“I was going to anyways,” Gawain mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he straightened up. He glared at the man half heartedly, not feeling particularly angry. Or anything, really. “Look, I know I fucked up. And I’m going to stay away from her, promise. Cause I overreacted, and acted rashly and ruined it all. And Aceline sure as hell deserves better than that. So no worries. I’ll stay well out of her life.”
"Damn, Englishman, you’re thick," Marshall muttered, shaking his head. "You made Ace cry, and she hardly ever cries. Still, though, before you basically accused her of being a depraved monster, you made her happy. I haven’t heard my sister hum in fifty years, and she was doing almost constantly. So I suggest shaping up, coming up with one hell of an apology, and trying again."
Gawain had been minding his own business, walking down the street on the way to the store. He was out of milk, having hardly left his flat for anything besides mandatory training each day with his team. He wouldn’t admit it, but the whole Aceline thing had hit him hard.Suddenly an arm swung at his head, and it was a testimony to how out of it he was that it actually coneected. He was about to punch the guy right back, but froze at his words.
"You stay away from Aceline," he warned. "If you ever come to her again with intent to cause he pain due to the choices she’s made, if you ever make her feel bad for simply being who she is, I will personally insure that it is the last conversation you will ever have. Do you understand?”
Marshall knew who the man was. Ace had told him everything when she came home in tears. So, when he saw the man who made his sister cry walking alone down the empty street one night, the shifter went to him and punched him square in the jaw before saying, “That is for making my little sister cry.”
Aceline. What is it you want?
Want? Simply to meet you. Marshall spoke quite highly of you.
…You smell like Marshall.
Oui, I would hope so. I am his younger sister. Aceline.
Good evening, madame.
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She pushed him back, and he took a step back, frowning down at her as his blood boiled from her words. “You really think I would kill you, Aceline?! You think I could kill you? Of all the things you could think of me, you think I would kill you?” He stopped, unable to speak as his throat closed up at the very idea. Frowning, he shook his head and stepped back. “No, Aceline. It doesn’t change you. It just puts a wall between the you I thought I knew, and the real you.”
"I don’t know!" she yelled, Shifting back to the form that she was using when they first met. It wasn’t meant to be some sort of trick or anything, she just didn’t like being in her natural form when arguing with anyone but Marshall. "That is the whole point, Gawain. I don’t know you. Your name is Gawain, you’re English, and you can eat more burgers than I thought any human could. The girl you thought you knew apparently doesn’t exist, since, other than not telling people I’m not human, I don’t lie about who I am."
Gawain frowned, hating this damn spell. But he had to do it. Or something bad could potentially happen. Sighing, he walked up to Aceline, gripped her shoulders, and pulled her into a kiss. It lingered longer than it probably should have, but damn it he really did love her, despite all this shit. Pulling away at that thought, Gawain turned and left quickly, not stopping in fear that if he did, he'd never be able to leave again.
"What are you-," she began, but was caught off guard by the kiss. She relaxed for only a moment before stiffening. Liar. He had called her a liar. She didn’t kiss him back. When he puled away, she glared at him, and as walked away, she called after him, “Trou du cul!”
He frowned, taken aback by her response. Normally he would comfort her, take her into his arms and kiss her as he tried to soothe away the pain. But right now… He sighed. “I’m sorry for that. But that doesn’t take away from my statement. How long would you have let it go on, Aceline? How long would you have kept something so important from me?” How long would you have let me fall further and further in love with the you I thought you were?
"What did you expect? We had just met! I don’t reveal my secrets so easily. There are people who kill my kind. I didn’t know you. I still don’t really know you! You could be a Hunter for all I know! Do you really think I would risk my brother’s life for a man I hardly know?" She stepped up him him, pushing him back in her anger. "How does what I am change who I am, Gawain?! I am not my face. I am the same in this form as I am in any other! Why does it matter?"
“Oh really now. So then what’s the rule about being associated with a human? What are you supposed to do if you fall in love with them? How long would you have kept lying to me? Would you have kept it up the entire time we dated? Till we got engaged? Married? Or would you have waited until you popped out a kid and it was changing it’s fucking face all the time?!”
She was about to bite back, to injure him as he had injured her. Then she heard him mention children. She stiffened, and looked away, off into the distance while she said, calm, cold, and bitter, “I can’t have children.”
Hunted || Dunn & Leo
Leo sighed and dropped the act, but kept his hands in the air. He really had no desire to go down this path, but sometimes it was inevitable. “Fair enough. Name’s Leo and m’about as human as you are. Though I like to be civil and I have no intent on hurting you at the moment. So why don’t you keep it that way and put the gun down before I make you start heaving roaches, yeah?”
"If you intend to be civil, you should start by introducing yourself before you follow a man down a dark alley," the Shifter sighed. Still, he lowered his pistol. "Warlock, hm?" he questioned, holding out his hand for the other to shake. He didn’t identify what he was. Rule number one and all. "Don’t particularly want to have anything to do with roaches, thanks very much. Names Durand Delacroix, but please call me Dunn."
Can I get some replies then?
Don’t make me dig things out of the Les Mis tag. But, you know, I have a link to where you can watch the movie online.