted to forget. How could someone live without this? It hurt to be apart. It made him feel empty and cold, the feeling only slightly disappearing when they spoke in emails and letters. He pressed even tighter against her, trying to savor this moment a while longer, smiling when he felt her do the same.
“You could, you know,” she murmured into his shoulder after a long time, where the quiet had stretched comfortably between them and they had some semblance of composure.
“Hmm?” he asked, not really following the segueing conversation.
“You could, you know, stop me. Have the right to, I mean.” He felt her face heat with blush against his jaw. “I’ve always thought that… well, if you maybe…” she huffed out a little breath and pressed her forehead harder to his shoulder. “It shouldn’t be nearly this hard to say, should it?” she whispered.
He took a small step back from her, leaning their foreheads to rest against each other affectionately. “Would you stay if I asked you, Sophie? Do you really want to give up your home and your friends for me?” He closed his eyes briefly, trying not to hope too much, knowing he wasn’t worth her giving up a lifetime of people she loved and cared for. He just wasn’t.
“I would stay if you just gave me a hint that you’d think about asking me.” His eyes flicked open, staring at her in wonder as those words sunk in. She gave a watery smile. “Don’t you know what you mean to me?”