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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 0:23:12 GMT -5
Diana eyed him speculatively after that and why she had allowed him to get as close as he had in the first place. He was still the same old Christian but perhaps it was time to bury the past and move on with her future. She didn't realize it before, but now she knew that the only way she was ever going to get over him was to talk with him now. Now that she was sure he wasn't dead somewhere, now that...well now that her father had partially been right, Christian may have cared for her a bit that week...but it wasn't enough to find her later, and it wasn't enough to last through fifteen years of separation not to mention everything else that had happened.
She agreed to the room and closed her eyes when he nibbled on her ear...fifteen years was a long time to go without any sort of sexual gratification, her body was starved for it, and only by Christian's reappearance, did she realize it.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 2:13:20 GMT -5
Christian could read Diana's body language like a book. She wanted him, desired him and yet still nothing. Mentally slinging curses at this new, unusual emotion that prevented him from being able to take what he wished from Diana. Closing his eyes he nodded as she agreed to talk with him in his room, motioning for her to follow he lead the way up the stairs and down the hallway until the door to his room was in sight. A quick flick of his wrist brought his wand to hand as he waved it towards the door to his room, unlocking and flinging it open.
If he was to be frustrated than he would make sure the furniture suffered for it. Entering his room, another quick wave brought a chair flying across the room sliding to a halt right in front of him, motioning for her to sit he walked over and leaned against the dresser. "So tell me, what has happened since that fateful fling fifteen years ago?"
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 2:22:10 GMT -5
She was a little skittish and hearing the furniture move about harshly against the floor was playing haywire with her nerves, or perhaps it was the knowledge that he was, "frustrated". Perhaps it was simply seeing him after all this time, and then of course it could be attributed to the blood that was pounding through her veins making her hyper-aware of everything.
He called it a "fateful fling", a fling, nothing more than a fling. It certainly had been more in her book, and now he wanted answers for all that time missing, what was she supposed to say? Nothing? Everything?
In a way both had happened. She had gotten pregnant, she had moved away, she had lost the baby, and all in a whirl of emotions over the boy who left her behind. Everything "happened" to her since that fateful fling, she had more adventure now than she had ever envisioned herself having fifteen years ago, a life that she never dreamed she would live, and yet...it was as if nothing had happened. As if she had been dead the past fifteen years and was waiting for him to come and revive her. For something to revive her anyway.
She answered instead with a simple, "It's complicated."
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 2:45:41 GMT -5
Christian stood there watching a flood of emotions run through Diana, she was transparent to him. During their week together he had connected more with her than had ever with anyone since or prior too. Moving closer to her, he knelt down in front of where she sat, his hands wrapping around her's, his eyes stare endlessly into her bright, beautiful orbs. "Diana, fifteen years ago we shared something special. I thought I was over it, I thought I had moved on. It was all just a great memory and then I see you here..."
He paused for a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts, "It sparked something inside me, a hidden desire, an attraction to you. Yet, when I try to reclaim what we had fifteen years ago and you fight me with everything you have, you fight me." Slowly moving one of his hands, up to her face he brushed her cheek lightly with the back of his hand. "You've been hurt, you've been hurt bad. I don't think it's only the fact that I wasn't there in the morning, tell me Diana...please...was there someone else? Is....there someone else?"
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 2:53:05 GMT -5
She moved back from him only she was sitting in a chair and couldn't get further back, she might have apparated if her mind had been clearer but she was stunned, by his words by everything he was saying and doing. He couldn't possibly be serious. They hadn't seen eachother in fifteen years, and sure she might harbor some feelings for him, he had changed her life...forever, but she didn't change his life. She wasn't anything special to him, how could she be when he would leave her the way he had left her? When he could just leave the way he left?
Christian was in and out of windows back and forth throughout time it was far too much hopeful thinking that one glance at her and he'd renounce everything and proclaim undying love. No, there was something going on and as soon as she realized, or thought she realized, what it was she was furious.
How dare he try and seduce her after all these years. This was different from saying he wanted her, no she could already tell that he wanted her, but he was there now, down on his knees, putting on this show so she would sleep with him. That had to be the only answer. He didn't want to make things right, or maybe in his mind that would be how he made things right. Still he didn't really want to talk he just wanted one last hoorah before she wizened up and got the hell out of there. Well it was too late, she had wizened up.
"Yes." she answered, " There's someone else." tilting her chin upwards, " My daughter." that ought to kill any interest he had in her. She was a mother. didn't matter that she didn't know where her daughter was, or what her name was. Diana was trying so hard to prove that she wasn't that naive eighteen year old.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 3:11:16 GMT -5
The words hit him as if they were tangible things, he continued to replay each one in his mind as they left her mouth. He stared in a dream like daze, unable to properly comprehend and absorb what she had just said. "A.....a daughter?" Closing his eyes he recalled the memory only moments ago of her saying that same exact word, yes she had said it alright. Turning around his eyes were locked onto the floor, his thoughts racing faster than any sane mind could comprehend.
"The father is....well he's a very lucky man." She could never again be his, she was lost to him forever. Walking back towards the dresser, he placed his hands on it, palms down and stared hard at the top of it. He could not dare to bring himself to move, all his willpower was resisting the urge to break down in front of Diana. "What I did was wrong...if you knew my...boss you would understand why I left like I did..." His left hand unconsciously began slowly rubbing his right forearm above where his mark was. "At least let me give you a present, a gift of peace between us. Something to help you and your husband out with your daughter.."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 3:16:07 GMT -5
Her chin stayed raised, which for how badly she was crumbling on the inside was a testament to her newly found acting abilities. Still all of her energy focused on looking unbreakable she managed to watch him, very carefully. She wanted to know what he thought about that he seemed...well not disappointed, oh he was that too but it almost looked as if he was devastated. That was shocking.
Then he said something... Your Husband....and she didn't know what prompted her but almost immediately afterward she let the truth slip, "I'm not married."
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 3:30:39 GMT -5
Christian twirled to face her almost exactly at the same moment the words left her lips. "Tell me...some wretch did not impregnate you and then leave you to your fate..." With a flick of his left wrist a small dagger sized blade sprang into his hand, with another flick of his right his wand was once more resting in the palm of his hand. "Give me his name and he'll be dead before the morning..." Realizing with a big shock what he was saying he quickly replaced the dagger into a small belt sheathe he wore under his robes. Laying his wand on the dresser he was confused, he had said the words, he remembered saying the words.
How could he cover them up, how could he protect his secret once more. "I mean, i'm sorry. What I did was wrong, but a man who would leave a woman with his child is less than dirt.."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 3:36:08 GMT -5
Diana was surprised at his vehemence but not at his solution in fact she had considered doing it a couple of times. Finally everything hit her at once and she had three options, she could kill him for leaving her like he suggested, she could break down in tears and confess that he was the father and she had no idea where her daughter was or she could laugh. Laugh because she needed to release the emotion that had pooled inside her ever since she saw him.
Laugh she did. Long laughs. Hysterical laughs, that turned into sobs.
She wasn't even surprised by his knife set, or by his weaponry at all considering how many blades were on her frame at that moment, she rather just accepted it now, perhaps she should have thought more of that but he had overwhelmed her simply with his presence.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 3:58:07 GMT -5
Christian was caught off guard as Diana began to laugh hysterically that turned into crying hysterically. What was going on, something bad had to have happened. If there was one thing Christian knew as well as killing it was women and this one was hurt deeply and Christian thought he knew how. Christian was no fool, in fact in his line of work one tended to have a good intuition. Closing the distance between himself and Diana he reached down and grabbed her hands, slowly pulling her up he looked deeply into her eyes.
"You've asked me repeatedly how hard I looked, if you'd like I can produce several corpses that were tortured and then killed upon failure to provide a proper answer. All because I had to find Diana Crawford. How hard did you look Diana? How long did it take to give up on finding me and deciding I didn't need to know about my daughter...." He paused he felt quite uncomfortable saying the words, he hoped he was wrong, he hoped she would hit him and tell him of another lover she had after him.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 4:09:52 GMT -5
He pulled her up and she quite simple couldn't hold herself there so she had to rely on his strength to keep her standing or rather leaning against him. She couldn't deny that the body heat between them sent shivers down her spine or that the words he was saying were going in one ear and out the other...something about corpses and something...
That woke her up, her knees gained strength her backbone resolved and she pushed against him hard.
"I looked everywhere!" she screamed, she had already broken through the emotional barrier while she was laughing and crying but now now she was angry.
"I went to that hotel! Our Hotel! Every! f*cking! Day!" she screamed hitting him with every other word, "I tried finding you! I looked in every single place we had been together! I went to fortune tellers for Merlin's sake!" and she had told him early on that she didn't really believe in divination and thought it for the muggle simpletons, "I tried Everything! I needed you!" her voice broke, " I needed you..." she hit him again then sunk against him remembering the people who had looked at her so pityingly, remembering her father yelling at her, remembering being pregnant and facing everyone all alone, "Every day...I was alone." she said quietly her anger running out her emotions running out.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 13:04:41 GMT -5
Nearly feinting as she snapped in response to him saying her daughter was also his. So he had been right and she just pretty much confirmed it, great. Not only was he taken off guard by Diana's reappearance and the unexpected hidden feelings, that sprang up after talking with her again for mere moments. He was also a father, a daughter he had never met, she was about fifteen years old now a young witch and he never knew about her...
Grabbing Diana's wrists he did his best to hold her still, while he thought of something to say. "Diana, I cannot say what I do for a living, but I can say it is deeply embedded into a gray area of the law, no I did not return to our hotel, if I had I would of been arrested and probably still be in Azkaban to this day." Tiring of the struggle as his willpower began to wear down, he released her wrists, standing his ground and taking his punishment whatever it may be. "I wanna see our daughter...."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 15:10:30 GMT -5
"She's not your daughter!" she yelled, "I didn't say she was." now she was trying to pull herself together after that horrible display of emotion. She lifted her chin, " She could have been a long time ago, I could have given you daughters and sons and anything else you wanted, I would have given you everything, but you were gone." she faintly heard what he was saying about returning to the hotel and being sent to Azkaban and she frowned, "What are you involved in?" she asked her curiosity taking over before she growled, " I...nevermind, it doesn't matter."
She turned then to stare out the window, and scoffed at the thought, of course his room had windows, any room he stayed in would have windows. Perfect for his getaways.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 19:57:39 GMT -5
Christian stood in shock not sure what he should believe, he was sure by her strong emotional outburst it had given away her secret Yet here she was just as emotional yelling about not being his daughter. As he heard her talk about other kids, his stomach began to churn but not necessarily for a bad reason. The idea of having kids with Diana seemed kind of good for some very odd reason. Closing the distance between himself and Diana he gently placed his hand under chin raising it so he could meet her eyes. "Tell me now Diana, tell me that your daughter is not mine....tell me you feel nothing for me anymore."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 20:02:42 GMT -5
"She's not yours. I don't love you." she said immediately. She was lying, about which he probably wouldn't be able to tell, possibly both, but she had mentioned love. He didn't say anything about love, he just asked if she felt anything for him, but she had been repeating the mantras for as long as she could, and especially in the past twenty minutes that she had been with him over and over again
"You don't love him Diana. You don't care that your hearts racing. You don't love him Diana. You don't care that he's wonderful. You don't love him Diana. He left you. You don't love him Diana. It was fifteen years ago. You don't love him Diana. It's over. You don't love him Diana."
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 20:19:57 GMT -5
As the painful words struck his ears, he felt as if a knife had stabbed him in the back. The seriousness in her eyes, the solemn stance of her body. She was not lying, or an incredible liar and Christian believed it was the former. A defeated look came over him as he realized she had spent fifteen years hating him and there was no way to fix that, it just was not going to happen. Turning around he walked over to the dresser and removed a small pouch from the top drawer. Dropping it at Diana's feet with a loud clinking noise he looked into her eyes. "A present, to help you with your daughter...." Unable to let anymore out he walked past her and stood by the window in his room.
Staring out the window he waved his hand dismissively, "You may leave if that is your wish...Diana.."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 20:25:02 GMT -5
She released a breath, he didn't see right through her which was what she was expecting. Finally she turned her attention to whatever it was at her feet, "What is this?" she asked picking it up and opening the drawstrings.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 20:29:32 GMT -5
Christian sighed as she picked up the bag and asked him about it's contents. Turning around he looked at Diana for what he assumed would be the last time. "Enough galleons to purchase a small mansion.." He let the words trail off, he knew some people considered it insulting to have people just hand them money he had hoped Diana was not one of those people. "It won't make up for my mistake.." He turned around once more, afraid to meet Diana's lithe figure or break down in ways he hadn't since he was a child.
"Yet it seems to be the best I can do.."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 28, 2008 20:40:48 GMT -5
She growled, " I don't want your money Christian!" and dropped the pouch as if it had burned her skin. She was honestly surprised by the money, she didn't expect it. Didn't he know she was rich? She was richer now than before, but only because she had taken over Whistler's activities to turn a profit and get revenge on whatever it is she wanted revenge for, but her family had come from money. Money was nothing to her, it never would be. It didn't matter.
No he had given her something fifteen years ago that made material things just seem empty. Suddenly there was a spark in her eyes. It was anger, fire, passion whatever it was it was almost frightening. He wanted to give her something and she wanted to take something.
She advanced on him quickly, " You can't buy me off, whether you were intending to pay for your mistakes or not I won't take your money." she growled, "But you can pay in other ways." and without another word she grabbed him forcefully by the hair and pulled his face to hers, her lips crashing against his, meant to bruise, meant to cause pain, meant to revive her battered spirit.
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Post by christianchristian on Oct 28, 2008 21:19:12 GMT -5
As he face nearly crashed into his he was surprised for a moment as her lips meet with his as well. Her passion seemed even more intense now than he had remembered, falling under it's power he began to return her affections, his hands moving around her waist to pull her closer against his body. Confusion, passion and hurt all roiled around inside of Christian as he stood locked in an embrace with Diana. "Why are you doing this?" Each word was interrupted momentarily as her hand forced his head back towards her waiting lips.
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