While you were away.. (Caedia)

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Date: 4/25/1999 5:48 PM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn

~and I'd give up forever to touch you..~

The sound of the shower steadily going met her as she snuck into the dark room. Peaceful, yet so drearily non-furnished room. Walking around so ever briefly, she paused to ponder the last few days of her life.

~cause I know that you feel me somehow~

She didn't know how long she had, not with him in the mood he had been in, so the trip around the room was rather short. The bed had caught her attention, his bed.. Tareth's. Her head tilts sending a scattering of blonde waves to crash down upon the shore of her black latex clad shoulder. Fingers fan out to smooth along the pillow case that his head laid upon. Tareth's.

~you're the closest to heaven.. that I've ever been~

In a moment of uncharacteristic measure, she allows her body to fold at the waist, bringing her down to rest a cheek against the cool pillow case. Scooting back so that her face was barely hanging onto that pillow, she watched as her fingers set down what she had come forth to do.

~and I don't want to go home right now.~

Silver flashed what little light the yellowed bar had to offer, giving view to the ring that Tareth had pronounced as their.... mother's. Even now in the comfort of silence she shivered with uncontrollable fear.

~and all I can breathe is this moment~

A letter rested on the pillow, fluttering with each breath she took... she knew by heart those words that so carefully tainted the perfection of white.

~and all I can feel is your life~

She sits up then, peering once more around at her.... brothers apartment. She couldn't swallow across the word yet, not really wanting to be pinned down. It was as if she refused to accept the name Caedia, and the fact that this person Tareth (someone she had hated for so many months..) was her... brother, then she wouldn't really have this problem. It was all a dream within which she could wake up from.

But did she want to?

~Sooner or later it's over... I just don't want to miss you tonight~

Part of her wanted nothing more than for him to skip early out of his shower and find her there... to take her in his arms and hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright. Finally a peace, finally a sanctuary. Yet the side of her that survived all those years on the street.. all that time cheating death and killing... that side gave her the more aloof approach.

~and I don't want the world to see me.. cause I don't think that they'd understand~

If she were to look at herself then, she would be startled to find that her cheeks were tear stained, and that she had left most of her tears on his pillow.. at least, the one side she'd been laying on. But she stood, refusing to look back.. and climbed out of the window. She had to get rid of this wanting feeling.. rid of this needing feeling. And away from the past she didn't want just yet.

~when everything's made to be broken~

Tareth,

When you accept me, give this ring back. When I accept you, I'll take it back.


She didn't bother signing it.. he knew who it was from, that part was obvious. She also didn't sign it because he wouldn't recognize her other names, and she was ready to accept Caedia yet. The letter gentle fluttered now from the wind entering through the open window she had departed from.

~I just want you to know who I am.~

Italicized lyrics compliments of Goo Goo Dolls, "Iris"


~Caedia~





Never take away everything a person has..



cause when a person has nothing to lose,



that's when they're most dangerous.

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Date: 4/26/1999 7:14 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn

One hand supported him against the wall, steam cascading up past his scruffy face and tightly shut eyes while the water took a different path... angling down his tired skin and beating the tiles beneath. The noise washed over him with no more regard than the water had, yet still his brow furrows and he leans back against the opposite wall from where the hot shower spews. As more air than moisture hit his beaded skin...
muscles tense. The air coming from the still open bathroom door was colder than it should be, the steam so lazily swirling around the ceiling of his apartment had a direction, it was flowing outward. Someone had opened a window... or a door.

Shifting ever-so-cautiously, he leaves the water on and slips out of the moldy curtain.. padding, still dripping, to behind the door where he could peer from the crack between slab and frame. He pauses, one cold silver eye wandering around the figure in the dark.. but he doesn't confront this intruder. The dull light from the window winks off latex so recent in his memory he doesn't need to question her identity.

He remains silent, still while she plays her part. Even after she exits, emitting another gust of colder-than-usual air into the humid bathroom, he stays still... only to flip the curtain back and warm himself again by the graces of hot water... forehead resting against the tile in the corner, a small, sad smile twisting his lips.



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