Velocity
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| Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 10:56 pm Post subject: Some things are meant to be |
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Okay, so the title is lame...but this is a short English essay that I wrote where we had to imitate Henry James. I think I did an okay job on it (my English teacher apparently thought the same thing)
It's a little Romy fic, pretty much from Rogue's POV with some dialouge at the end....it might be a little bit OOC, but whatever.
Here it is 
There was something different about him- in his eyes, in his background, in his charm. He was nothing but contrasts, insufferable and arrogant, but he had stolen her heart like the thief he was. He was like a river, always changing yet still the same, carrying mysteriousness around him like a shroud. It was his mysteriousness, as well as his charm that drew her to him. She wanted to unravel his mystery, to find out who he was; she wanted him to love her. And she loved him-there was no doubting the fact that she loved him, there was no doubting the fact that he was drawn to her as well. When she looked into her own past it was easy to see that she had her own mysteriousness about her- perhaps he wanted to unravel her shroud, and that she was as mysterious to him as he was to her, that he wanted to love her. But for her mysteriousness, as she found out earlier, the romance might never have bloomed. And then she thought of him, sitting on the roof, never trusted by anyone! For he was a thief. His untrustworthiness was why she had not given him her heart, why she had not told him of her love, her heart aching to lift the burden off her shoulders. Would she be able stay around him without her heart breaking?
She walked up to where he was sitting.
“Hello chère.” Said the charming Cajun without looking up, taking a drag on his cigarette.
“Remy, ah know that ya have had other relationships,” She said in her Southern drawl. “But how do ah know y’all will stay around?”
“Mais chère, all dat’s needed is trust.”
“But can you trust a thief?”
“Chère, dat’s a question I can’t answer for you. Ya can only ask yourself.”
She was unable to answer him for she knew he was right. She loved him-but if she didn’t trust him then they could never love each other, not truly.
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