Post by ithika forsyth on Oct 27, 2011 14:14:05 GMT -5
[/i][/font] Ithika ended her rant with a groan and couple more minutes of quiet sobbing into his pillow. The friendship she'd found only down the hall from her boyfriend had made the relationship all the more tolerable. Somehow Ithika managed to justify staying with Caspian by knowing that Theodore was just a hop, skip, and a jump from her if she needed him. He was always there to hold her and comfort her, despite the tears and the fact that he was being treated as the 'girl friend.' It was ridiculously selfish when she thought about it. This boy had other things to worry about besides her emotional welfare, yet she was so dependant on his soothing words that the thought hadn't occured that maybe he had better things to do with his time.- - Pushing and yelling had become the norm; simple insults had become an ineffective way of handling their love life, so everything began to crumble more than they had in the last six years of their relationship. They were children - even if he was a year or two older - and they hadn't known what they were doing. Now, Ithika was eighteen and had given Caspian Galis everything, and he had cheated on her repeatedly. She had come for holiday break to visit the boy she thought to be with for the rest of her life and - once again - found some tall brunette leaving his parents property in a shirt distinctly his, with a Cheshire grin spread across her face and a half-dressed Caspian standing in the doorway looking as smug as ever. Dropping her bags at the foot of their porch, Ithika only managed to reach the top step before letting her voice carry over the morning to tear into the boy for his infidelity. The argument dragged out for a good ten minutes at the front of the house before her boyfriend grabbed her arm roughly and they reconvened in his room to continue their spat. Not that the closed doors helped drown out the arguing. Ithika pushed, he grabbed; Caspian yelled, Ithika bit back with snarky comments that she couldn't even figure out where they had come from. Their arguments had become such routine that she almost felt guilty even coming to his poor parents home at all. Yet there was seldom a figure that was willing to step into their mess. No one stopped them, no one seemed to even comment after the fact. Eventually she would storm from the room in a fit, followed by Caspian yelling after her inquiring where she was going. She was going where she always went when things go too heavy.
- - "theo, i'm sorry." Tears sprung to her eyes the second the door shut behind her, but she attempted to hide them with all her might. Plopping down on his bed beside him, she instantly nuzzled her face against one of his pillows to hide the tears. "am i stupid for being here? i really love him, i don't understand why he treats me this way. what should i do? i just don't get it. he's been sleeping with some girl. he knew i was coming in today!"
- - Even after years of watching the fighting escalate, Theodore was there to hold her hand at the times that were the hardest. Caspian having a kid with another woman. Some girl from Australia that Ithika only remembered the name of by making horse sounds and being exceedingly obnoxious anytime someone said a word about it. Then there was the baby that he watched her swell with, and from the second she began to show until she gave birth and handed the baby over, he was there at her side. Outside of her immediate family, he was the only one that knew. He knew she had cheated on Caspian in getting pregnant by someone else, and he didn't seem to judge her for the fact. And even if he did, he managed to cover it up quite well. It only raised him that much higher in her favor. The successful release of the burden called Rosie brought them to some random European country that they probably picked out of a movie. It was a vacation to recouperate the events that passed and prepare for the events that would occur when she returned - figuritively crawling - back to Caspian. She knew Theodore was right when he told her she shouldn't be with him, but somehow she couldn't cope with the thought of being without him. By this point she was quite aware that she was not in love with Caspian, but she was completely infatuated with the idea of love and even more infatuated with the Galis family as a whole. She had become accustomed to attempting to - wordlessly due to the language barrier - cook with their mother, occassionally attempt to play games with their father, and frequently crash in Theo's bed. Despite the fact she didn't know how she felt about Caspian, she went back and tried to make it work to the best of her ability.
- - Yet there she was, sitting with a bottle of red wine sitting between her crossed legs. Ithika sat perched on the quilt of a hotel in Sweden, with a cocktail dress hugging her frame. She was too intoxicated to care that Theodore only need bend forward to see straight up her dress in her sitting position, yet not nearly intoxicated enough to warrent her current behavior. Though, in reflection, she somehow doubted that she would have cared much if she was completely sober. There was something so incredibly comfortable about being around him that Ithika's concern for having any sort of shame seemed to filter away. He knew everything about her and had more than one opportunity to learn every inch of her body if he just chose to glance over his shoulder while she shed her clothes in his presense. They'd had a night out on the town, dressed up for dining and dancing, but somehow landed themselves back in their room much too early. There was no more than enough drinks to make Ithika tipsy - though she would more than deny such things later, embellishing in how incredibly wasted they both were. "do you ever wonder what things would have been like if it had been you?" pressing the neck of the bottle to her lips and tipping it back; liquid courage at it's best. Setting the bottle on the nightstand, Ithika pushed herself up, forcing herself to her knees to look him in his eyes. The perfect blue eyes that met her own and made her voice waiver and a smile grace her lips. "i had a dream about you once. well, it was kind of embarrassing, but don't tell."[/font][/color] Smirking at her own stupid memory, Ithika couldn't help but feel good about the night. Caspian was in a rage about her leaving him once again to go on some nonsense trip, but she was free of any concern for him for the time being. "i dreamed that i met you before i met caspian and that you swept me off my feet. other stuff happened, but, you kow, i'll leave that to your imagination!"[/i][/font] Shrugging, Ithika couldn't help the feeling of her facing gaining color, even under the dim lighting of their hotel room.
- - It only took minutes before her dress had dropped to the floor and she had pushed herself into a standing position on the bed. "come here. unless you're afraid to dance with me. i promise as long as you don't really jump, you wont hit your head."[/font][/i] Her boyfriend was as far from her mind as could be possible and somehow the idea of Theodore having a girlfriend was completely irrelevant. Did he have a girlfriend, even? Surely Caspian had mentioned something about this redhead with the best rack he'd ever seen during their last argument - and Caspian wasn't typically smart enough to make things up. Yet neither of these figures seemed to pop up as important in that moment. Somehow seeing his eyes on her and the suit coming off his muscular frame kept her focused on only one thing. Which, for once, was not out of revenge or to satiate some lonely depression that had sunk in; she could feel her pulse rise and know that regardless of what she'd told herself, having sex with Theodore Galis was the right thing, if he reciprocated the desire. He climbed up, giving Ithika opportunity to dance poorly and pretend that everything she did was much more skillful than it was. The bed rocked underneath her feet and she stumbled more than once, but Theo kept her sturdy enough. At some point during all the fuss of trying to enjoy herself - as Ithika could replay the moment like looking at individual freeze frames of the motions - Theodore had grabbed her by the elbow to sturdy her, only to find her much closer than she had been thirty seconds ago. Another moment passed, somewhere past an eternity, and their lips connected. Fuck Caspian and his drama, fuck everyone he cheated with. If there was anything else she could hold over his head, it was the increasing attraction she had for his brother - yet somehow that idea escaped her. There was no way she would use Theodore as revenge. It wouldn't be fair. Any thoughts of dancing or drinking had washed out of her head. The kiss even managed to wash away the alcohol-induced mentality as well. She knew what she was doing and didn't seem to care. It would be the destruction of their friendship, which nearly sprung tears to her eyes. Even though somehow collapsing to the bed in his arms seemed all the more appealing in that moment than bawling all over him over something that may or may not even happen.
ugh, omg, not even done~
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