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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 5, 2021 14:17:50 GMT -5
All proper and logical thought ceased the moment she smiled.
She was complimenting him, but he could barely register it. All of those things he was trying to avoid just moments ago were crashing down on him again because the woman, suddenly, was daring to tease him when they were safely hidden below deck. How long did they have? It was hard to say, but he wasn't really searching for the answer.
Instead, his gaze dropped to follow the trail of her finger. Lord, help me, please. He was about to get horribly impulsive again if she didn't stop. And, naturally, just as he was silently praying, she was, in fact, making it so much worse. Blue eyes met dark at the same time before she whispered into the curve of his ear, believing that she could place an innocent kiss on his cheek and simply walk past him.
Oh, no, Lady Hewitt...you've made a mistake.
His arm was catching her by the waist to swiftly drag her back into the room, gently pushing her up against the wall beside the door. This was becoming a common thing for them, but he wasn't complaining, nor did he seem to care about anything else when her body was pressed against his. The logic was trying to claw its way back into his brain, yet fingers were filtering into that damp hair before he leaned in slowly despite the sudden urgency of seconds before.
"Helene..." his voice had dropped dangerously low as his lips brushed gently across her own. He watched her closely with heavy eyes, his other hand finding her hip as he struggled to gain control over himself. After an agonizing second, his face dipped to find the curve of her neck where he would plant feather-light kisses down to her shoulder. "I'll only ask three times..." he began, trailing those kisses up towards her ear. He could taste the salt from the sea off of her skin, and he sighed softly. Wesley was still fighting with keeping his hands to himself, all the while attempting to speak what was on his mind.
"Before the night is over...I'll only ask you three times..." He deliberately spoke slowly so that she would listen and pay attention. "I'll ask you to stay with me." No, he didn't mean in his bed, although his actions probably spoke otherwise, and he was still trying to calculate how much time they really did have. But Helene would understand what he meant, especially as he finally looked at her again with that gentle, pleading look in his eyes.
He would ask her to stay with him forever.
The sailor wasn't asking yet, though. His thumb brushed across her lower lip before Wes finally leaned in to stake claim of that mouth, not wanting her to argue with him yet. Fingers tightened just a little more in her hair while he kissed her slowly and deeply, drawing her somehow closer to him before he felt like he wouldn't be able to contain himself. There was that desire, but there was also that overwhelming need to keep this woman in his life right now, and he was terrified to lose her.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 5, 2021 14:20:09 GMT -5
Helene had to try and keep herself from squeaking in surprise as Welsey’s arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into the small cabin. Her breath had caught, and her heart had begun to pound as she was put against that wall, and suddenly it was like she was back in that ballroom. Only, this time it was different. This time she could see his face, and they weren’t dressed up to be something they weren’t. Their real selves, were here right now.
Her lips slightly parted as she took in a breath. The air practically crackled with a sudden tension as she felt Wesley press himself against her and touch her hair. Her head tilted back on instinct as she looked at him with those large brown eyes of hers. She sucked in a breath as he said her name, her body trembled slightly against his as his voice made her skin feel like it had an electrical charge running through it. He was watching her with those heavy eyes. The blue of his hues looked darker, more stormy and dangerous down here then up on deck.
She found herself looking at him curiously as he placed his hand on her hip, and she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat as she felt him place those kisses on her neck. Her hands gripped his shirt, her fingers tightening around the fabric as she forced herself to take a deep breath. As if on instinct she tilted her head to the side a bit more to give him better access. He spoke then, but she was quickly becoming distracted by his kisses.
Helene froze there against the door, as he spoke slowly, and she turned her head to try and look at him. Her heart was beating quicker now, and her breath had caught once more. "I'll ask you to stay with me." Damn you Wesley deGrey! She thought. She should have known, should have been prepared for it, and yet he’d managed to slip it in. And of course he made her heart skip a beat with those words. She knew they would be coming at least, and each time she’d have to tell him no. When they said goodbye that night, that would be his 3rd one, and she’d have to turn him away.
For a split second she could feel the hotness of tears starting to form in her eyes. Wanting to beg him to not do this to her. Could he not see that it hurt? That it physically hurt her to constantly tell him no? Or was he doing it on purpose to wear her down? He was going to kill her with those pleading eyes. She wouldn’t have the time to think about it however before his thumb ran over her bottom lip and he was claiming her lips. A small whimper managed to come from her before she was kissing Wesley back. This time it was different. Their time in the ballroom had been hot and frantic. A need that had too long gone unsatisfied. There was more meaning behind this, knowing how much he wanted her with him and not just in a sexual way, just cracked her walls further. The emotions moments ago had been smothered, and Helene suddenly just wanted to think about the present, the right now. She could worry about the past and future later, but not right now. Not when Wesley was pulling her closer and setting her body on fire.
For a moment, she managed to break the kiss, her breath slightly labored, as her chest rose and fell as she looked up at him, searching his eyes for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on in his head aside from wanting her to stay. Her eyes flickered from his eyes down to his mouth, and then back up to his eyes. A slight flush had entered her cheeks, and she bit her lip in silent contemplation. How mad would Elliot really get if they didn’t show up on the upper deck for a while longer? She could easily use the excuse Wesley had been showing her around since she hadn’t actually been down there before...
She’d promised him one day, and if it was their last day, she wanted to make it a good one. A day where she could say she truly felt alive, and where she could enjoy her time with the man she’d fallen head over heels for. No regrets. "Be with me. Right now just be with me, and just forget the rest of the world.” She quoted him from earlier as her decision was made. One arm went up around Wesley’s neck while the other was reaching off to the side, feeling for the door. A look of determination on her face, as she did it. She had to lean a bit, but once she had the edge of it, she was pulling it closed, and reached for the handle. Fumbling until she found the lock. The sound of it sliding into place was near deafening. With that handled, her hand went to the back of Wes' head, her fingers carting through his hair, before she was on her tiptoes, claiming his lips with hers.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 5, 2021 14:21:21 GMT -5
Somehow, this had escalated so quickly, and he was struggling to keep his head above water instead of drowning deep within her. Truth be told, it was all he wanted to do, and once again Helene had started it. She had instigated that night in the ballroom, and although she teased and he'd dragged her back here, he was willing to let her walk away once he had another taste of her lips. Yet, the heat in the cabin had turned up within seconds, and he knew if they didn't stop, that impulsiveness was going to grow tenfold.
Wesley didn't open his eyes right away when she managed to break their kiss. Instead, he stood there softly panting with his forehead gently resting against hers. He was waiting for her to remind him where they were and who would possibly be searching for them above deck. There was no way he could be that strong just yet, but he could after a few seconds. Eventually, blues fluttered open to find her lovely face which would no doubt already be softly sun-kissed. Currently, however, the pink he saw upon her cheeks was from something else entirely, and he couldn't stop the twitch of a grin across his mouth.
Time to move, mate, he was quietly telling himself. It would seem the countess had other ideas.
'Be with me. Right now just be with me, and just forget the rest of the world.' She was using his own words against him and he felt his breath catch within his throat, even more so as the vixen was daringly reaching over to shut the door and latch it. As she kissed him again, she'd feel the sly smile before he was returning it, wrapping his arms around her to secure her closer.
Despite not knowing how much they would really have until someone came looking, he still wasn't rushing. He savored her lips and relished the scent of her, of her skin and the sun and salted water. It suited her, because she belonged here...and with him. He knew it was selfish to think, but he wasn't taking it back. He wasn't going to feel bad for it. Helene was the very first thing to ever make him feel alive after the storming seas- the man was going to be relentless. More so than he already was.
Yet, the question still hadn't left his tongue. Wes just focused on her, gently guiding her towards the bed where he urged her down...only to stop for a second while he hovered over her, and broke his mouth from hers. The sailor dared to stop this moment to look perplexed. "Did you...make the bed?" Because he certainly hadn't done it.
Wow, you're an idiot. That’s so bloody romantic.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 5, 2021 14:22:20 GMT -5
This was stupid. A terrible idea, that was completely and one hundred percent impulsive. And yet...Helene grinned into the kiss as she felt Wesley's sly grin. This was definitely a deliciously stupid idea, that she would not feel bad about. If it was her last day of with him forever, she wanted to be with him one more time, and not in a ballroom. Sorry Elliot, your Sailor is occupied at the moment. She thought, as Wesley’s arms enclosed around her.
Safe. Home. Right. That’s what she felt in those arms, and she was going to enjoy it before she couldn’t anymore. She felt herself being walked backwards towards the bed, and Helene’s fingers were already at work on his shirt by the time she felt herself lowered onto the bed. Loosening the ties of it until he broke the kiss. Helene’s hands froze, and her eyes opened to stare at him, her lips pursing as he asked his question. Try as she might to not laugh, she couldn’t help it, and a small giggle came out. She released the ties of his shirt and reached up to gently stroke his cheek with the back of her fingers. “Forgive me, I couldn’t help myself.” She mused. She found herself running her hands then over his shoulders before they settled on his chest while he hovered there. “If I had known we’d mess it up again, I’d have left it as is…” she mused lightly.
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Secretly engaged.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 5, 2021 14:23:21 GMT -5
Oh, he was very occupied...and apparently very distracted as well.
It wasn't difficult for Helene to gain his full attention back just by the simple, lovely sound of her laughter. When those bright blues focused on her once more, humor painted across his face, and he smiled as she touched his cheek. This was how it should be all of the time, every day. This carefree, wonderful feeling, this impulsiveness and happiness that she so easily brought him despite whatever plagued her. And Wesley wanted it for her, to give her this freedom she apparently dreamed of. All she had to do was take and let him in, let him help her.
It was killing him being unable to, even though he didn't let it show right now.
As he leaned on one arm, he used his opposite hand to idly begin to undo the buttons on her borrowed shirt. It would've been easier to just slip it right over her head, but he appeared to be contemplating something as the amusement slowly began to drift away. All distraction of the stupidly made bed was gone as he was then slowly drawing out the hem of that shirt from her pants. It was a shame, really- she looked rather cute in the oversized tunic, but he was going to like what was underneath a lot more.
His face dipped down to her neck again, decorating it with gentle kisses and tickling with the subtle brush of that auburn scruff along his chin. "Helene..." he said her name again . She might know where this was going (not meaning the obvious), and the bastard was purposely choosing now to ask. Maybe he was trying to trick her, and he wasn't about to feel guilty about it at all.
That hand finally slipped beneath the fabric to feel skin, his touch traveling up along her side before he was kissing her. The feeling of urgency was trying to take hold, but he didn't want to give in, not yet. The old captain could pound on the damn door and Wesley wouldn't care, because he wasn't going to rush this like the ballroom. Right now, he had the chance to take his time, to touch her, to study every inch of her, to just be with. As distracting as her mouth always was, he was still managing to unbutton her trousers before fingers curled into her hip.
Wesley broke the kiss just enough to speak; his lips still brushing against hers as he stared down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. "Stay with me," he asked, even though he knew what she was going to say. Helene was aware he was going to ask two more times, so her reply would not be a horrible blow. In fact, he was making it quite clear that he knew because he was already grinning, and ever so slowly trying to pull those pants from her hips.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 5, 2021 14:23:46 GMT -5
Helene’s fingers tightened into the fabric of Welsey’s shirt as he began to undo those buttons. The smile she had soon faded as she watched his face, her eyes growing more intense with each button that was undone, as she could feel the tunic loosening with each one.
Her heart was a constant thumping noise in her ears, along with the rush of blood, as her body began to tingle in anticipation with each slow movement Wesley made. All thoughts on anything other than his touch had been forgotten, and she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck as he dipped his head to kiss her skin. Her breath hitched as the tunic was pulled from her pants and she swallowed the almost lewd noise she made as she felt his fingers brush up her side, her name on his lips had her lips parting. Knowing what was to come, but she currently distracted while she sat on that bed.
His lips found hers suddenly, and she gasped slightly, her hands automatically going up into his hair as he kissed her. Focused to much on his kisses currently to notice her pants had come undone. When he broke the kiss, her eyes opened to find his heavily lidded blue gaze looking at her. “Stay with me.” She knew it was coming, and it was the first of the first of the three pangs of heart break she felt. For a brief moment in showed in her eyes, until he was grinning, and she felt that tug on her hips. “That’s one.” Was her response, as her hands went behind her to support herself as she lifted her hips up for him.
It hit her like a bag of bricks then, and she froze. He had no doubt seen the scars on her left side while they’d been in the cave, but he didn’t know about her back. The criss crossed hash marks from her being whipped nearly ten years ago. Just the thought of them sent a phantom pain up back. He’s going to ask…. A voice told her. If he saw them…. But if he ran his fingers over the skin he’d know. He wouldn’t have to look. Now was not the time to be thinking such things though. It was but a moment, and she quickly recovered. Once the band of the pants had come off her hips she lowered them back down. Distracting him with more kisses, before her hands wandered to the hem of his shirt, trying to urge him to pull it off. “Wes, I have one rule.” She murmured against his lips. A small smile spreading across her face while she pulled back to arch an eyebrow at him.
“Don’t ask questions.”She told him. You won’t like the answer you receive. She thought. She paused long enough to make sure she caught his gaze and held it. Despite the smile there was a seriousness in her eyes, that she didn’t want him to go there, and once he found them, it would be clear as to why she’d asked what she had.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 5, 2021 14:24:36 GMT -5
He was determined. Something told him this wasn't going to end, but neither was it going to be an easy win. If Wesley was anything, he was stubborn, and he knew he was going to have to fight for this. However, right now, he wasn't having to fight anything. No, right now, he had this woman in his arms, he had her for the entire day, and he was going to make the best of it. There wasn't going to be any further dwelling on what she would say later.
As he suspected, she was denying him. Well, she was denying him an answer, at least. Her body was saying otherwise, and there was clearly no offense taken. 'That's one.' The fool was still grinning, unfazed by the obvious "no", but the fact of the matter was...she was staying with him right now. For now. For however long a grumpy, old sailor allowed it.
Bright eyes flickered to that locked door, idly wondering just how sturdy it was...
Then thoughts of everything else except for Helene were gone. Wesley was trying not to be frantic as the unclothing began- her shoes and pants now on the floor, swiftly followed by his own shirt as she was urging him to do so. Then, suddenly, Helene was pausing him. 'Don't ask questions.' He drew back just a little more in order to see her whole face, confusion washing over his own. Even though she smiled, there was something within her eyes he couldn't explain yet somehow understood. His mind immediately went to the scar on her arm, recalling the ones he had seen upon her thigh earlier...
There were things he did not understand, things she did not wish him to know. Helene didn't want him questioning the scars because there would be no way to hide the marks right now. It would be clear he was contemplating this, all humor washing away from his face while one of his hands slowly drifted beneath the hem of her shirt, across that particular leg to feel the raised scars across her skin. Wesley was struggling to ignore the things Elliot had said earlier, clearly struggling not to ask questions. It was all he wanted to do. He simply wanted to understand why she was trying to force herself away from him while he wanted nothing but to protect her.
Maybe he didn't need to express this with words. All he had to do was continue to show her.
When that blue gaze rose from her scars back to her face, he didn't answer her request. Instead, Wes leaned in to kiss her once again. This time it was gentle and slow while he worked the last few buttons of her shirt but didn't remove it. He rather liked the idea of her in nothing but his shirt, and she would have to keep it on just a little while longer.
There was only a small bit of urgency as he deepened the kiss then, attempting to remove his own pants before urging her back onto the bed. He rested on his side, drawing her closer to him while that hand roamed again, gently brushing across the scars of her outer thigh. It was painful to know they existed- that something, someone had marred her lovely skin. It made him angry, it made him that much more adamant about keeping her with him, keeping her safe.
Wesley poured his warring thoughts and slow rage into the growing passion for this woman, willingly losing himself in the scent of her and the taste of her lips, forgetting all else. Unlike their first time, he had the chance to take his time to satiate his curiosity, to let his hands roam every inch of her, to dive further into this kiss before the emotions were too maddening to ignore.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 5, 2021 14:49:04 GMT -5
He was going to have questions, there was no doubt about it. Helene was going to have to prepare herself even more for that confused face, but also the very likely one that would be full of rage. She expected him to demand questions once he found them, throwing her little rule out the window. Time would have to tell. Right now?
She would focus on the present. She watched Wesley carefully as he looked contemplative. She felt his touch under her shirt before it slid to the outer part of her left thigh. Causing tingles in his wake as his rough hands drifted over the scarred skin. She caught his eyes staring at him patiently and revealing nothing to the cause of them. She caught his lips with hers and let her hands rest on his shoulders while they continued where they’d left off.
This was certainly different from the ballroom, and Helene much preferred this as she was pressed into the bed and then pulled towards Wes. Her hands filtered into his hair. Still damp from the sea water but she didn’t mind. She merely pulled him closer, craving that skin to skin contact she’d wanted in the ballroom. This time, they could take their time and she fully planned on doing just that. The rest of the world faded away as her hands roamed, starting their exploration over Wes’ skin, and she lost herself in not only his kiss, but the burning inferno he’d started within her.
She’d promised him one day.
And she let him have it.
[Fade to Black]
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Secretly engaged.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on May 20, 2021 22:00:15 GMT -5
[ fade back in ]
Wesley was just beginning to breathe normally again, heavy-lidded blues blinking as if he were ready to fall asleep right then and there. He knew that would be yet another foolish thing to add to the list today, considering their absence would not have gone unnoticed, but he didn't care. The real reason he refused to sleep, however, was that he was afraid the vision in front of him- the woman he held in his arms and cradled against his chest- would be gone when he awoke.
Fingers were trailing along her spine, every so often brushing gently across one of those scars. He wanted desperately to ask but would continue to bite his tongue. Instead, he rested there in silence, wondering how he had managed to snag this spitfire of a woman, wondering how he was going to keep her in his life.
The man didn't accept such feelings lightly. For years, he claimed he would remain a carefree bachelor that just sailed the Elysian seas. Now? Well, now he was trying not to remember how much it hurt to have to walk out of the castle ballroom that particular night, and how much it hurt to feel her absence.
His attention never left Helene's face, that need to ask her to stay again was waiting upon his tongue but he dare not speak it. It wasn't the right time to, among other things he was damn near ready to blurt out like a fool.
Oh, wasn't that strange...
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Jul 14, 2021 19:10:46 GMT -5
Helene was in a euphoric state, not knowing what way was up or down, just that she never wanted to move again. Her eyes were closed, her breathing soft as she laid in Wes’ arms. She was still feeling the affects of what her and Wesley had done, her mind in a complete haze. She was certain if anyone asked her for anything right now, she’d agree to it if only to get them leave her alone so she could stay in this moment forever.
Sleep beckoned her, something that she lately felt like she desperately needed. After that time in the ballroom, she found herself feeling more tired, but had summed it up to the stress from the events that had happened in her life so far. In that moment, she felt the safest she’d ever been, and felt like sleep was finally something reachable. It was so tempting, what with Wesley’s scent, and the warmth coming off his body. She almost gave into it, almost gave into him. Yes/ was something so easily said, and yet Helene was denying herself it. They were her problems, not his. No matter how much he wanted to help.
She nearly fell asleep, but there was a feeling of being watched. She could feel the eyes on her, and it wasn’t something she could shake so easily. She knew it was Wesley, and she let a small sigh out, as if she’d accepted her fate. “You know it’s rude to stare.” She murmured against his skin. Giving herself away in that she hadn’t fallen asleep like she’d wanted too.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Jul 27, 2021 18:29:14 GMT -5
He wished they could just lay there, wish they could just fall asleep even if it was the afternoon. Wesley knew better than to let that happen- in the back of his mind, he was still worried the old man was going to come down below deck and break the door down. In all honesty, he was surprised he hadn't yet.
Those trailing fingers along her back paused when she spoke, as if snapping him out of a trance, pulling him from his thoughts. And he grinned. "Well, I never claimed to be a gentleman who knew his manners," he retorted quietly, shifting his head so that he could lazily plant a kiss to her forehead.
Case in point: they were unwed, and she was deliciously naked there beside him. He was pretty certain this broke some standard rules of society.
Whoops.
In that moment, he wanted to ask her to stay again. He wanted to ask her about those scars and if that was why she was so scared and was trying to push him away. He wanted to voice so many things, but he knew it would just break this current spell.
"I just find fate to be rather amusing. After all this time, you were this mysterious Siren that the old man kept goin' on about." Instead, he opted for some sweet, sappy words to start.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Aug 18, 2021 23:24:50 GMT -5
Try as she might, Helene couldn’t hide the small curl of a smile starting to appear on her face as she continued her ruse of looking asleep. She snuggled in closer as he kissed her forehead, relaxing more against him as she let a small sigh out. “This is true, I should have known.” She murmured. At the mention of Elliot, she finally opened her eyes and tilted her head back. A small giggle came from her as she grinned up at him. “It is isn’t it? Though, hearing him go on and on and on, about how infuriating and how big of a pain in the ass this Kit was, I see I should have known it was you all along.” She gave him a cheeky grin as her hand came to lay on the center of his chest. Toying with that compass he hand around that chain.
Her expression softened for a moment, and she pursed her lips. Almost hesitant, and unsure on whether or not she should mention anything, but at the same time, she felt he needed to know. “I met your father once.” She admitted quietly. “Shortly after I’d met Elliot, we spoke about you.” She confessed. Remembering that hot summer day with the gulls flying ahead. She’d been visiting with Elliot as he was telling her about that rowdy Kit that belonged to the captain. The dark-haired Fox, as she recalled what Elliot had nicknamed Arden. Fitting his son was called Kit. She never realized it had been Arden deGrey, or else she might have realized who Wes was far sooner. He hadn’t acted like a nobleman. He’d fitted in with his crew just like any other sailor. My, could Elliot laugh when he was around.
“You’re a lot like him.” She whispered, reaching up to stroke Wes’ cheek with a finger. “And your just as stubborn as he described you to be.” She grinned.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Aug 28, 2021 23:28:11 GMT -5
She was going to make it very difficult to want to get out of that bed, especially as she snuggled closer and he sighed lightly as though he was just giving up. It would seem the old captain was going to have to break that door down after all.
"Infuriating?" he echoed, feigning offense. "I kept him young, thank you very much." Or gave him more grey hairs, whatever the case. If anything, he kept the old man on his toes, the man who had graciously stepped in to become a father figure when Arden deGrey had been so unfortunately lost at sea.
'...I should have known it was you all along.'
"Oh yeah? Is that so?" he teased, trying to still act like he was offended but he was grinning like an idiot. Wesley had leaned down to playfully nip the sensitive skin of her neck as his fingers tickled along her sides. He was drawing back, though, ready to just fall back against the pillow when she said something that halted him immediately.
'I met your father once.'
She what now?
His expression sobered immediately as he slowly turned a bit so that he could prop himself up onto his elbow, facing her as she spoke more of his father. She had met him, like some other strange, sad twist of fate. Upon meeting Helene, it wasn't long until Wesley realized that she was one he desperately wished Arden could have known. He would have liked her. He wondered if he actually had.
Suddenly, it felt like his throat was closing up, becoming sore as if he was holding back a wave of emotion. Regardless, he was more in awe than anything at this sudden revelation. Her touch to his face was comforting, soothing how tightly he had been clenching his jaw.
"You think so?" he found himself whispering back at her mention of him being a lot like his father. He huffed out a gentle laugh at her next comment before his gaze dropped in thought. "I miss him. I miss him every day, every time I'm on this ship..." And why, despite his antics, he always strived to do this job well. Those blues found her face once again; the corner of his mouth curling back up into a tiny smirk. "I bet he liked you, too."
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Aug 30, 2021 13:58:16 GMT -5
As Wesley shifted more to the side and propped himself up on his elbow, Helene adjusted, turning on her side so she was facing him, though she kept her head on the pillow so she could look up at him. Continuing to keep her hand on his cheek, as she thought she saw that wave of emotion cross those blue eyes. She smiled sadly up at him. Knowing all too well what it was like to lose a parent, as the death of her mother was one she didn’t like to speak about, but she remembered being at her side when she drew her last breath. She nodded at him, that smile widening just a fraction. “Yes, my impression of him was he didn’t like sitting still for very long either.” She mused. “You have the same eyes.” She remarked quietly. “As blue as the ocean, and whittling with chaos.” She listened to him as he said he missed his father, and she wanted to ease some of that loss for him but didn’t know how. But Arden was a part of this ship and the crew. Wesley at least had that. She saw that little smirk of his, and she laughed slightly. “I would hope so, he told me as much.” She said. Remembering that day fondly as she had entered into some quick-witted banter with Elliot, where Arden had been standing there and immediately said he liked her. It had felt good to have some form of male praise for once. Not her father’s critiques or mental abuse. The smile soon faded and turned more somber. “I’m sorry he’s gone, darling.” She murmured, wiggling a bit closer as she wrapped an arm around his side so she could hug him close.
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