The Society of Truth, an RP

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

His heart fell as she walked away from him. He bit his lip, his eyes cast down to hide the sprinkling of diamond-tears that edged his eyelashes.

He heard her footsteps stop and glanced up. He met her eyes and for a long second wished she'd read in them what he was trying to say. But what was it his mother had once said? You can't be sure they understand until the words have escaped your lips. Eyes are deceitful things sometimes, son.

She had said that often - still did. He hadn't seen either of his parents in a while. The memories made those tears fall, and he quickly rose. "Tara," he said, in a voice that was urgent. He covered the carpet between them in two quick strides and stood close by. He reached out and touched the sleeve of her magenta-pink costume. "You never get to an understanding by walking out,"

In the long, long moments as he waited for her reply, his mind drifted back to when he'd told Michaela he cared for her. It was in this room. It had preceded a conversation longer and deeper than any he'd had previously.

His thoughts turned to more recent days. Eleven weeks and two days ago, to be exact. Michaela had been lying, in pain but alert, on the bed. She was out of the scope of his powers. He could only keep her pain down, but he did that gladly. She'd looked at him in that knowing way of hers, similar to the way Alina looked at him, and said, Don't let this ruin your life. I don't know what's ahead for me, but if I can I'll be watching you and Alina and Dad. And your Dad and Mum. And if there's ever someone else, I'll be with you at the wedding. And be watching if I can.

He had replied indignantly that that would never be the case. She had given him another knowing smile and had continued, Maybe. But for your sake, I really hope so. Don't look for another Michaela. Don't look at all if you don't want to. But when you find her, don't spend your hours comparing her to me. Let her reveal her own self.

At this point, he had laughed. He'd told her there was absolutely no way it was happening. She'd replied softly that, if that was the way it was when she'd gone, she'd be happier seeing him happy than avoiding people.

Michaela had been a very far seeing person. Calder wondered if maybe, just maybe, she was watching from somewhere. After all, hadn't Tara seen her ghost?

Oh yeah, Tara existed. He glanced back at her and waited silently for her reply.

Tara swallowed listening to him she squeezed her eye shut, she felt him touch her sleeve, she she bit her lip and nodded “then talk” she whispered “if you want me to listen you better talk”

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

Tara swallowed listening to him she squeezed her eye shut, she felt him touch her sleeve, she she bit her lip and nodded “then talk” she whispered “if you want me to listen you better talk”

Oh, help. The ball was well and truly in his court, and Tara did not seem to have any interest whatsoever in coming over to fetch it. It was Calder's serve - certainly. The only question was, would he mess it up?

(He found himself thinking, rather ironically, that it was a good thing it wasn't tennis. If it had've been, he most certainly would have messed up. The next thought that occurred to him was that he wasn't really a lot better when it came to dealing with people.)

He turned back to Tara. "Fair enough," he said, silently making the resolution that until the conversation was over, he was going to say whatever entered his head.
"You might as well sit down again,"

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Oh, help. The ball was well and truly in his court, and Tara did not seem to have any interest whatsoever in coming over to fetch it. It was Calder's serve - certainly. The only question was, would he mess it up?

(He found himself thinking, rather ironically, that it was a good thing it wasn't tennis. If it had've been, he most certainly would have messed up. The next thought that occurred to him was that he wasn't really a lot better when it came to dealing with people.)

He turned back to Tara. "Fair enough," he said, silently making the resolution that until the conversation was over, he was going to say whatever entered his head.
"You might as well sit down again,"

“Okay” she sat on her, no ‘MICHAELA’S bed

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

“Okay” she sat on her, no ‘MICHAELA’S bed

Calder turned. "You want me to do the talking? Seems that'd be a pretty one-sided conversation, which is never a good idea. I don't know what you want to know. Couldn't you ask? I'll tell you whatever you want - within reason."

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Calder turned. "You want me to do the talking? Seems that'd be a pretty one-sided conversation, which is never a good idea. I don't know what you want to know. Couldn't you ask? I'll tell you whatever you want - within reason."

“Fine. I just want to know why I keep getting pulled back in here to not even have a proper conversation. I know what I wrote in my diary is true, all of it. So why do you keep insisting it’s not?” She met his gaze

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

“Fine. I just want to know why I keep getting pulled back in here to not even have a proper conversation. I know what I wrote in my diary is true, all of it. So why do you keep insisting it’s not?” She met his gaze

Calder sat down on the floor, his legs crossed, as he had so many other times. "Because part of it isn't. You should know that you can't read someone's mind - you don't know unless they tell you. You can't say I - well - could never -" he stumbled over his words and then stubbornly said it anyway, "love you."

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Calder sat down on the floor, his legs crossed, as he had so many other times. "Because part of it isn't. You should know that you can't read someone's mind - you don't know unless they tell you. You can't say I - well - could never -" he stumbled over his words and then stubbornly said it anyway, "love you."

“Well indeed maybe I can’t but at the moment you definitely can’t. A heart only has room for one” she reminded him, that was something she had always been told as a child

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

“Well indeed maybe I can’t but at the moment you definitely can’t. A heart only has room for one” she reminded him, that was something she had always been told as a child

Calder laughed. "If that were true, my parents would certainly feel very lonely right now. And what about Chris and Alina?"

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Calder laughed. "If that were true, my parents would certainly feel very lonely right now. And what about Chris and Alina?"

“Hmmm I guess” she said slowly “but I still don’t see the point of this conversation. All we are talking about is how the heart can love more than one, that’s not getting us anywhere” she stood knowing that it would be awkward if she did or she didn’t talk over this with him, either way someone was going to get hurt. And she knew the chances where it would probably be her, he didn’t have a crush on her in the same way she did on him.

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

“Hmmm I guess” she said slowly “but I still don’t see the point of this conversation. All we are talking about is how the heart can love more than one, that’s not getting us anywhere” she stood knowing that it would be awkward if she did or she didn’t talk over this with him, either way someone was going to get hurt. And she knew the chances where it would probably be her, he didn’t have a crush on her in the same way she did on him.

"Look," Calder said, spreading his palms out, facing up, "Let's get to the point. Friendly-not-friends won't satisfy me or you, friends won't satisfy you, what do you want to do about it? And secondly, what can I do to change your mind? And - well, what will get us anywhere?"