Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 20, 2021 23:07:00 GMT -5
A part of him couldn't help but wonder if she would try to deny him answers again. Wesley was walking a fine line right now, knowing and seeing just how upset she really was and he wasn't going to push her...but unfortunately, he wasn't going to leave until she explained what was going on. Even if that took days, she'd be hard pressed to get him to go, especially now. Helene cracked, he'd never seen her break down like this before and it was worrying him. He did his best not to look frantic as he had started up the fire or when he sat down next to her. She could take her time. They had the entire rest of tonight if she needed it. He was dying to know what was going on, more than what little he just found out, so that he could fix it.
He had to.
As her head rested on his shoulder, he gently rested his atop hers, still holding onto her hand. 'It's a long story.' "I've got nowhere else to be," he answered softly. As anxious as he was, he was patient. She needed him to be for just a little while longer. And the best thing he could do was remain there with her, quietly and consistently let her know that he was and that he wasn't going anywhere. 'Our father hits us.' Yet, despite what he had just witnessed and seeing how much she broke down, how much he had already suspected, Wesley still somehow wasn't prepared for that. He felt his breath catch in his throat, his jaws clenching while she explained further...and the more she said, the more his heart began to break for her.
He knew there was something off about Davide Roquefort, and somehow she had fallen in with in-laws that were just as cruel. Unfortunately, he still didn't know just how cruel yet. As Helene continued to talk, everything just got worse and he felt his stomach twisting into knots. And when she looked at him, speaking of losing her mother to that madman, his throat became sore. "I'm sorry..." was all he was able to whisper, attempting to dry some of her tears that he knew would just continue to fall. However, this time when she rested her head back upon his shoulder, his other arm was snaking behind her, to wrap around her and keep her safe against him.
Helene told him about protecting her sister, about Davide knowing about Elliot and the unimaginable cruelty he caused her for sneaking away, about making her marry Stephen, the husband she had lost not so long ago. Wesley felt his heart still thundering in his chest, but he remained that foundation for as long as she needed, or tried to; his arm that was wrapped around her rose just enough to gently run fingers through her hair to try and soothe her.
Then, suddenly, the dread deepened. He didn't think it would be possible, but when Helene turned to face him, taking his hand, he couldn't ignore the tightness in his chest. There was more...and it was worse. Wesley already knew it by the way she paused, by the look on her face and the tension in the air. It was so heavy that he thought he'd suffocate. Then, he hadn’t realized he wanted to kill a dead man as much as he suddenly did in that moment.
'He beat me so bad I was on bed rest for two weeks.'
And still, there was more.
That tension and dread grew even more, and Wesley nearly missed what she said after. All he knew at first was that he immediately stopped breathing and the room seemed to go deathly silent except for the crackling of the fire.
'A life for a life.'
'I killed him.'
What? Her words kept echoing over and over, he was staring at her in that firelight with such a blank expression that was so foreign for him. Did he hear what he thought he did? Did she just confess to...killing her husband? But that wasn't just it- a life for a life. She had been with child...and the man beat her so badly that she lost it and had nearly lost her own life.
Wesley was definitely not breathing, and he didn't exactly know what to say either.
He realized a little too late that his hands were shaking as he rose up from that couch. It wasn't really a swift movement, like he was running away from her or like he was scared. Well, to be fair, he was definitely shocked by what she just told him- everything that she just told him, but he wasn't running. It was more confusion than anything as he turned to walk towards the hearth. A hand gripped the edge of the mantle as he leaned against it, staring into the dancing flames.
'I was trying to protect you from myself as well.'
"I'm sorry..." he finally spoke up. He was sorry for everything, sorry for what she had to endure and what she still did. He was sorry for having to step away from her just then to breathe, to try and gather his composure. "I just-" Need a minute? He didn't even know. She finally told him everything and he was speechless. It made him feel pathetic and useless all over again. "I'm...not really sure what to say." It might have sounded like he was giving up, trying to back out of this all of a sudden after everything he had said before. Wesley turned his head a little to look over his shoulder at her with a strange sadness in his eyes that accompanied the ache in his chest. An ache she must be feeling twenty times over.
"Except...that I wish I could take all this pain from you, Helene. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do. Maybe I should be running for that door right now, but instead, I want to tear his fuckin' head clean off of his neck." His voice was getting louder, but it was obviously not in anger towards her. It was at the world and its cruelty. "I want to be able to give you everything that you need so that you don't have to deal with any of this bullshit ever again…”
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 20, 2021 23:07:40 GMT -5
It was a lot. She’d warned him it was a lot. There was so much he hadn’t understood. Why she had tried to push him away, to keep him from trying to pursue her. She didn’t deserve him. What god in this world would have allowed such cruelty to a woman if she didn’t deserve it? Why else would everything have happened? She watched him get up, half expecting him to leave. Helene was done, and she was so very tired, she knew she wouldn’t chase after him if he decided to leave. Why wouldn’t he? She’d just confessed to killing her husband. Committing a murder. Why should he stay?
She watched him with dead eyes. A quietness had settled around her, and it was clear she’d given up. There was no more fight left in her. She was but a shell of a woman, and Wesley was just going to leave like everything else she’d ever cared about. Everything she’d ever loved was taken from her. There was a piece of her deep down that knew Mari would leave one day too, because it always happened, so why would she expect anything more? She pulled the blanket around herself more, resting her chin on her knees, as her eyes trailed him to the mantle where he stood. “It was a lot, take your time.” She said softly. Her voice lacked any emotion. It was a lot to process, all the abuse.
Her eyes continued to watch him and there was a part of her that wanted to get up and go to him. Embrace him from behind to be some sort of comfort to him, but she didn’t. She couldn’t now after confessing her sins. She’d taint him. “There’s nothing to say, it’s all in the past.” She whispered in response. “A past that still haunts me.” She said quietly, referring to their conversation they’d had in the kitchen. Did he understand now? Did he understand why she did what she did?
He turned his head to look at her, and his anger at the world on her behalf stirred something in her. She smiled weakly at him, and gave him a small shake of her head. “I can’t ask that of you Wesley. Do you see why now?” She asked quietly. “I didn’t want you to feel like I was cornering you. Tricking you into something. I didn’t want to tie you down, I know what the ocean does to you. I saw it today. I can’t ask you to leave the life you love for me just so I no longer have problems. As long as that man still lives, I will always have problems.” She explained, the tears began to pool in her eyes as she took a shuddered breath in. “Problems I have to deal with on my own, I never wanted you to get pulled into this.” She shook her head again, resting her forehead against her knees as she fought back the sobs. “I’m sorry Wesley, for..for everything.” Her chest was constricting and she felt that hard pressure behind her eyes and sinuses of the sobs that wanted to break free. “I thought- I thought once he was gone we could finally be happy.” Her voice broke. “Mari and I, living here. It was slow, I had to do it slow, but when he finally took his last breath...It was one of the happiest days of my life.” She confessed.
“But then the day before the funeral, George and Bernice, came and-” She was starting to get the hiccups while she tried to get the words out. “And said If I wanted to keep Stephens land and the house I’d have to remarry. The man has been gone seven months and he still ruins everything.” She said angrily. “They know what father does. George isn’t much better and they know I’ll do anything to keep Mari safe, and they want me to marry Clarence-” Her voice broke as she wrapped her arms tighter around herself. She started crying again, but this time in fear. She couldn’t marry that man. She knew what he did, what he was capable of. She’d rather die on her own terms then let that man have her. Just the mere thought of it made her skin crawl. “I can’t marry him. I won’t.” She raised her head to stare at him, shaking it rapidly as the terror was clear on her face. “There’s more Wesley, so much more.” Her voice cracked. “He’s the worst of them all.” Her voice was so quiet she could barely hear herself.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 20, 2021 23:12:05 GMT -5
Yes, she did just confess to killing her husband, and it should have made him want to run out of there immediately. And yet, he was standing there trying to mull over everything she had just told him, to understand it even more. Murder was murder, but it was also a strange kind of self defense...
Was he going crazy? Did he finally go mad? Maybe a normal person's reaction would have been to say it was wrong and to go to the authorities...but he also knew everything else. He had seen the scar, he recalled her pain and bruises from Yule, he had seen how she and Marinette reacted when their father was around, when Clarence was around...he'd seen it all even if he hadn't fully understood why. But, now he did.
Wesley always trusted his gut instinct, and he trusted her. Whole-heartedly, completely, so very easily. He did not fear her, he was afraid for her. And he was afraid of losing her, he realized.
Helene was talking again, and he almost missed some of it. She was apologizing, telling him that she didn't want him dragged into this...but it was a little late for that now, wasn't it? He was already involved. Wesley was involved the moment he kissed her in the corridor. No- he was involved from the moment they danced that very first night. It was inevitable, it was fate, and it was possibly why he wasn't running right now.
'...and they want me to marry Clarence-'
'He's the worst of them all.'
Something else inside him seemed to snap in that moment as he listened to her break down even further. He was grinding his teeth until it hurt, his fingers curled into the edge of the mantle as though he would tear the wood right from the hearth. It was this heavy, dark, and budding sensation somewhere inside his chest, growing heavier and larger like a caged animal about to bust free of its confines. It made him desperate as well as angry, and he barely registered himself whirling back around to face her.
“No,” he broke the silence with that single word, his voice quiet and pained. Wesley was making his way back to her in quick strides where he would sit next to her again, seeking for one of her hands to bring it to his lips. He pressed gentle kisses across those white knuckles as he could feel his heart thundering within his chest still. She’d be able to feel the fluttering of his breath against her skin as he held her hand near his face, clearly struggling to find words and to figure out what to say.
“I don’t care. I don’t care about what you did, Helene,” he began, shutting his eyes for a brief moment. “You had to. You had no choice. You lost-” Wesley couldn’t even say it because it felt vile just in his throat. The thought of some villainous man, any other man that close to her was bothering him enough...yet, to know she had lost her child as well? There were dangerous people in this world, and then there was evil.
Wesley fell silent again, like he lost all train of thought; leaning back against the couch as he gently toyed with her fingers. “I...understand...why you kept this from me. I do, but...now you need to realize that it doesn’t matter. That it’s too late.” Those blue eyes turned to regard her, a tiredness washing over him, a quiet resolve. Acceptance. “There’s something about me that you need to know-” Something Elliot had actually reminded him of just this morning. “When I want something...I get it. Doesn’t matter what it is- if it's in my sights, it’s mine eventually. Always.” Maybe it sounded a little conceited, but the sailor clearly did not care. He shifted in his seat so that he could face her, leaning over to idly brush a few strands of dark hair from her face. “And I want you, Helene, whether you believe it or not...whether or not you think it’s possible.”
Pausing then, he was remembering one of the reasons why he thought it was impossible. And that was his job, it was because of what he was. But that wasn’t always forever.
Where was he going with any of this?
A thumb brushed across one of her cheeks to wipe away the tears, and he watched her closely. The anger was slowly subsiding because there was this strange contemptment filling him up inside, albeit this brief moment of dread or worry before he spoke, “Would you wait for me?” There was no context as he didn’t really fully know what he was asking, but there was hope in his voice, threatening to crack and break him down further. “Ignoring everything else, like everything else didn’t exist...would you wait for me?”
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 20, 2021 23:13:14 GMT -5
Helene’s head shot up at hearing that one word. No. It was quiet and pained, and it instantly got her attention. She watched him hurry over to her, sitting down next to her again and taking one of her hands. She watched him curiously as he kissed her fingers, feeling that warmth in her chest to know she hadn’t scared him off completely. Her eyes were large and sad as she watched him. Her fight was clearly gone. She squeezed her eyes shut. The pain on her face cleared as he stopped himself from saying what she had lost. Stephen hadn’t even known. She hadn’t known, not until the doctor broke it to her she’d suffered a miscarriage as well. The shock had been clear on her face, and the doctor had been shocked to know he’d just told her she had been pregnant and had lost the baby in one sentence.
It had been her breaking point. The point where she realized she would not be like her mother. She would not bring a child into a household where their father was a monster. Not again. Helene had promised herself she would never have a man’s hand on her in such a way again. She was done. Her dark eyes watched him, her body aching all over, and there was this quiet numbness about it as well. She was tired, and she was done with everything. Her fire was gone, all that was left was the embers. She was quiet as she watched him play with her fingers. He seemed to be trying to find words to say, and she wanted to tell him he didn’t need to say anything. He just had to be there.
In that moment she realized she just wanted him there. She didn’t want to be by herself. Alone. She didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts, and what she might do now that she had no more time. That it’s too late. It was too late for a lot of things she sadly realized, but she met his blue gaze with her dark ones. Her own tired acceptance that her life was essentially now over reflecting in them.
Aye, he certainly always got what he wanted. Shane had warned her, Elliot had warned her without knowing when he’d tell her tales about Kit. Wesley had even told her when he visited he always got what he wanted. That stubborn streak was branded into him. He was quite literally the most stubborn man she’d ever met, but that was okay. She was the stubbornest woman. They certainly made a pair. The corners of her lips curled up slightly in a small smile as he told her he always got what he wanted, and it was like a burst of red hot energy had exploded in her chest when he said he wanted her. She didn’t know she’d wanted to hear him say it so much as she did now. His actions from today and at the ball were clear that what he said were true. He did want her. And then he was saying those words, and her heart was beating rapidly, blood roaring in her ears. “Run away with me.” Was what he had said at the ball. Now it was “Wait for me.”
Before, Helene would have been adamant about getting him out of the house. That they were done, and could never see each other again. But with the Hewitts unplanned visit, and with Wesley now knowing everything, Helene was saying fuck everything to hell. She didn’t care anymore. He hadn’t run after she told him she’d killed Stephen. He was here, telling her he didn’t care, that he wanted her.
Helene turned on the couch so she was facing him, taking her hand from his as a small laugh broke through the current of tears that were flowing down her cheeks. She cupped his cheeks with both hands leaning forward a bit so she could stare directly into his eyes. “Wesley,...” She spoke softly. A few heart beats passed. The silence near deafening as she stared into those ocean blue eyes. Her heart was begging her to do something, to say anything. So long as Mari got taken care of everything would be alright. Anything could happen to Helene as long as Mari was safe….
She bit her lip, fighting the sob that wanted to break through her throat. Her thumbs gently caressed against his skin. She leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together as she closed her eyes. Her face crumbled, and she took in a shuddered breath. “My darling, “ Her eyes opened as a small smile appeared on her face. “Why would I wait, when I would insist on being there with you?” She whispered quietly. “I’m only a patient woman with some things you know, and you make me incredibly impatient...Why do you get all the fun?” Her smile grew, before it slowly faded and she looked at him with a serious expression. Searching his eyes. “As soon as I met you I knew there would be no one else.” She whispered. “You’re my path. And I've been denying it all this time to protect you from my present and past demons. I might have to marry another man, but I will never feel for them the same as I do you.” She continued quietly. “But I can’t wait. I have less than three months to keep Mari safe.” She whispered. Flinching as she remembered what was at stake. “I’m done Wesley, I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.” She whispered, that pain she felt earlier about leaving him came back tenfold. “And being away from you these last two weeks was one of the most painful things I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want to wait for you.” She whispered, rubbing his cheeks again. “I want to be with you.” She whispered. “That’s what I desire most in this world. You, and only you.”
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Lunari
30
Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 20, 2021 23:16:54 GMT -5
The first thing he wanted to do was stop her crying. If he could take this pain from her, these memories away, he would have done it in a heartbeat. It already would have been done. Of course, everything she told him was a surprise, and if he was being honest, it had him a bit worried about many things...but Wesley felt it in his heart to not run away. That was normally instinct for him- to jump right back on that ship and just sail away when he didn't want to deal with something. And yet he was here, not running, not budging, not wanting to part from her side no matter what she said. He was in this now.
The question was- how deep into this mess was he willing to go?
No, he already knew that answer, he was just struggling to say it.
She was taking his face into her hands then and it halted all thought. Wesley was trying to think of more words to say should she try to turn him away again, if she tried to pretend like nothing had changed but he was struggling. Because everything had changed, for better and for worse. There was no denying any of it, and Wes just needed to figure out what to do. If he really wanted it, if he was crazy enough to reach for it.
He said he wanted her, and he meant it with every fiber of his being.
Those blues remained on her face even as she leaned in, their foreheads touching, and it was Helene's turn to struggle for words. He was still afraid she was going to try and break away from him, so a hand went gently to one of her wrists as if anchoring her there with him. The smile that suddenly appeared on her lips, however, helped him breathe a little easier...until it faded. 'I might have to marry another man…’ His heart was suddenly in his throat and he was about to interrupt her before she continued speaking. ‘I want to be with you.’
“Then be with me,” he blurted out. Sure, because it was that easy. Then again, why couldn’t it be? What exactly was holding him back- that fear of commitment? Wasn’t just being here proof that it probably isn't a valid concern anymore? The fact that he sought her out after the funeral, the bets he made with her just to ensure he would see her again, the moment they shared in that dark ballroom- wasn’t that enough proof that he couldn’t walk away? Who the hell cares if it was far sooner than one would ever expect? When did Wesley deGrey ever do anything on the schedule or expectancy of others?
Slowly drawing her hands away from his face, he held her left one between both of his own. Bright gaze lowered to watch while his fingers intertwined with hers and he felt his heart pounding inside his chest and thundering within his ears. Even his breathing had quickened and a part of him wondered if this was when he ran, because Wesley deGrey also had a knack for not sticking around when things got tough.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, he couldn’t seem to meet her eyes yet. “You...can’t marry someone else, Helene. Not while I’m here willing to just…pour my heart and soul out to you. You can’t. I will not give you up. I will never give you up.” His jaw visibly clenched and he managed to lift his attention back up to her lovely, tear-streaked face. “If vows before God are what will keep you safe- keep Mari safe- then just...marry me.” Wesley stopped breathing, listening as those words spilled from his own mouth somehow with little thought. They were somewhere between a question and a plea, and managed to still take him off guard.
He was asking her a third time, as he said he would...only it wasn't to simply stay with him. Wesley deGrey was willingly asking to bind himself to another. To her.
“Marry me so I can save you...so you can save me. So you can have a life you deserve.” One of his hands filtered into the dark hair behind her head, drawing her back closer, their heads touching once more and he finally shut his eyes. “Take my land, my name, everything, because I don’t care for any of it. Just don’t-” He had to pause now to gather his thoughts, trying to maintain control over his own emotions. It was the first time he ever felt like his heart might burst. “Don’t walk away from this. The only thing I care for is you.”
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 20, 2021 23:17:12 GMT -5
Helene’s eyes widened only a fraction as he blurted at her. How easy would it be to just make that happen? Helene felt like it was easier said than done, but...Could it really be that easy? She was doing this all to protect him. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly into a sad smile as she watched him lower her hands, taking her left one between his. She watched him, unsure of what to say. What was there to say anymore? She’d said everything. She confessed to wanting to be with him. He understood now what was at stake. What did he-
He wasn’t going to let her go, never going to let her go. The words made her both soar, and were like a dagger to her heart at the same time. He would have to, she couldn’t wait for him like he wanted. As much as she wanted to be with him. “I have to marry someone sweetheart,” she whispered. As painful as it was she couldn’t just ask him to marry her. She never wanted him to feel like he had too, or to feel cornered or pressured into something he wasn’t ready for. Her eyes met his, and suddenly her breathing stopped. “If vows before God are what will keep you safe- keep Mari safe- then just...marry me.” She stared at him with wide eyes. Her dark eyes looked like saucers. Did he just….
Marry me so I can save you...so you can save me. And what...may she ask...Did Wesley deGrey need saving from? She found herself in shock, staring at him in disbelief. Her breathing was suddenly coming back and she was afraid she might hyperventilate. He was pulling her close, those words… Those sweet words… Was this really what love felt like? Because in that moment Helene felt nothing but warm. Like her heart might burst. Everything he’d done up to this point showed her just how much he wanted her. Despite how much she’d tried to push him away, he was still there. Even after hearing what she did to Stephen, he was there.
She was fighting the sob that wanted to burst through her throat. Knowing she needed to answer him but she was afraid. So afraid, it was too good to be true. He was going to give her hope again. Hope was not something she’d felt in a long time, she was afraid of it. “W-wesley,” her voice was thick with emotion. She squeezed his hand in her left one, Her eyes were squeezed shut. “I’m afraid. I’m afraid of hope, and you-” Her voice cracked. “You give it to me.” Her other hand rested on his wrist, and she turned her head to place a quick kiss to his pulse point on the inner part of his wrist. “I don’t want anything to happen to you,” She confessed. Her fears began to show itself. “Do you understand what you’re getting yourself into? By asking that question?” She asked, her eyes opening. “And what of sailing?” She asked. Not wanting him to quit what he loved for her. Her dark eyes searched his. She knew his answers before he could even say them, and she already knew her answer. Her soul whispered it to her as soon as he asked. As soon as she saw him. Yes, it’s him. She couldn’t care less about anything he had, she only wanted him.
She bit her bottom lip, the tears flooding into her eyes. “If we can get Mari safe…” She whispered, “Promise to take me with you? Wherever you go?” Her voice broke in a quiet plea as she struggled to take in a breath. Her hold on his wrist tightened, and she was pretty much turning into a blubbering mess. She sniffled, trying to wipe her cheeks. “I’ll only marry you on one condition.” She said sniffling. She was tired of running from him. Tired of fighting all of this. She just wanted him. She leaned back to look at him properly. Her own hope finally showed in her eyes. “You have to promise me that I can pounce on you whenever I want.”
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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 20, 2021 23:20:21 GMT -5
Did it really matter if he asked now or later? Sure, it was a surprise that he even did ask in the first place, but he knew. Deep down Wesley knew he wasn't going to be able to let her go, that she was the one thing that would tie him to land longer than necessary. And yet, the thing was, he was also aware that she wouldn't just let him go off alone. Even Elliot told him how much she wanted to sail, to be free and to get away. They could be together out on the open ocean whenever they damn well pleased. He could take her away from all of this so long as Marinette was safe from their father. He understood that now.
They could do this. They would do this. He wanted it more than anything now, he realized, and fuck the rest of the world.
Silence lingered and he could only seem to hear his own heart as it pounded in his ears. He was also afraid- of rejection, of losing her, of losing the one thing that made him feel whole and normal. Silently, he already knew what her mere presence had done to him, but it was in this very moment that he understood it completely and was willing to admit it. Wesley would not be without her, and he was afraid she was going to fight him on it even though he was readily giving her everything she would ever need.
'Do you understand what you're getting yourself into? By asking that question? And what of sailing?'
No, that wasn't going to work. He could tell that she was still faltering but was also cracking further at the same time. There were no more ifs or second guessing. "I understand that I will be getting the one thing that has managed to make me feel more alive than the sea. If I...have to lessen my time out there, I'll do it," he answered in a whispered rush, speaking without thinking. Wesley loved sailing, of course he did, but he was swiftly realizing that he was loving something a lot more.
He finally opened his eyes to look at her again, silently pleading for her to just relent. This wasn't one-sided, that much was clear, so when was she just going to give in and let him help her? And all it required was for them to be together. How many people had that chance?
'Promise to take me with you? Wherever you go?' "Everywhere," he found himself whispering back as hope was returning to his heart. He felt the grip upon his wrist, and he was reaching over to try and wipe her cheeks free of tears once more. Wesley realized that he was shaking, only calming a little when she spoke of some condition. He already knew that whatever it was, she would have it. He didn't care anymore. If she asked for the world, he would figure out a way to give it to her.
When she said it, it was impossible to keep the grin from cracking across his face. It was his usual, crooked smirk to start before it was a full-fledged smile that brightened up his whole face, brushing away the dread that had lingered. Wesley said nothing as he watched her for a few seconds more, his fingers curling further into her hair when he drew her back to him. And he kissed her. It was slow, it was hard, passionate, and drugging, and it was with every emotion he was able to muster up while it felt as though his heart would burst right out of his chest.
There was something about her, always had been from the first time they met. And in this very moment he never felt more whole or alive in his entire life. Helene Hewitt was that missing piece. She was that missing part of him he could no longer function without.
He loved her, even if he was unable to speak the words just yet. He felt it deep within his bones, in his very soul, and damn anyone who tried to take her away from him.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 20, 2021 23:22:02 GMT -5
Helene's own smile began to spread across her face as she watched that grin she’d come to love so much spread across Wesley's face. He was pulling her to him then, and she didn’t fight him. She was done fighting this. Done fighting not having him, when he was all she craved in the world. All she needed. Her hands rested on his cheeks and she all but melted into him. Her lips moving in tandem with his as she finally allowed herself to finally give in return the kiss with as much passion as he was giving her. Her body felt warm and her heart had swelled to an enormous size and she could feel it aching in happiness for once.
He knows now, and he still wasn’t running.
Her guardian sailor had come. And for a moment it hit Helene. It really hit her that she might actually be safe. She’s always felt safe around Wesley and now that umbrella of safety was going to spread. Helene pulled away for a moment, unable to keep a small huff of laughter from coming as she smiled up at him. There was still disbelief that this was even happening, and yet the relief outweighed the rest of it. What he’d given her, was not something she’d ever be able to thank him enough for. She almost said it then, those three words to express how much she loved him, but she couldn’t bring herself too. Not yet. She’d already given him a lot of information tonight that he had to process. Later. He can’t run from you now. She thought in amusement. Instead, she did however look at him like he’d suddenly become her sun and stars.
“We’re getting married.” She said softly, the shock of it hitting her, and her eyes went wide. “We’re insane,” she couldn’t help laugh a second with a slight shake of her head, before she was leaning forward to press her lips against Wesley's again. At this point she could kiss him whenever she damn well felt like it. She pulled back, running her thumbs over his cheeks. “Wesley I-” She bit her lip, trying to find the words she wanted to say. Instead there was merely a look of gratitude. He might have been wanting to be with her, but he’d also just saved her and her sister from the devil. She could never thank him enough. “Thank you. For dancing and singing your way into my life.” She whispered. Feeling happy tears beginning to fall. The tears had never really stopped once they’d started, and all she could do now was let them fall. She was biting her lip again, before she averted her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Will...will you stay?” She whispered. “Tonight,” She clarified her eyes coming back up to his. “I don’t...I don’t want to be alone. I don’t trust myself to not do something stupid.” She admitted. She would too. It was best if she was supervised in her otherwise distraught state.
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Lunari
30
Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 20, 2021 23:22:57 GMT -5
It was done. The denying, the arguing...it was all done, and Wesley sighed softly against her mouth. It was like all the tension in his entire body left him in that very moment. It was as though there was nothing left in the world to worry about, even though he was sure there was. Right now, though, it was just them. For the rest of the night, it was just them. Nothing else mattered.
She was safe. There was no one in this entire world that could take her from him now. He had his sights on her, he silently claimed her the moment she set foot in that ballroom during Yule. She was his, and Wesley wasn't afraid to be possessive if another tried to say otherwise. Helene was his, and his arms and his name would protect her for as long as he lived.
One of those arms gently tightened around her waist, securing her against him, wishing there was more he could say to keep those tears away. Perhaps, for now, his actions could speak louder than words. And when she drew back with that smile, it made his heart continue to pound, flooding him with relief that he may have succeeded. Even if it was just a little bit. Wes happily sighed again, resting his forehead against hers before a quiet laugh escaped him. "I'm told ‘insane’ is my middle name." Alongside "chaos" and "Theodore", of course.
When she asked him to stay, after she thanked him for something she didn't truly need to, his smile was small but sincere. His fingers were roaming through her hair again, and he didn't answer her with words. Instead, he shifted down the couch and brought her with him, lying down and drawing her between him and the cushions once he shifted onto his side a bit. He draped that blanket over them both before his arm once more wrapped back around her with the other.
"You never have to be alone again, love," he whispered, managing to pull her just a little closer against his chest before pressing a kiss to her brow. Wesley would stay there for as long as she needed him to.
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Tendy
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Widowed
Noble
Tier 3 Character
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 20, 2021 23:23:49 GMT -5
Helene’s dark eyes drifted up as Wesley's fingers went through her hair and he shifted on the couch, taking her with him. Being in the middle of him and the cushions was the perfect place to be in that moment, she quickly decided. She couldn’t think of any other place she’d rather be then safely in his arms.
She snuggled into him, letting out a small sigh as he kissed her brow and held her close. His whispered promise had her fingers curling into his shirt as she pursed her lips slightly and closed her eyes. Her chest swelled with warmth, and she fought herself on saying those three words once more. But more so, she suddenly realized how tired she was after the day they’d had, and then emotionally, with having to fight from telling Wesley anything, and then the Hewitts sudden visit, and of course the crying. All the crying she’d held back for years had come pouring out. She tilted her head back slightly to look up at him. Her fingers coming up to gently trace his jawline and feel the coarseness of his stubble. “I’ve been alone so long Wesley, I haven’t known what it’s like to rely on others that aren’t Mari. To trust others...I...I can count on one hand who I know I can trust.” She confessed quietly. Letting the sound of the crackling fire sooth her as she settled against him, her fingers continued to gently trace his face. “I trust you.” She whispered after a silent moment. The closest she felt she could confess to actually saying she loved him, was that she trusted him. She trusted this crazy chaotic man with her whole being, and it felt both terrifying and yet a relief to say.
Her eyes had been following her fingers movements, and they stopped before they slowly drifted up to his. Words she still didn’t know how to say reflected in her eyes instead as she looked at him. She hoped he understood what she was trying to say even without the words. The light from the fire sent a warm glow around the room, and though the room wasn’t completely lit, she could see those bright blues as she looked at him with the stars that he had put in her eyes.
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Lunari
30
Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 20, 2021 23:24:59 GMT -5
He should have been tired now that he was laying down, but he knew it would be impossible. Not until she found rest. There would be no sleep until he knew that she was settled and that she was safe. And if he had to stay awake for the rest of the night, then so be it.
A lot had happened in such a short amount of time that Wesley was still trying to catch up. He asked her to marry him. Wesley deGrey wanted to marry someone. It was a strange and scary thought, a spontaneous idea, but his usual response to runaway wasn't taking over. Instead, the sailor remained there comfortably cradling her against him as if nothing extravagant or insane just happened.
But he cared about her. Perhaps, it was even more than that. And that thought brought him further pause before her touch against his jaw had those bright eyes dropping down to her face. Her words made his mouth curl slightly into a sad smile, his fingers still idly running through strands of her hair. She smelled of the sun and sea water now, and it suited her.
'I trust you.'
He drew in a deep breath, feeling some sense of relief over that; emotions he couldn't quite put into words swimming around in his chest and he struggled to understand them. Now, he silently prayed that he didn't somehow fail her. And yet, he still smiled as he gazed at her in wonder. This was the last place he ever expected to be. Despite the horror, the faults, whatever baggage came along with her, she was the needle pointing North. She was the brightest star in the night sky that would forever lead him home. He had known it from the beginning even if he had quietly denied it.
There was no denying it anymore.
"Never alone again," he repeated quietly, reassuring her. Wesley leaned forward to kiss away the remaining streaks of tears from her cheeks before settling a brief, chaste kiss to her lips. Resting his head back down, his fingers continued to stroke her hair while he felt his eyes grow heavy, but he wouldn't sleep just yet.
His lips pressed together and he began to softly hum, a tune that would be all too familiar to her, and one the crew had sung just a few hours ago. Eventually, he began to say the words more in a singsong kind of manner as he would probably completely ruin the tune (or so his brothers always say) should he try to sing, especially while tired, "You choose the road, love...and I'll make the vow...and I'll be your true love forever..."
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Tendy
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Widowed
Noble
Tier 3 Character
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 20, 2021 23:27:00 GMT -5
Helene let her eyes flutter close as Wes’s lips brushed her cheeks, kissing away what remained of her tears. She leaned in at his chaste kiss and then rested her head against him. Breathing in his scent and letting it wash over her. His fingers through her hair were soothing, and she could feel the weight of the day and it’s activities and excitement settle on her.
His humming really did it. Wrapping her in a soft blanket of comfort and the song couldn’t help but solidify her decision. It was perfect honestly. He was perfect. “Forever.” She whispered as her eyelids drew heavy and Helene fell into a deep sleep, in the very arms she’d dreamed about sleeping in.
[END THREAD]
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