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Tweak says, "STELLLLA!"

Arthur - The Point Man (noimagination) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-08-09 03:24:00

Entry tags:

!@event, arthur, mal cobb

Who: Arthur and Mal.
What: Meeting someone he thought was dead.
When: After this
Where: The bus terminal and then the apartments.
Rating: TBD.
Status: Incomplete.

Mal was alive.

Somehow, and Arthur had no idea how it was even possible, she was alive. Two years spent thinking she was dead, and now she was back. Arthur wasn't sure what to think about that, torn between disbelief and happiness. No anger though. He could never be angry at Mal, no matter how much he had wanted to be when she had killed herself. There had been bone-deep grief, but no anger. Now, the grief and weariness faded somewhat. It was still there though, because as much as she was alive she wasn't quite Mal. She didn't have the memories or the experiences that had shaped the woman he had known.

The woman he'd loved, if he was honest. Mal was the sort of person you couldn't help but love, and Arthur had been helpless to resist her. He'd been seventeen the first time he met her, and she had been beautiful and brilliant even then. He hadn't stood a chance. Over the years, he became closer to Dom and their friendship became a central part of his life, but there was always Mal there in the background. An unspoken divide between them. He knew it was wrong, the way he felt about his best friend's girlfriend, later his fiance and even later his wife, the mother of his children. But he consoled himself with the fact that he hadn't been the only one feeling these things.

He and Mal had been together right up until that trip to Limbo. It broke off after that, and then Mal had died. Or seemed to. Arthur shook his head as he reached the bus depot. He had put on his waistcoat and his tie, concerned about Mal's impression of him. He wanted her to notice him. It was utterly pathetic and he knew it, and he didn't give a damn. He saw her, just a few feet away, and he froze on the spot. She was beautiful as ever. Exactly like he remembered. He wanted to be selfish, to not mention Dom and let her draw her own conclusions. But he couldn't do that.

"Mal," he said, walking up to her. Words failed him in a way they rarely did and he just stared at her, captivated. He wanted to touch her, brush his fingers over her skin and reassure himself that she was real. "It's really you."

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what_is_real
2010-08-15 06:42 am UTC (link)

Hearing those words, whispered so they were forever only for her, was enough to break Mal. She returned the kiss hungrily, forgetting all else as she threaded her fingers through his hair. "Mon amour, je suis désolée que je t'ai quitté," she muttered against his mouth in rapid French, as if one of them would disappear the moment that contact with broken. "Je suis désolée que je t'ai quitté,". Je te promets de ne jamais repartir."

Mal's heart was pounding so hard within her chest, she was sure it was about to burst. The feelings were so sudden and so intense that she could hardly believe they were real, but there was no possible way that they could be fake. Thankfully, they weren't accompanied by any other memories, but she didn't need them right then to know where she belonged, because her place was at Arthur's side, wherever that may be, all others be damned.

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noimagination
2010-08-15 07:22 am UTC (link)

They could barely move apart, and he could feel more than hear the words she spoke as her breath ghosted over his lips. His tongue darted out over his lips nervously as if he was trying to taste her promises. "Tu me manquai," he said. "Tu me manquai plus que je ne pouvais avoir en soi." He sighed, resting his forehead against hers and taking a moment to just breathe her in. "Si ce n'est qu'un rêve, je ne voudrais pas de me réveiller." If this was nothing more than a dream, he would rather fall into Limbo than ever wake up.

He knew in his heart, this was wrong. He knew that he should put aside his feelings before this got messy and someone got hurt. But he had spent years at Dom's side, had given up everything for him, and now he just wanted something for himself. Someone for himself. Mal. "We should..." he trailed off, switching back to English. "We should go to the apartment. It's getting late and you need to get settled in. I'll stay the night...if you want me to." He didn't want to presume, or take things too quickly, even if it felt like there was no way they could possibly take things to quickly.

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what_is_real
2010-08-15 07:39 am UTC (link)

Mal didn't want to move, didn't want to break the addictive, heady spell that seemingly swirled around them, separating the two from the rest of the world. The last couple of years had been hard, for Mal because she didn't know where she'd come from and had been forced to start fresh, and for Arthur because he'd thought she'd died. She couldn't imagine the amount of pain that had brought him, and anything that hurt her darling Arthur hurt Mal.

She drifted her lips against his again, eyes closed shut tight unless this world proved to be a dream. She didn't want it to be a dream. She wanted this to be reality so badly she could taste it.

"Ce n'est pas un rêve. C'est le réveil."

She pulled back when Arthur spoke in English, just a tiny bit, just enough to nod. "Please stay with me. I'm not ready to let you go yet. Not after so long without you."

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