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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 24, 2012 19:04:10 GMT -5
Mason chewed dutifully, trying to keep his table manners nice for her. She ate so politely, like a bird, and he, well, he ate like a mountain man who was used to being alone or eating prison food. But he realized he wanted to impress her, the sadder but wiser girl in town, so to speak. Only love hadn't hurt her so much as life in general had.
And then she invited him to meet up with her and his face felt hot, not that he was one to blush and he realized he was excited at the prospect. His eyes flicked up to look at her, not quickly looking away again, he figured he'd earned the right to look a little bit. Of course, at the mention of friends he felt a little unsure. Mason was stuck trying to decide what he wanted to be with her, for her. Part of him wanted to kiss her and the other part was too afraid he'd let her down.
She took his silence as apprehension and pointed out how much fun it would be and that she might need him to carry her home, which made his laugh, and he smiled at her. "I'd love to go with you and your friends, as long as you're sure they won't mind." He said carefully, trying not to seem too eager or like he really did want to go.
"And are you guys the type to be in costume or are we wearing just clothes," he said with a chuckle. Mason had limited costume options, but he did usually dress up. It usually cracked kids up, or made them thing he really was whoever he was pretending to be. Outfits that fit were often hard to find.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 24, 2012 19:24:38 GMT -5
Key's heart swelled as he laughed. She felt a bit proud to have been able to make him laugh, especially since he looked so troubled before. Her heart actually fluttered when he smiled and said he'd love to go. With her. Life couldn't get any better. She took a bite of her grilled cheese and looked down, trying to keep from blushing.
Ethan was probably going to dress up, or just look completely fabulous. Sam said he was going as a cop, but then he looked sheepish when she called him out on it, so maybe he changed his mind ...“Well … my friends might but I don't think I've dressed up since I was twelve-” Key suddenly stopped and realized a possible implication of his question. “Wait.” She said raising her hands as though putting a pause on the whole world. She looked at Mason with twinkling mischievous eyes and leaned back in her seat. “If I had said we do dress up … would you have?” Something about the idea of manly, tree-chopping Mason was really mind-blowing. |
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 24, 2012 19:30:41 GMT -5
Mason laughed again, a little embarrassed by the question. "Yeah, I would have." He said finally, looking at her carefully. His family used to throw Halloween parties before his parents divorced, and Chloe and Mason often went out to the festival together, or he would coordinate with his ex. Dressing up was half the fun, right? You were never too old to dress up really. "I will if you will." He said, making the ultimatum, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair, his own eyes twinkling as they met hers.
God she looked so beautiful, a hint of pink tinging her cheeks, that sparkle of mischievous merriment in her eyes...
Mason blinked, realized he had been staring and went back to eating, trying to pretend like everything was under control. But it didn't feel in control. Not at all. He looked up at her and wondered why she hadn't dressed up and gone out to bars in college, they did the movies. Besides, the older you got, the more sexual you could get.... Once upon a time Mason had enjoyed that part very much, but this year he had no one he was allowed to look at.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 24, 2012 20:07:08 GMT -5
Key watched him laugh, waiting for answer, and when it finally came she couldn't help hide her surprise. She didn't laugh, but she did look at Mason in a new light. She thought she knew him, maybe even had him figured out, but clearly she was wrong. It was humbling, but also oddly exciting. There was a lot more to him, and Key wanted to learn everything.
At his ultimatum, Key opened her mouth to object, but stopped herself and just mischievously smiled back. She crossed her arms as well and stared back, as well. That moment was charged with electricity; it seemed to last no time at all and all the time in the world. All Key could think was that his eyes were a shade of blue previously absent from nature. “Okay.” she said finally.
And then he blinked and she blinked and the moment was over. Even if nothing came out of this odd relationship, Key knew she would always remember that moment. Key finished off her grilled cheese and then asked, “What will you wear?” It was the logical next question after all. And if he was planning on wearing something like a clown costume, Key had to be mentally prepared so that her brain didn't explode when she saw him. |
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 24, 2012 20:16:35 GMT -5
Mason chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not telling." He decided, feeling a little playful for the first time in a long time. He had to warm up to being on the outside again, warm up to being a person over a set of numbers and an orange jumpsuit. Caim made him feel like a person again, and he wanted to tell her that, but he figured that could creepy. In any case, he opened his mouth but shut it again, taking a sip of water.
"It'll be a surprise," he decided with a smile, getting his bearings back as he finished his sandwich and went to put his dishes in the sink. He hated feeling flustered, and she certainly made him feel strange. Maybe it was just proximity to someone beautiful, but it felt like more than that.
Mason sighed and rubbed the back of his head lightly. "Though, I don't even know if the ones I have still fit..." He mused, realizing the last time he wore a costume was five years ago. He'd always been big, but he'd bulked up some since then.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 25, 2012 22:09:29 GMT -5
Key was relishing this whole secretive back-and-forth exchange. There was something about the way Mason just simply decided to let her suffer in anticipation, that was driving Key a little crazy. Frustration, along with an undercurrent of sexual frustration – it was all building to almost unbearable levels. Key's foot was fidgeting rapidly under the table. And that playful glint in his eye … Argh!
“Fine.” Key declared, trying to seem nonchalant. “I won't tell either.” Which was a completely empty threat considering she had no idea – or even how to start looking for – what to wear. But Key would rather play the bluff instead of seeming completely at his mercy.
Key watched him put the plates in the sink, wondering if she should offer to take care of those, or if that would seem over-eager since, after all, it was only two plates littered primarily with bread crumbs that would just rinse off. She raised a brow at his musing. “What do you mean?” Key asked, not really knowing what he was referring to at first – she didn't really remember him from before. Then a funny, though also very adorable thought occurred to her. “Did you used to be little?” |
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 25, 2012 22:27:37 GMT -5
The way she said little was hilarious and he could only laugh and shake his head. "I was never litte." He clarified. He'd always been tall and broad, and he'd always been athletic. "I just gained a little more muscle while I was in jail, not much to do besides work out, read and watch tv." Mason shrugged a little. He felt a little weird saying in jail. He'd been in jail.. in some ways it seemed like such a bad dream, one that couldn't possibly be real.
"Obviously I was a kid once," He said, thinking back on little. That was probably the last time he'd been little. Granted, she might have a hard time imagining that. Did he have a photo anywhere? "I might even have a baby photo if you doubt that I ever small." He laughed, getting up to dig in a drawer. He found what he was looking for and chuckled at the image and shook his head. He was giving her total blackmail.
"I'm glad I grew into those ears.." Mason muttered, handing her the photo.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 25, 2012 23:05:15 GMT -5
Key nodded understandably – it made sense; such was the nature of jail. It hit her a tad peculiar to be talking about it so casually, but she was okay with it. She smiled gently. She was more than okay with it. Part of her deeply, deeply appreciated that Mason talked about it so naturally – just now, with her. He was still such a mystery and worry to the whole town, that hearing these things that maybe no one else knew made him, at least this part of him, feel like only … well, hers.
But she was also so sad to imagine him so lonely and probably bored. Alone with his thoughts and probably guilt. If only I had met him before ... Key thought pained. I would've visited him every day.
Caim was a nurturing personality. Taking care of living things came naturally to her. And when she was home, she had taken care of her family. Part of her unbearable enchantment with Mason was that on some level, Key knew he needed to be taken care of. He was big and strong and capable, but anytime he looked confused or possibly hurt, she just wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and tell him how amazing he was and how much she loved him.
He made her laugh when she was falling apart. He went out of his way to spend time with her. She'd never forget that.
The idea of little Mason never crossed her mind, but now that the idea was brought up, the images crossing Key's mind were adorable. However, nothing prepared her for the level of heart-melting emotion that overwhelmed her when she took the picture from him.
She felt like she was literally melting. Her eyes softened and a slow smile crept up onto her face. She even chuckled.
When she tried to speak, she failed.
“I can't handle how adorable you are.” She told him frankly, finally managing words, still staring at the picture. Besides that, it seemed significant that he would even show this to her. It was almost … intimate. This was definitely a deeper kind of friendship. Or trust. Or whatever. It wasn't just something; it was more. |
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 25, 2012 23:24:10 GMT -5
Mason stayed standing beside her, watching her reaction. It was fairly adorable and he could tell she was at once touched and amused by the photo. It was a fairly good one and he chuckled at her comment. "Thanks." For some reason he wanted to tell her that she could keep it, he had others. Maybe he wanted her to have a part of him. Mason knew then that he was falling for her, the girl with sad eyes and a musical laugh. The slender girl with the now sunshine hair. He wanted to take care of her, make her--and himself, feel whole again, together.
Mason hesitated and said, "You can keep it if you like." He couldn't bring himself to look at her for fear that he'd give away everything he was thinking. Chloe would have felt his realization of love like a wave, but Caim couldn't feel emotions and he was hoping he wasn't too obvious. He was too scared that it would all backfire if he tried anything.
Mason rinsed off the plates in the sink to keep himself busy.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 27, 2012 19:12:53 GMT -5
Mason had said thanks, and by the norms set by society, this would be the moment that she gave the picture back. But she couldn't seem to let it go. And then he told her she could have it. Inwardly, Key thought something to the effect of this - as though she wasn't already emotional. Outwardly, though, she tried to contain herself, biting her lip so that she didn't smile. Though if he had been looking at her, and not turned around, he'd probably be able to tell.
Key stared at his back, feeling that this was clear and significant moment, and that she couldn't the only one who felt it. It was becoming harder and harder to tell herself that Mason was just really, really nice – to her at least.
But this didn't seem like the moment to bring it up. At the idea of saying something outright, like I love you made Key's stomach churn with horror. Nope – this wasn't the moment.
So instead, she said, “Thank you.”
“I'll take care of it.” she added, her finger running over the edges.
Looking around, she took a moment to decide whether now was the appropriate moment to go. It seemed that way. He had work, she had work and errands.
“I should go.” she said, getting up. “But I'll see you at the festival?”
How were they going to coordinate that? She reached into her back pocket and took out her cellphone. “Do you want to give me your number?” she asked gently and casually, not wanting to make a big deal of it. |
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 27, 2012 19:26:49 GMT -5
Mason finally turned back around when she started to speak. He could tell she was happy to have it, and that made him smile a little. Mason didn't want to seem too eager to share with her, he didn't want to be weird. "I know you will," He said. Caim would take care of the photo, and somehow, it meant so much more, she would take care of him, and he would her.
"Yeah, I'll meet you there." He agreed with a nod. He'd have to figure out his costume fairly quickly, considering how quickly Halloween was approaching and that festival lasted a couple days. "And sure, you can tell me what the plan is and where you are," He agreed with a nod. Hopefully she would send him her number too, in a text or what have you. Though that could be tempting...
"555-6324," Mason said slowly enough that she could punch it into her cellphone. He smiled at her. "I'll see you then."
They both had work to do, but oh, how he hated to see her go.
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