Post by Mr. Seran on May 6, 2010 0:03:52 GMT -5
Theirry prevented from making eye contact with her, it was his way of being safe to prevent him from having second thoughts. He was a man to stick to his word regardless of the outcome this was just another such event and he'd stand by it. But perhaps, perhaps cheating his own ideals wasn't all too bad an ideal. A swift yank at his tie never noticing her sneak closely by. The pressure of their lips crushing hard at the point he felt her firm lips against his teeth even moving enough to bite at her lower labrum for but an instant before returning back to the passionate make out session something like they were kids again but not long enough to make any kind of scene in fact by its end he'd reverted much like a turtle into the cold statuette form he'd been labeled into.
"I will leave. Walk out the door and I will pretend whatever you want me to pretend...That we never met..that I meant nothing and that you meant nothing to me....I will let the past die.....Out here.....For the world to see.....But it cannot die here Thierry.....My heart wont let....Even if your own seems to be so willing to cast it away..."
his expression didn't shift, nor alter in any fashion though his eyes lacked the livid color they once held. Pale and distant he focused elsewhere not to bear the look in her eyes. It hurt, something that actually permeated the rough exterior and pained him to look. Weakness, no he didn't regard it as such seeing as the woman was his strength through the hard times they were apart but he'd been left broken once before and to let anyone in meant he'd never be able to retain that cold exterior any longer. He wasn't the cuddling affectionate sort, he could never relate to that. Its what made him so edgy to begin with.
"I suppose I will see you at the next staff meeting Mr. Durand. Unless of course I have a problem. Though I do not foresee that being a problem.
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Is there anything else I should know about teaching here? That way I dont have to inconvenience you again. I know you are busy and all."
Thierry would nod his mouth immobile for a second, his chair would shift about to look out the back window not contacting her again through ordinary means, becoming distant where it was safe. "Yes.." His voice low and harsh waiting till she was out the door before he'd roll back around and open the bottom cabinet to his desk pulling free a shot class and a large bottle or rum. With the cork popped and a glass filled he'd quickly down seven of them before his face was red with an affluent feeling.
"grrr.." He'd feel the muzzle of his mustache chill at his upper lip before smashing the glass against his palm cutting deep scars into his hand and folding the opposite into a fist punching through the wall.
*kerthud!*
"Fuck."
"I will leave. Walk out the door and I will pretend whatever you want me to pretend...That we never met..that I meant nothing and that you meant nothing to me....I will let the past die.....Out here.....For the world to see.....But it cannot die here Thierry.....My heart wont let....Even if your own seems to be so willing to cast it away..."
his expression didn't shift, nor alter in any fashion though his eyes lacked the livid color they once held. Pale and distant he focused elsewhere not to bear the look in her eyes. It hurt, something that actually permeated the rough exterior and pained him to look. Weakness, no he didn't regard it as such seeing as the woman was his strength through the hard times they were apart but he'd been left broken once before and to let anyone in meant he'd never be able to retain that cold exterior any longer. He wasn't the cuddling affectionate sort, he could never relate to that. Its what made him so edgy to begin with.
"I suppose I will see you at the next staff meeting Mr. Durand. Unless of course I have a problem. Though I do not foresee that being a problem.
.......................
Is there anything else I should know about teaching here? That way I dont have to inconvenience you again. I know you are busy and all."
Thierry would nod his mouth immobile for a second, his chair would shift about to look out the back window not contacting her again through ordinary means, becoming distant where it was safe. "Yes.." His voice low and harsh waiting till she was out the door before he'd roll back around and open the bottom cabinet to his desk pulling free a shot class and a large bottle or rum. With the cork popped and a glass filled he'd quickly down seven of them before his face was red with an affluent feeling.
"grrr.." He'd feel the muzzle of his mustache chill at his upper lip before smashing the glass against his palm cutting deep scars into his hand and folding the opposite into a fist punching through the wall.
*kerthud!*
"Fuck."
