AN: Essayons-nous encore une fois - I'm so so so sorry about the New Yawk accent, I've decided that it's really a hopeless case and I'm just not gonna try anymore...Mais bien. You can imagine it, right??... Not as sappy as my last long one, I hope. :)
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There was sadness in his eyes as he looked out across the water. His hands were white, his nails digging into his arms. The setting sun hit his face just so and as the wind ruffled his dark blond hair, his eyes glistened with thousands of unshed tears.
Such is the perfect picture of leadership.
Heartbreak.
Hesitant footsteps made the docks creak under him and he leapt to his feet. Whirling around, one would never guess that he had been surprised. His cold eyes gleamed in a face of stone. She almost recoiled at the self-hatred apparent there.
Realizing who it was his clenched fists relaxed and his shoulders fell in - defeat? Regret? There were so many emotions swirling suddenly across his face and she hardly knew who she was staring at.
Spot Conlon never looks like this.
"Whaddya want, Key?" he growled. Staring at the red marks on his arms, she gave no response.
"My face is up here."
She reluctantly raised her eyes to his. His smirk was deceiving; his eyes were still brimming with hostility.
"What, Key?" his voice matched his expression, wrapped in self-confidence, under laid with malice.
"I was just...I was just wondering if you were okay. Lock said that you've been here all day and I just thought..." her burst of confidence failed as her eyes caught his. He was famous for many things, but intimidation was his specialty. The anger in his eyes hit her like a slap in the face.
"You just thought that you'd tear yourself away from his side and come and check up on me?" He raised and eyebrow, but it did nothing to dispel the fury in his tone.
She cast her eyes downwards again; "I was worried about you."
He gave a derisive laugh. "Right. You were worried about me."
Key's head snapped up and her eyes flashed with sudden anger.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't you mean that Lock was worried about me, and you just wanted to get on his good side?" he responded dryly.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You know, I'm allowed to care about you too! I don't do everything just 'cause - "
"'Cause you're in love with Lock?"
Her face reddened.
"Shut up! I am not!"
Laughing, Spot turned away so that she couldn't see the hurt in his eyes.
"Yeah, right. That's the biggest lie you've ever told me, Key."
"I'm not in love with - "
"Shut up, Key. I've seen the way you look at him. The way you hang off his every word?" he was facing her now, his eyes locked on hers.
"The way your face lights up when he walks into a room. The way he makes you laugh." Spot advanced, backing her up against a pillar, towering over her with an indistinguishable look in his eyes.
"I've seen you with him, Key. You aren't exactly subtle. I've seen the way you look at him."
He was so close to her now that she could feel his breath on her cheek. His eyes, inches above hers were shining with - something as he stared into her face.
... Is he going to...?
He suddenly pulled away, turning back out to the water.
"And I've seen the way he looks at you."
"Wha - what?" Key whispered.
"He's in love with you, you know." He closed his eyes as he spoke the words that ruined him. "He just hasn't realized it yet."
Key was frozen in place. Her heart leaped and yet - there was so much sadness in his voice.
"Key?" his voice was husky, suddenly.
"Yeah?" she could barely speak, there were so many thoughts swirling around in her head.
"Get out of here."
"But- "
"Key, just fucking listen for once! Go. Lock is waiting."
Her head sprang back as if she had been hit and her eyes hardened.
"Fuck you. You think you know what I want? You don't know anything! You call yourself my goddamn best friend and then you act like such an unbelievable bastard that I can barely breathe around you. Lock's my best friend, not my goddamn love interest! I -"
He whirled around and grabbed her arm, clamping a hand over her mouth in the process.
"Key, I'm not stupid. And I'm not fucking blind either. So get out of here, go find your fucking boyfriend and don't ever come back here pretending to care about me." The malice was back in his voice and his eyes were like ice as they bored into her. Her eyes slowly filled with tears and he released her roughly, pushing her back towards the land.
She stumbled and then drew herself back up, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"I do care about you, you bastard. More than you'll ever know." She turned and walked away, the air rich with her sobs.
A lonely tear glistened as it made its' way slowly down his cheek. You'd think that knowing that she was hurting too would make him feel better - but somehow, it only made things worse.
AN: Reviews on this one will be SO appreciated, because I really don't have much of an idea as to where the hell this one is headed...thankie :)
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There was sadness in his eyes as he looked out across the water. His hands were white, his nails digging into his arms. The setting sun hit his face just so and as the wind ruffled his dark blond hair, his eyes glistened with thousands of unshed tears.
Such is the perfect picture of leadership.
Heartbreak.
Hesitant footsteps made the docks creak under him and he leapt to his feet. Whirling around, one would never guess that he had been surprised. His cold eyes gleamed in a face of stone. She almost recoiled at the self-hatred apparent there.
Realizing who it was his clenched fists relaxed and his shoulders fell in - defeat? Regret? There were so many emotions swirling suddenly across his face and she hardly knew who she was staring at.
Spot Conlon never looks like this.
"Whaddya want, Key?" he growled. Staring at the red marks on his arms, she gave no response.
"My face is up here."
She reluctantly raised her eyes to his. His smirk was deceiving; his eyes were still brimming with hostility.
"What, Key?" his voice matched his expression, wrapped in self-confidence, under laid with malice.
"I was just...I was just wondering if you were okay. Lock said that you've been here all day and I just thought..." her burst of confidence failed as her eyes caught his. He was famous for many things, but intimidation was his specialty. The anger in his eyes hit her like a slap in the face.
"You just thought that you'd tear yourself away from his side and come and check up on me?" He raised and eyebrow, but it did nothing to dispel the fury in his tone.
She cast her eyes downwards again; "I was worried about you."
He gave a derisive laugh. "Right. You were worried about me."
Key's head snapped up and her eyes flashed with sudden anger.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't you mean that Lock was worried about me, and you just wanted to get on his good side?" he responded dryly.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You know, I'm allowed to care about you too! I don't do everything just 'cause - "
"'Cause you're in love with Lock?"
Her face reddened.
"Shut up! I am not!"
Laughing, Spot turned away so that she couldn't see the hurt in his eyes.
"Yeah, right. That's the biggest lie you've ever told me, Key."
"I'm not in love with - "
"Shut up, Key. I've seen the way you look at him. The way you hang off his every word?" he was facing her now, his eyes locked on hers.
"The way your face lights up when he walks into a room. The way he makes you laugh." Spot advanced, backing her up against a pillar, towering over her with an indistinguishable look in his eyes.
"I've seen you with him, Key. You aren't exactly subtle. I've seen the way you look at him."
He was so close to her now that she could feel his breath on her cheek. His eyes, inches above hers were shining with - something as he stared into her face.
... Is he going to...?
He suddenly pulled away, turning back out to the water.
"And I've seen the way he looks at you."
"Wha - what?" Key whispered.
"He's in love with you, you know." He closed his eyes as he spoke the words that ruined him. "He just hasn't realized it yet."
Key was frozen in place. Her heart leaped and yet - there was so much sadness in his voice.
"Key?" his voice was husky, suddenly.
"Yeah?" she could barely speak, there were so many thoughts swirling around in her head.
"Get out of here."
"But- "
"Key, just fucking listen for once! Go. Lock is waiting."
Her head sprang back as if she had been hit and her eyes hardened.
"Fuck you. You think you know what I want? You don't know anything! You call yourself my goddamn best friend and then you act like such an unbelievable bastard that I can barely breathe around you. Lock's my best friend, not my goddamn love interest! I -"
He whirled around and grabbed her arm, clamping a hand over her mouth in the process.
"Key, I'm not stupid. And I'm not fucking blind either. So get out of here, go find your fucking boyfriend and don't ever come back here pretending to care about me." The malice was back in his voice and his eyes were like ice as they bored into her. Her eyes slowly filled with tears and he released her roughly, pushing her back towards the land.
She stumbled and then drew herself back up, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"I do care about you, you bastard. More than you'll ever know." She turned and walked away, the air rich with her sobs.
A lonely tear glistened as it made its' way slowly down his cheek. You'd think that knowing that she was hurting too would make him feel better - but somehow, it only made things worse.
AN: Reviews on this one will be SO appreciated, because I really don't have much of an idea as to where the hell this one is headed...thankie :)