Drunk Words (Ethan Ramsey x MC) part 4
Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC
Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! We are all in the dark place after today’s chapter, so here is a little thing to maybe help you all even a little bit. I am currently working on a piece with interlacing the events from chapter 12, as well as the Ethan’s POV of chapter 12, but those are still to come. As for now, here it is.
He approached her slowly, standing in front of her, amazement in his eyes.
“These are for you.” he handed her the flowers, eyes never leaving her face.
“They’re lovely. Thank you.”
“You look… ravishing. So beautiful it’s unreal…” Ethan very rarely had trouble with voicing his opinion, but one look at her was enough for him to struggle with finding words to describe her.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Claire laughed, her cheeks reddened under his intense stare.
“Claire.” He extended his arm, inviting her to lace her hand through his.
“Ethan.” She replied with a smile, linking their arms and letting him guide her out of the hospital.
They made their way towards his car, not caring about the stares people were giving them. Ethan opened her door for her, helping her with the back of her dress and then getting in himself.
The car ride was quiet. So unlike them, but it felt like a first date, both nervous and unsure of what to do.
Ethan’s hands ached. He longed to take her in his arms and never let her go, but he knows he cannot do that. It’s to soon, for both of them. He opted for something simpler and instead brushed his fingers against hers, not saying a word.
Theatre was slowly getting more and more crowded; people were coming in and making their way towards their places. It was really easy to get lost. For that, and only that reason, or so he told himself, Ethan placed his hand on the small of her back softy, tentatively, careful not to cross the line. He felt her body go stiff for a second, not knowing who’s touch she felt, but as soon as she realized it was him, she relaxed a bit.
He led her to their seats, letting her go first.
Sitting down, Claire had the chance to look around and take in her surroundings.
The stage was beautiful, curtain was made out of a red, rich material, descending gracefully from the ceiling. The sides were made of wood, golden elements adorning them in a few places, intricate flowers and leaves climbing up the columns.
Looking up she could see the ceiling, and it was unlike anything she’s ever seen before. Paintings were places all over it, depicting various scenes from classical pieces, some of which she recognized, some of which were new to her, unknown, but exciting, spiking her interest.
Ethan was looking at her, mesmerized. The attention she paid to even the smallest details in every field of her life, beginning with her job and ending with her surroundings in the outside world, was admirable and so attractive to him.
He watches as her eyes followed the artwork up above them, sparkling with joy and curiosity.
He took her hand in his softly, extending her index finger, before guiding it upwards, focusing her attention on one of the paintings.
“That’s from ‘Tristan and Isolde’. It’s from the scene in the woods, while being on the run…”
“… they were living in the woods and he decided to return her to the King, not wanting to expose her to the life of unknown future. I know. I read it.” she smiled at his surprised face.
“You read classical literature? I must say, I’m impressed.” Her hand was still in the air, his fingers slid down her arm, reaching her elbow, tickling the skin there, goosebumps rising.
“I am aware. You don’t have to prove that.”
“Oh, I know.” She leaned in, teasing him. “But I’m going to do it anyway.” She whispered, then leaned back, leaving him flustered and confused.
“You’re something else, you really are.”
“What is new, right?” they both laughed.
The lights died down, curtain went up and the show began.
Ethan was nervous, not knowing if she’d like the play he chose, but the look of pure happiness and excitement on her face said it all.
He chose the perfect one.
Claire was immersed into the plot, the actors playing, music, costumes, the look of the stage, it all stunned her. It was like a dream come true; all she’s ever wanted to see on stage was right before her eyes.
The more time passed the more the plot thickened, characters making critical choices, going unknowingly towards their destiny, which was still unclear.
A young man made his way to the center of the stage, speaking loudly and clearly about his feelings and thoughts on life, love and society. Unknown to him, another man was creeping up on him, a knife raised.
In the last moments of his life he saw his one, true love, standing before him, bathed in white light, dead and waiting for him on the other side.
Claire, without thinking about it, reached for Ethan’s hand, lacing their fingers, squeezing them from time to time. His pulse quickened every time she did that, looking at her instead of at the stage.
The music reached its peak as the man crossed the stage to take his wife by her hand, letting himself go, peacefully, happy to be reunited at last. The whole stage illuminated by white light, smoke twirling softly by the floor.
Last notes could be heard and then it was dark.
The lights came back on a few seconds later, the ensemble came onto the stage to take their bows.
Claire stood up, clapping in a polite and full of emotions manner, a ‘thank you’ to the cast, while Ethan stood by her, clapping along, but his eyes were once more on Claire and Claire only.
That woman was truly amazing, a picture of pure perfection, polite and well-behaved… at least most of the time, and she shared his interests, appreciating art in all its shapes and forms, just like him.
A while later they went outside, her shawl not covering up enough of her bare arms and back to provide any form of protection against the cold air of the night.
Ethan noticed, as if he could not notice anything that concerned her. He took his coat off, wrapping it around her shoulders, his scent taking over her senses, making her mind go blank for a second.
“Thank you.” she smiled, wrapping herself in it even tighter, hiding her nose in the soft material, taking a deep breath.
There was something about his scent, something so distinctly his, a mixture of a strong, masculine scent and something soft, comforting, a perfect match for his persona.
“So, what do we do now? You have something planned, don’t you?” she asked, despite the fact that she already knew the answer.
“You know I do. That is, only if you want to, but I’d like to take you to my favorite restaurant.” He blushed, another thing he didn’t do often, only with her, because only she could make him feel such a whirlwind of emotions.
Claire was slowly starting to realize that he was holding himself back, unable to make any decision on his own, because he gave up all control to her. That was something new, he loved his control, it made him feel safe and confident.
By letting her take the reins, giving up his power to her, he was making himself vulnerable. Ethan was letting her take control, so she could lead them through their relationship at her own pace, taking as much time as she needed.
Deciding on using a little of that power, she reached out to lock their fingers together, their hands hanging between them.
Neither said a word, letting their actions speak for them, louder than any words ever could.
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