#livelament

[inuentrix]

THAT'S HIS WIFE GIRLFRIEND SITUATIONSHIP REASON FOR IT ALL CATHY !!!!! - heathcliff

utter silence until a soft spoken "girlfriend?" escapes her lips. her hands are folded tightly together at the front of her dress. though... if looking closely; she squeezed them tighter together. content yet... not quite by the way her lips twitch into a wider smile.

. . . "situationship?" and it slips through the crack. the slight slip of offense in her tone. her ugly bits leaking through. her eyes no longer soft or proper. more sharp. brows furrowed. she's building up... she can feel the impending fit.

"heathcliff." it's a single murmur of his name. no tone to be discernable.

until....

wife.

"..."

"hmm, again. say that again for me, won't you? i quite like the ring of it. has a certain pizzazz to it, don't you think?" they weren't even married.

yet.

[saed]

" dante, @livelament..." a sigh exhales from their lips. the sound of their soles coming to a clicking stop directly off to the side and behind them. a hand extends to clasp one shoulder with a grip that insinuates his intention. "you must stop."

[saed]

come on , or you'll miss it . [ Don Quixote for Heathcliff! ]

"...hmh?" the rise of her voice was what drew him from his impromptu lost-in-his-thoughts session. his posture shifting from that of being closed off to suddenly more laxed with the suggestions of someone who could've potentially come off as being minorly disinterested. don quixote had gravitated over to him ... why exactly? don't ask him... ..or do, but he wouldn't know. it's a whole mystery to himself since he wasn't present for the lead up. simply giving her blank look which read more neutral due to resting face he typically held. heathcliff could only look to her with minor exasperation. locked and loaded in preparation with his usual spiel to ward her off but when his lips part to speak.

he hesitates.

hand lifting up to ruffle the back of his head as if giving genuine consideration to the comment. weighing his odds; likelihood it's a whole lot of nothing that he REALLY couldn't care much about but flipside is that it's something the lass... cared to share with him. had this been any earlier— maybe he'd already tell her to stop being such a bugger and go babble off to someone who wanted to hear.

but, now it's... well.

"oi, if this turns out to be a waste of time i'll be right pissed with you..." but it doesn't hold the usual bite it does. almost fond in the way his eyes for a second soften to peak through the window she had so been gazing at. ...a real nice view. maybe he would've rolled his eyes and turned this away when his heart still had been so clouded but now... he leans in, gave her shoulder a playful nudge with his own as he snorted.

"y'think this place always looks like this? or did we luck out with this? eh... well either way, nice eyes you got on you there, would've missed out on this shite if not for your nagging."

...small but bountiful reasons why he felt the want to go along with her verbal tug of his hand. it wasn't all bad (at least, most of the time.)

[saed]

he definitely feels ... out of place. supposes that what he gets for getting caught up by a flashy sign. now he's lost, in the backstreets of a place with so many directions & crowds. where'd they go? who knows where. the knots within the stomach of garnet is prevalent. unease.

"um, p-pardon me sir!" he flocks to the first person that looks as out of place as he. a polite tap to the muscled arm. apparently losing your memories entails that you have a low perception to the obvious risk around you. " @livelament ? would you happen to know your way around here?"

for ricardo.