Title: My Immortal
By: FallenArchAngel47
Dear Readers,
Umm… hi… forgive my EXTREME OOCness in this chapter. Or at least that's how I view it…anyway… moving on… I think that's it. Umm… yeah…am I the only person out there that's like… madly in love with Larten Crepsley? lol.
Fallen
Chapter 16
"What did you want to talk about, Mr. Crepsley, sir?" Proxime asked quietly as they began to walk toward the trees at the edge of the clearing. Proxime's steps were small and uneven compared to Mr. Crepsley's long uneven strides. "Well… the previous episode… how have you been doing?" Mr. Crepsley asked. "Surviving, Mr. Crepsley, sir." She responded. "Barely getting by on a daily basis." She added quietly. "Sorry to hear that." He said. "It's alright, Mr. Crepsley, Sir. Thank you for your concern." She said. "You always were so polite… to anyone." He said softly. "Unless you were angry." He chuckled at the memory. "You had a temper on you… I'll tell ya." He said clearing his throat and shaking his head. They walked through the trees in silence. "You've not changed a bit, then, I assume, Mr. Crepsley, Sir? Aside from your assistant." She spoke quietly. "The very same for you." He said. He dug his hands into his pockets and walked over to the side of the river. "Would you care to sit?" He asked gesturing to a boulder in front of him.
"Yes, thank you…" She said. She sat down on the boulder, and he sat on the one next to her. "What did you bring me out here to discuss, Mr. Crepsley, Sir?" Proxime asked. "I wanted to thank you for breaking Bryanna's enchantment. Mr. Crepsley said softly staring into the surface of the water. "You're welcome…it was nothing big…" she said. There was silence after that. "…So…what brought you to the Cirque Du Freak?" Proxime asked quietly. "I could ask the very same of you." Mr. Crepsley responded. "But I will tell you…" he said. "Darren was feeling lonely… and so I thought he could make some stable friends that would accept him for what he is at the Cirque." He explained. She nodded in understanding. "What about you?" He asked. "Hiding from Bryanna." She explained. "Oh." He said. He fell silent. "I'm sorry." He said. "It's fine… I wouldn't have left had it just been me… but I don't want Aimee to get hurt… she threatened me last time that the next time I meddled in her magic she would hurt Aimee… so I left." She explained. He nodded. Then there was silence once more.
The moon shone down, creating floating diamond sparkles upon the surface of the meandering dark blue waters of the river. The dark green leaves of the trees swayed in the wind, as the wind howled softly. The slice was only broke once or twice by the sound of an owl hooting in the distance or some sort of other animal moving about. Proxime looked down, studying the form, shape, and shade of each individual blade of grass beneath their feet. Clouds ominously hovered in the distance, unbeknown by the two sitting in blissful ignorance of the clouds.
"Proxime?" Larten asked quietly. "Yes, Mr. Crepsley sir?" Proxime asked quietly. Larten sighed softly. "Larten… call me Larten… please…." He said. She nodded and remained looking down. He reached out and gently placed a finger under her chin lifting it up. His eyes looked into her magenta and pink eyes. She looked back into his. "Your eye is pink…" he stated."Embarrassed?" He chuckled softly. "And your other is Magenta…" he said quietly."Which should mean… you still love me…" he whispered. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was as light as possible and be able to still be called a kiss. Proxime drew in a quick startled breath. She had not been expecting this, and was thrown off guard. She sat there, not moving, but unsure what to do. His lips remained over hers. After a few minutes of frozenness due to being startled, her body answered back by leaning forward and pressing her lips onto his fully, deepening the kiss. He didn't pull away but rather instead pulled her closer than she had been before, pulling her onto his lap. She was lighter than he has expected which made it easier on him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as her arms snaked their way around his neck, and her hand made it's way into the small crop of orange hair upon his head. "Larten…" she sighed as he trailed kisses along her jaw. "We can't do this…" she said quietly, closing her eyes pretending it was just a dream. "We can't…we can't…" she said quietly, repeating the words she loathed most. "I don't give a damn…" he responded just as quietly. "Just one night, just one is all I ask…" he whispered. He put a hand on either side of her face gently and leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a breath-taking, tongue twisting, kiss.
When he pulled away she had regretful, yet happy, tears falling down her face. He wiped them away with his thumb. "Our promise Larten… our promise to each other and our promise to ourselves, don't you remember?" she whispered. She looked up at him. He looked down at her, his eyes soft and sad. "Proxime, you don't understand… I've waited years to see your face again, to feel your lips on mine, to hold you in my arms again, and to tell you what I needed to tell you all those years ago." He whispered. She shook her head. "Larten, no, don't you dare say those words, I'm happily engaged-""To who?" he asked looking down at her. "Mikihisa…" she said quietly. "I know you don't love him Proxime, not the way you love me, and I know damn well that he doesn't feel the same way about you, not the way that I do you. Proxime please listen…" he pleaded. She got up. "Larten… we made a promise we wouldn't let this happen…" she whispered sadly. "We swore we wouldn't let our emotions get the best of us… we both are aware of the consequences of what would happen should that happen…" she whispered, looking away as the tears welled in her eyes. "Proxime please…" "It's going to rain soon…" she whispered softly, interrupting him. "We should go inside… wouldn't want to get wet…" she said sadly. She walked away, leaving a broken hearted Mr. Crepsley all over again. Just as she walked away, the rain began to fall from the sky, crying for a love the was so strong, it would destroy anything in it's path, including itself.