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Tweak says, "MEEP!"

Claire Westbane (clairefree) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 09:40:00

Entry tags:

#greatlake, #march2023, c. westbane, w. longbottom

Who: Claire and Wes
What: Talking
When: Saturday... morning
Where: by the lake
Rating: R?

Things between them had been strained. The recent revelation (or supposed) from Quin that he'd been raped by Wes had made it even more so -- from Claire's side of the relationship, in any case. Not knowing what to do (how was one supposed to react with the news that her best friend might have forced themselves upon someone else?), say, behave, she'd tried to keep things as normal until she finally sorted things through. Ordinarily-- Well, ordinarily she wouldn't have had to have asked. But with recent events and secrets being found out, there were definitely some trust issues going on. And no matter how much it made her hate herself, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Quin's words.

His touches, in the beginning, had made her stiffen slightly. She'd remained sitting next to him in classes, at meals. But she was quiet, introverted, thinking. Anyone else would've blamed it on her father and his condition, but she wasn't sure what Wes thought.

It was hard, decidedly so, being caught in that catch 22. Torn and ripped apart by your own logic and conscience. She wanted to be near him, all the time, to talk and laugh and joke like they used to. But things were different; he was too quiet and watchful, downtrodden after the week before. And she hated it. It made her feel claustropohic and breathless. She worried that he might see right through her, what she was thinking, and that would be the end of it.

But this was exhausting, and she wasn't one to brood. So she'd made her way over to the lake, harried, determined. She just needed to think things through for a bit longer. Make sure she knew how this was going to go, what she was going to say, what he could possible say (What if he admitted it? Denied it? Tried to reason with her? Was there ever an excuse?) The day was glorious, bright and clear, though the bite of winter's chill still hovered near the icy water. She sat herself down near the edge, running a hand over her face in frustration. Things had better start looking up soon or she was going to think she'd been cursed.

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clairefree
2009-03-24 04:18 am UTC (link)

Claire blinked when he answered her, making a noise of disbelief. But he was still talking and her brain was working through what she'd said as well as what he was saying.

The second time he apologised she turned, kneeling in front of him, fighting back a fresh wave of tears -- these ones from frustration. "What?" she breathed, forehead creased in a frown. "What are you doing, Wes?" She shrugged, hands out to emphasise what she was saying. "I tell you that I want to be with you and you try and give me an out? Merlin," she pressed a hand to her forehead, letting the other fall into her lap. "I thought you were more of a man than that."

A deep breath and she stood, stumbled, as the tears started to fall. Oh, fuck it all to hell! This was why she'd been fighting it for so long. "I have to go," she mumbled, pulling her cardigan around her shoulders.

	wassupwes 2009-03-30 06:33 am UTC (link)
	"Why should it be weird?" Wes replied, taking her to a cushion so they could lay together. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and, after a moment of smiling at the fact she was happily hugging him, thought about how nasty and cold his bum was in his damp jeans. "It's just us Cee," He said softly, "You'n'me. Don't make it weird and it won't be weird ok?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)