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Carrick McClennithan is the bringer of storms (theseainsideme) wrote in we_float,

He turned his head to look at her. This isn't the way he wanted the conversation to end, nor was that the way he wanted Katherine to feel.

"Excuse me," Alistair said after a moment, rising up and going to the half bath.

He went immediately to the sink and turned on the tap to douse water over his face, slide some along the back of his neck. It was a poor replacement for what he really wanted, which was to lie in bed and be alone in his thoughts to properly think and breathe and think. Maybe there was a way? Was he just not thinking of this in the right way? Perhaps it only seemed so impossible out of his own blindness on the subject.

He looked at his fingers, at the smudged makeup from just over his throat. He was just as bad as she was. Worse, maybe. Alistair turned off the water and watched the rest of the water sheet off of him into the porcelain.

What did he want? Wistful blue eyes met their mirror image and Alistair knew what he wanted. Security. Safety. He wanted all the misery Amelia went through in her adolescence to miss Xaviera. He wanted to know he would always be able to provide for her and himself. He wanted people to not be flaming, bigoted idiots.