~Blood Rose~
I hear you I hear you right next to me
Not a sound do you make nor do I perceive
Except in silence speaks volumes to me
Except in this silence your grace I see.
(From MichaelAngle: Silence)
Chapter 17:
Two weeks had passed since Jax had found Skye, and he wasn't sure what to make off all that had transpired, not to say that anything really had because it hadn't. Since that odd reunion, they had fallen into a pattern, or more likely he had fallen into one she already had.
The mornings varied a little, consisting of one or the other reading, going down the shore, him working on his laptop or her sketching. He had been surprised the day he had gotten up to see her on the deck sketching the expanse before her in a notepad; she had remarkable talent and wondered briefly why he had never seen her do so before. Their meals weren't noteworthy, one or the other would simply get up and make a meal for two, she usually made breakfast, he dinner, and lunch was handled by however thought of it first. They rarely spoke to one another and when they did, it was nothing more than to announce a meal, or when she left for her walk. It never failed, every afternoon she'd head down towards the beach, then head north up the shore. He had moved to go with her the first day but she had firmly said no in a way that left no argument. They had gone to town once together to the grocery store. He drove them there, followed her about as she got what was needed, then drove them back, not a single word had transpired the entire way, not that he expected there to have been.
It was getting late, dinner was ready and the sun was low on the horizon but Skye had yet appeared in the distance. Jax held himself from going down to the shoreline, he didn't want her to think even for a moment that he had been following, not that he hadn't considered it. He was there if she needed him and right now he had to accept that any conversations had to be started by her, least he pushed her even further away by mistake.
Heading to his own room to grab a warmer shirt he paused part way down the hall, paused right in front of the first door on the left. It was a white door unremarkable aside from the painted red rose it bore. He had observed that Skye never went into it and that when she passed it her step was just noticeably quicker though she herself didn't seem to realize it. He wondered why that was, he had learned by some research that the house had been hers for years, that the title had been passed down to her. He hadn't mentioned this of course, that would not had been a good idea, but he had to wonder if this hadn't been the first time she'd actually taken residence here. There had to be a reason she avoided the room, just another secret, another thing unspoken between them.
Jax was tired of secrets, tired of things unspoken, there was something more than the high risk pregnancy on Skye's mind, of that he was sure, the question was what. Beyond that door might lay some answers, beyond that door might be what he needed to understand, something that might help him know how to get her to open up with out pushing her away.
He brought his hand up to the handle, hesitated a moment, than opened the door. He caught sight of a four-poster bed, stacks of boxes, and an old chest pushed off to one side. He was about to step inside the room when the sound of a creaking floorboard reached his ears. He turned quickly to find Skye standing in the living room staring directly at him.
Jax opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but she quickly eliminated the space between them, reached past him grabbing the door handle, and yanked it shut. She stood there, her hand pressed against the door, her head lowered while he stood next to her, looking down at her head wordlessly. It was the closet they had come to one another since his arrival and yet it seemed the distance between them was now even greater.
Slowly Skye lifted her head, stepping away from him, away from the door, as she looked at him. Her eyes were sharp, intense with a cold anger, and something else he couldn't identify. For an endless amount of time she stared at him while he resisted the urge to shrink back in guilt then wordlessly she turned and headed in the kitchen. After a moment he followed her, sitting down at the table as she put the plates he'd left in the oven to keep warm on the table. The ate in the same silence that had been there since Jax's arrival but for some reason, tonight it seemed all the more deafening.
I hear you I hear you right next to me
Not a sound do you make nor do I perceive
Except in silence speaks volumes to me
Except in this silence your grace I see.
(From MichaelAngle: Silence)
Chapter 17:
Two weeks had passed since Jax had found Skye, and he wasn't sure what to make off all that had transpired, not to say that anything really had because it hadn't. Since that odd reunion, they had fallen into a pattern, or more likely he had fallen into one she already had.
The mornings varied a little, consisting of one or the other reading, going down the shore, him working on his laptop or her sketching. He had been surprised the day he had gotten up to see her on the deck sketching the expanse before her in a notepad; she had remarkable talent and wondered briefly why he had never seen her do so before. Their meals weren't noteworthy, one or the other would simply get up and make a meal for two, she usually made breakfast, he dinner, and lunch was handled by however thought of it first. They rarely spoke to one another and when they did, it was nothing more than to announce a meal, or when she left for her walk. It never failed, every afternoon she'd head down towards the beach, then head north up the shore. He had moved to go with her the first day but she had firmly said no in a way that left no argument. They had gone to town once together to the grocery store. He drove them there, followed her about as she got what was needed, then drove them back, not a single word had transpired the entire way, not that he expected there to have been.
It was getting late, dinner was ready and the sun was low on the horizon but Skye had yet appeared in the distance. Jax held himself from going down to the shoreline, he didn't want her to think even for a moment that he had been following, not that he hadn't considered it. He was there if she needed him and right now he had to accept that any conversations had to be started by her, least he pushed her even further away by mistake.
Heading to his own room to grab a warmer shirt he paused part way down the hall, paused right in front of the first door on the left. It was a white door unremarkable aside from the painted red rose it bore. He had observed that Skye never went into it and that when she passed it her step was just noticeably quicker though she herself didn't seem to realize it. He wondered why that was, he had learned by some research that the house had been hers for years, that the title had been passed down to her. He hadn't mentioned this of course, that would not had been a good idea, but he had to wonder if this hadn't been the first time she'd actually taken residence here. There had to be a reason she avoided the room, just another secret, another thing unspoken between them.
Jax was tired of secrets, tired of things unspoken, there was something more than the high risk pregnancy on Skye's mind, of that he was sure, the question was what. Beyond that door might lay some answers, beyond that door might be what he needed to understand, something that might help him know how to get her to open up with out pushing her away.
He brought his hand up to the handle, hesitated a moment, than opened the door. He caught sight of a four-poster bed, stacks of boxes, and an old chest pushed off to one side. He was about to step inside the room when the sound of a creaking floorboard reached his ears. He turned quickly to find Skye standing in the living room staring directly at him.
Jax opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but she quickly eliminated the space between them, reached past him grabbing the door handle, and yanked it shut. She stood there, her hand pressed against the door, her head lowered while he stood next to her, looking down at her head wordlessly. It was the closet they had come to one another since his arrival and yet it seemed the distance between them was now even greater.
Slowly Skye lifted her head, stepping away from him, away from the door, as she looked at him. Her eyes were sharp, intense with a cold anger, and something else he couldn't identify. For an endless amount of time she stared at him while he resisted the urge to shrink back in guilt then wordlessly she turned and headed in the kitchen. After a moment he followed her, sitting down at the table as she put the plates he'd left in the oven to keep warm on the table. The ate in the same silence that had been there since Jax's arrival but for some reason, tonight it seemed all the more deafening.