DH AN: I hope you are ready for another chapter of Jeweler. Please enjoy Chapter Six: Questions of Golden Trust.
Chapter Six: Questions of Golden Trust
Marik's steps were slow and purposeful as he walked down the hallway. However, his thoughts were not. When he reached his room, he did not enter, instead putting his back against the door and letting himself slide down to the floor. He rested his elbows on his knees, laying each of his hands crossways on the opposite arm. He closed his eyes, being in a pondering mood was never strange to him. But the matter he was pondering over was somewhat new to him.
That matter which was most on his mind was trust. And the pondering over the matter brought feelings of slight admiration from him, at the fact that this somewhat reclusive redhead had opened up to him information that she may have kept secret or hidden, of her own choosing. That she had trusted him, an almost complete stranger. This statement was somewhat true, as he gave her his name and nothing more. There was no more information freely given out, but somehow…She knew more.
At this, Marik's slight admiration changed, reflecting the opposite emotion. It was now a feeling of almost full force loathing aimed at himself. Unconcerned, uninviting, and unwilling to admit that there is warmth in me that can be shown. All except the last are now proven false. It's both slightly comforting and overwhelmingly alarming at the same time.
He opened his eyes as his thoughts began to change. Though still of self-loathing, these thoughts were for the wrong reason. All she did was show a smile, and my defenses lay shattered around me in irreparable pieces! He shivered slightly, and while it would have been very easy to just go back into his room, he was now too stubborn to even consider it. And I lent her my coat as well… He let out a sigh of slight aggravation What on earth is happening to me?
The answer was simple: He was falling for her. The problem was Marik was as content being a slight recluse as some CEOs are in their work. Yet there were many times when he wanted to allow himself to open a little, to let someone in, wanting to just leave his solitude behind, and take one step into the light of companionship. But taking that first step was the real obstacle; he would need to surrender two things, or at least be willing to. The first was to surrender his notion that he was not falling for Filiron Rylae, something that was already taking place, and be able to admit it. The second was a fully golden trust, his trust, that was not to be earned, but given freely. His denial was the obstacle that needed to be moved, but he couldn't do it alone, but was Filiron the one who could save him, lead him from his solitude? He pushed the question away, slowly accepting sleep's invitation, leaning against the door.
Filiron stayed awake, not out of fear, nor insomnia, neither was it out of hope. Pondering was what kept her mind active. She still held her hand closed, her ring in the position that Marik left it. How did he know? Does he know the significance of what I've told him? Why did he do this; She glanced at the room, when he could very well have just left me there? Why did I not press him for more information? Filiron's next question was irrelevant compared to her earlier ones, Why can I see the storm in his eyes?
The eyes were said top be a window to the soul, and that window could show many things. From the brief encounters with her amethyst-eyed, reclusive rescuer, it was clear that trust was not something easily earned, as everyone goes through a certain betrayal of trust at some point; Filiron could easily understand that. But she saw he had unwanted memories as well, but she wasn't surprised by this either, as Marik seemed to be one of few words.
But she saw that through this reluctance to trust, there were some who would never think of betrayal; who would, after working so hard to gain one's trust? That trust would be a golden trust that would never wear or waver, and the loyalty that came entwined with a golden trust was unbreakable. But those who obtain a golden trust were few.
She leaned her head back, only to find that she still wore Marik's jacket. It was worn and well-cared for. It also revealed a fact ; her reclusive rescuer cared for something.
Filiron silently slipped the jacket off her shoulders, and opened the door. She smiled as she saw the caring reclusive individual asleep with his back against the door. Remembering his earlier offer of a coffee, Filiron quickly scribbled a note with a nervous hand, and stuck it inside the right side pocket of the jacket. She stepped toward him, and seeing a shiver from him, gently draped the jacket across his knees. Filiron then retreated to her room.
DH: Still smiling. I had writer's block for this so long. There was a very obscure Phantom reference, and an easy to spot one as well. Veracity will be updated next. Please Review.
