Post by Max Kameren on Aug 5, 2018 17:19:59 GMT -5
The sob that escaped Rowena surprised Max and he glanced back up at her, a crease forming between his brows in concern. Max thought he’d always made his feelings plain: that golden connection still lived between them even at a distance, still pulsing strong beneath every interaction they had. It was drowned out at times, braided with frustration or mourning or just the sheer agitation they brought out in each other, but it was always there. It boosted the other emotions, making everything Max experienced with Rowena feel new and extreme.
That connection was what brought such fury out of them, what kept them always spinning between total connection and constant bickering. As an Empath Max didn’t believe in the idea of soulmates; something about seeing the connection and interaction between auras took the magic out of the idea. But with Rowena Max was at a loss for any other phrase. It was unique, powerful and something Max couldn’t control. Even if he could, he wouldn’t want to.
Rowena took her empty mug and turned to the kitchen and Max straightened in his seat, testing the idea of standing up to follow her. From where he sat he could see her movements interact with the conflict in her aura. He watched her fingers tighten on the countertop as she thought. They’d been fighting for so long, but after tonight the root of their animosity couldn’t be denied.
She turned to face him with tears in her eyes. Max leaned forward, listening. He’d laid down his hand, the next move was hers. As always she held his heart in her hand. “Not everyone gets to win Max. Not this time…”
Why not? Why couldn’t everything work out in their favor for once? They’d spent the better half of a year preparing for the worst and Max was tired of it. They had already sacrificed everything for this, Rowena more than anyone. Max wasn’t going to make compromises on what he fought for unless he absolutely had to. He refused to abandon Rowena as a lost cause. And if she was right, and the worst should happen, they needed to make use of the time they had.
Max reached for his own empty mug, turning it in his hands for a moment before he pushed himself to his feet. When he stood he felt a rush and his first step was a stumble, but he caught himself and made it the few steps into the kitchen. Gently he set his mug next to hers, leaning against the counter to stand face-to-face with Rowena. The kitchen permitted even less space for two people, giving them only inches between each other.
After months of agonizing over where Rowena was, here they were. Max was exhausted, shaken and raw from their fighting. Their evening had been disastrous, somehow worse than either of them could have imagined. Danger was closing in on all sides, but still they fought each other. Their was denial, avoiding their feelings in an effort to protect each other. But they were safe here. Tonight. Together. Max would have to leave in the morning and it was impossible to know when they would see each other again, or under what circumstances. Tonight was all the time they had.
Max crumbled under the pressure of his own feelings and reached out, pulling Rowena into a tight embrace. This had been all he wanted to do for months, after every row they’d had. At her house in Kensington in December. Again in the offices at the Ministry. He took a shuddering breath. He didn’t want to walk away anymore. He didn’t want to listen when she told him to go.
“I’m sorry.”
“I am too.” She still fit easily into his shoulder like they'd seen each other yesterday. He hunched to kiss her temple and nuzzled into her hair, letting down the walls of his aura to let their connection sing like it used to. Back when they had nothing to bicker about but Thai food and library books. When they were happy.
That connection was what brought such fury out of them, what kept them always spinning between total connection and constant bickering. As an Empath Max didn’t believe in the idea of soulmates; something about seeing the connection and interaction between auras took the magic out of the idea. But with Rowena Max was at a loss for any other phrase. It was unique, powerful and something Max couldn’t control. Even if he could, he wouldn’t want to.
Rowena took her empty mug and turned to the kitchen and Max straightened in his seat, testing the idea of standing up to follow her. From where he sat he could see her movements interact with the conflict in her aura. He watched her fingers tighten on the countertop as she thought. They’d been fighting for so long, but after tonight the root of their animosity couldn’t be denied.
She turned to face him with tears in her eyes. Max leaned forward, listening. He’d laid down his hand, the next move was hers. As always she held his heart in her hand. “Not everyone gets to win Max. Not this time…”
Why not? Why couldn’t everything work out in their favor for once? They’d spent the better half of a year preparing for the worst and Max was tired of it. They had already sacrificed everything for this, Rowena more than anyone. Max wasn’t going to make compromises on what he fought for unless he absolutely had to. He refused to abandon Rowena as a lost cause. And if she was right, and the worst should happen, they needed to make use of the time they had.
Max reached for his own empty mug, turning it in his hands for a moment before he pushed himself to his feet. When he stood he felt a rush and his first step was a stumble, but he caught himself and made it the few steps into the kitchen. Gently he set his mug next to hers, leaning against the counter to stand face-to-face with Rowena. The kitchen permitted even less space for two people, giving them only inches between each other.
After months of agonizing over where Rowena was, here they were. Max was exhausted, shaken and raw from their fighting. Their evening had been disastrous, somehow worse than either of them could have imagined. Danger was closing in on all sides, but still they fought each other. Their was denial, avoiding their feelings in an effort to protect each other. But they were safe here. Tonight. Together. Max would have to leave in the morning and it was impossible to know when they would see each other again, or under what circumstances. Tonight was all the time they had.
Max crumbled under the pressure of his own feelings and reached out, pulling Rowena into a tight embrace. This had been all he wanted to do for months, after every row they’d had. At her house in Kensington in December. Again in the offices at the Ministry. He took a shuddering breath. He didn’t want to walk away anymore. He didn’t want to listen when she told him to go.
“I’m sorry.”
“I am too.” She still fit easily into his shoulder like they'd seen each other yesterday. He hunched to kiss her temple and nuzzled into her hair, letting down the walls of his aura to let their connection sing like it used to. Back when they had nothing to bicker about but Thai food and library books. When they were happy.