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Post by esca lascelles on Feb 20, 2011 0:45:56 GMT -7
 ---LEAVING paris - or more, leaving zuri - had been one of the hardest things he had ever done in his twenty-two years. despite how nonchalant he had acted during his proposal and the subsequent denial, he had been more deeply hurt than he had cared to admit. esca lascelles, infamous player and classical rich boy, had finally fallen in love, only to have it not be reciprocated. it seemed unfathomable that someone did not return his feelings, for it was rare he was ever denied anything. having grown up as one of the most respectable heirs in europe, he had been accustomed to receiving and achieving anything he wished for. never before had a woman said no to him concerning asinine matters, let alone rebuffing his proposal for marriage. some said that it had just been too soon, that he had rushed into things too quickly, but the male knew better. he knew that he had found true love in zuri léaud, a girl who had seemed so different than any other. he had fallen in love with her perfect lips and the way her golden hair framed her face, yes, but he had truly come to love her for her personality, for her unimpaired, unbiased outlook on life. she was beautiful in the way that most girls he had met weren't and that had shaken him to his core. she was unpredictable and wonderful and sadly, not his.
---HE had come to terms with the end of their relationship though, he really had. that was, until he had heard rumour of a familiar blonde leaving grand central terminal. the moment his phone had become assaulted by texts alerting him of his former girlfriend's presence in the city, he had been livid - and rightfully so. less than a year had passed since she had told him that one word that had broken him and yet, she was here in the city, in his city. for once, fate seemed to be against him. why did she have to be there, in the one place that there were no memories of her? it was bad enough that he had ceased visiting paris - too many memories lingered in the cobbled streets and the starry skies - but for her to arrive in the one place he had never expected to see her was ludicrous. it especially didn't help that despite his constant reassurance that he was completely and over the lissom blonde, he still held lingering feelings for her. whenever he least expected it, he was assailed by said feelings, of the memories they had created together, of the desire to have her back as his.
---IN all honesty, though, he could have handled her being there. he could have handled living in the same city as her and the occasional run in. but this? this blatant admittance that she still cared for him and that she wanted to fix things drove him overboard. just knowing that she wanted things to be like they used to be had him falling to his knees, at the mercy of his feelings. it was as if he was being held at gunpoint by some unseen shooter, intent on ruining his life and the solidarity he had come to value. that's why, at ten at night, he was seated at the bar of the summit, his agile fingers tapping out an erratic beat upon the countertop. a whiskey sour was set before him, already half drained, as he awaited the appearance of zuri. although he looked suave, the black blazer fitted perfectly to his broad shoulders, his hair a delectable mess, there was something in the set of his features that hinted at another emotion. it was obvious that he was tense about the meeting, about seeing his ex for the first time in what would seem like forever. he only hoped that things would go well and that the night would play out as he expected, rather than as reality and the fates would deem proper.
TAGGED zuri léaud.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC bigger than us, white lies.
OUTFIT sans beanie.
NOTES we're so great.
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Post by zuri léaud on Feb 20, 2011 3:21:15 GMT -7
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- - - If there was anything that zuri learned in her life, it was how to say the wrong things at the wrong times. which also included saying nothing at all. the day esca had decided to drop down and propose should have been the happiest days of her life, and for most other girls would have been the most magical experiences, but somehow zuri couldn't get past the question of marriage. she was young and naive, she drove away the boy that had loved her. they had spent the summer together and she had braced herself the entire time for him to walk out of her life as soon as it was over. summer love always came to an end, right? sandy and danny had their split, just as zuri and esca would soon have there's. the only problem was when zuri was preparing herself for it, she hadn't expected their relationship to take such a drastic turn. at the moment the words escaped his lips, instead of feeling a rush of excitement, she nearly wanted to cry. through the stoic exterior her thoughts were bouncing around like someone let loose a couple of ping pong balls. keeping herself composed enough to speak was far from happening, so instead she needed time to think and time to figure out how they had suddenly changed so fast. at that moment she hadn't even thought about marriage and had assumed neither had he. she was driven by her fathers company and was completely unsure of her own feelings until it was far too late.
- - - When it finally hit zuri that the man she loved was gone, and not just from her country, but gone from her life entirely, the ping pong balls finally found their homes. it broke her to realize that she lost him, something she was trying to brace herself for finally happened and it made her realize how badly she didn't want it to end. she loved him, she was simply too wrapped up in her own stupidity to realize it fast enough. for days after his departure, zuri sat in her room pulling up his phone number, screen name, email, anything she could contact him through but she didn't have the courage to go through with it. the girl had gone as far as writing him letters and expressing her feelings, but the letters sat fully addressed on her desks for weeks until those weeks turned to months and eventually she submerged herself in running odd jobs for her father's company. work was the only thing that stopped her from replaying the entire day to herself over and over again. one sunny afternoon zuri sat at a resturant with her father's accountant discussing her fathers assets and as he spoke numbers, she fought back memories of her time spent with esca. the longer she explored the streets, the more she was able to bottle the emotions up and hide them far back in a sealed tomb of her mind. it was only when her father asked her to take a trip to the states that she broke down, had a tearful session with her stuffed bear, and decided to visit new york. it couldn't hurt to see where his mind was.
- - - Knowing that new york was esca's city didn't prepare her for the fact that the people were his too. he knew she was in town before she was even unpacked. it brought a bit of a spark to her morning when he had messaged her, but also worried her to some degree. she wasn't sure where they stood or how he felt at this time. she hadn't even realized to what extent she had truly hurt him, but she knew that even if she lost him completely romantically, she wanted his companionship back. once he agreed to seeing her, zuri had to admit that she had the smallest hope within her. the blonde was certain she could compose herself at least in the littest bit to see him, but she felt childish thinking about seeing him again. wondering if he still had the same feelings, wondering what he would think of when he first saw her. she was no longer a child and if not for her own sake, but for his sake, she had to stop thinking like a teenager. being able to spot him from a mile away, zuri couldn't help the smile creep to her face. taking a few long strides to his side, she instantly sat down and leaned to hug him - only after wondering if that was too much of a greeting for such a peculiar reunion. "oh esca, you look great. i hope i'm not keeping you from anything too important." the girls thick french accent rolled off her tongue, slurring the words ever so slightly in her anxiety, but she attempted to be as casual as possible with their meeting. "i missed you. ma mère sends her love."
STATUS, donee.
MUSIC, south park, because elvira's gone. ;c
OUTFIT,coming soon.
NOTES, more delusion. but yay for us.
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Post by esca lascelles on Feb 20, 2011 21:59:14 GMT -7
---AGAINST his better judgment, he had agreed to see her. against all that he knew about her and how she had broken him, he had said yes to spending time with her. if he hadn't known better, he would've thought he had gone insane. it seemed to be the only plausible explanation for what he was doing. the other possibility was that he had become a masochist in the months he had been without her, but that seemed far too ludicrous for him. this was especially true when it came to zuri, for anything concerning her - even the slightest thought of their past - made him cringe, his heart pounding against his chest in such a way that he felt like he was unable to breathe. from what he knew of pleasure, those pangs of pain that shot through him at the mention of her were definitely not to be believed as good. and so, it was with great disappoint in himself, that he had concluded he had gone insane. it was the only reasonable explanation for why he was doing this to himself, putting him through the pain he knew he would feel the moment he laid eyes on her. he was sure the moment he was able to take her in for himself, that he would regret his agreement, that he would wish to be anywhere but there. after all, he had run away from her, taken off to an entirely different continent, just to escape the feelings that arose in her presence.
---BEFORE she had even taken a seat beside him, esca knew it was her, from the way the lights shone off her golden locks to the perfume that pervaded the room. it was the scent that he had gotten so familiar with over the few months he had spent in paris. considering almost all of his time had been dedicated to her - to taking her out, to showering her with goods, to making her laugh - he could sense her from almost a mile away. it was uncanny, that other sense that seemed so finely attuned to her presence, but he was also thankful for it, for he was able to prepare himself for her inevitably warm greeting. unlike him, she did not harbour any hard feelings of their break up; he couldn't understand how, though. had their relationship been so noncommittal that she hadn't been bothered when he had disappeared? it bothered him to think of this, for he was a male, through and through, and with that, came necessary pomp which was only accentuated by the fact that he had been raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. he had assumed, as many in his position would have, that she would have been heartbroken. but no, she hadn't bothered to contact him, although that may have been his fault. after all, the moment he had landed on american soil, his number had changed, along with his email and any other contact information. he had gone off the map to her, completely relocating himself in order to move on.
---BUT he hadn't moved on. this much was obvious as his shoulders tensed as her slender arms wrapped around him, her silken hair brushing across his freshly shaved cheek. acknowledging her compliment, he cast a glance toward the bartender who stood at the far end of the bar, serving another. "tell your mother i say hello." he refrained from speaking french to her, as he had done during those few months in the city of romance, and instead resorted to thickly accented english. "what would you like to drink?" he questioned as the bartender entered the tiny bubble that he felt enclosed within. for a moment, he was annoyed, but he was also thankful for the distraction. it helped him sort out the buzzing in his mind. "another whiskey sour for me." with that, he downed the rest of the drink set before him, the alcohol gliding down his throat with a burning sensation that he revelled in. inhaling sharply, he turned to peer intently at the female beside him, as if trying to memorize each and every aspect of her beautiful face, the expression in his eyes incomprehensible. "i can't recall if i've asked, but when do you leave?" the question itself seemed innocent enough, but it was loaded with unspoken meaning that he was too guarded to ask.
TAGGED zuri léaud.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC bigger than us, white lies.
OUTFIT sans beanie.
NOTES we're so great.
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Post by zuri léaud on Feb 24, 2011 1:56:54 GMT -7
- - - Every girl, young or old, no matter what nationality, had read about, heard of, or seen a summer love blossom, wilt, and be saved by some romantic gesture. this wasn't how life really worked, though. zuri lived in the city of romance and even if the french were supposed to be all about love, that didn't mean they didn't know the truth about love. years spent sitting at the cafe near her home opened her eyes. there were many hours spent sitting in the crisp air, sipping some hot drink or another, while observing the couples experiencing the rush of love that the country exuded. scanning the crowds over the rim of a hot mug, zuri was able to watch this love disappear. the arguments, the break-ups, the make-ups, and the inevitable. the end of holiday when one or both are having to return home. to a home that was not next door or just across town. it was beautiful while it lasted and as zuri fell into her lovers embrace during those summer months, even she couldn't understand how she allowed herself to fall into the trap she had watched snap at other couples. pressing her rosy lips together firmly, the blonde had given herself a hard look in the mirror while esca had slept soundly in the bed behind her, having a silent battle within her own head. soon they would either part, it was certain, it was the inevitable fate of all summer romances. it was not a movie. it was not a nicolas sparks novel where some tragedy strikes and suddenly everything is better than ever before. it was a routine she had aquired the closer it got until the end. maybe if she had fought harder and worried less, it would've saved them both a lot of heartache.
- - - Gripping the edge of the bar tightly, the girl perched herself at the seat and was very careful to look everywhere but at esca. why was it so damn hard to act like nothing was wrong? in her mind things simply weren't over for them. he couldn't just up and get out of her life after one drop of the roller coaster. he didn't even wait until it sped back up the hill before hitting the emergency brake and flying away. zuri had only heard of where he was through a mutual friend who had casually dropped the information without thinking who she was speaking to. she'd have to thank her for that if esca warms up to her - even just a bit. "i tried to write you a few times, but i didn't know where to send the letters," staring ever intently at a slightly chipped glass towards the end of the bar, zuri was terrified of what she might see if she met her once lovers eyes. the hate, betrayl, hurt, it would rip her to shreds and she knew she wouldn't be able to stay composed at that rate. listening to the boy speak felt almost foreign after their interactions before. somehow she had expected him to speak in sweet french to her, but the words that flowed from his mouth were almost that of a stranger. a simple sigh escaped her lips as she turned to the bartended to order. "just a... chambourd et orange juice, merci." the girl leaned agains the bar to watch the man work for a moment. "this is a business trip, but i suppose i can indulge just a little, huh?" dipping her head slightly to observe other people around the joint, it seemed like there was a fog surrounding them, blocking out any other sound and interaction. there were things that needed to be said, but she didn't know where to begin, nor was sh even prepared to say them.
- - - There was a tension that zuri couldn't help try to cure by talking. that was one of her worst traits in her eyes - the inability to shut up when she was uncomfortable. "sometime you'll have to try the most délicieux of crepes. a bit of nutella and orange juice. yum." when he asked the question regarding her departure, she didn't really know how to respond. in truth, it depended how things went on a number of aspects. if esca decided to forgive her or hate her, as well as how the trip to martha's vineyard went. "a week, perhaps much longer. it all really depends on a number of factors in truth, but i wont bore you with that." she wasn't quite sure what to make of the question and she wasn't really prepared with an answer. she really didn't feel that she could simply say "however long you'll have me here for." realizing the tight grip she had on the bar, zuri lowered her hands into her lap. they had turned slightly white at the knuckles from it. "esca, i loved you so much, please forgive what happened. i really don't want to have ill will between us anymore." the words flowed from her lips before she could even think what else to say. where the girl normally had an influx of things to say, her mouth was dry and her brain was simply a haze from thinking about their past together.
STATUS, donee.
MUSIC, silenceeee. is not golden.
OUTFIT, sans gloves, yo.
NOTES, <333
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