ran away with the TARDIS
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- Posted: Sun, 06 Nov 2011 05:04:39 +0000
- ★ || There’s no religion ◠ that could save me⋮↷
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxNo matter (⇢ how long my knees ◞ are on the floor ┈
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xxxxxxxxxxPost Post Post PWILL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE
xxxxxxxxx ── ❛ Will keep you from walkin’ out the door
Darcy watched Xavier as he took his time to lead them out of the shop. She could practically see the gears working in his head as he worked on the mystery of Grant and Fleur. She wanted to tell them that she could always be wrong on the matter, but Darcy was usually right. It was easy to read people when they did not seem to have much of a guard up. Fleur seemed more open and emotions tended to rarely play on her face. Darcy had noted that Fleur’s true emotion tended to play in her eyes. That observation was simply based on the few times Fleur had actually looked directly at Darcy. Grant was more guarded and seemed a bit skeptical when he had first seen Darcy and Fleur together. At least he was smart.
Darcy’s eye lit up as they left the café and she started chatting about all the shopping they could do. Her love life and how it affected the love lives of those around her was a topic that was instantly pushed to the back of her mind. She let go of Xavier’s arm and moved closer to the window. Darcy felt like a child in a sweet shop when she was shopping. She pressed her hands on the cold glass of the Chanel window display. The earrings just begged to be worn on Darcy’s freckled ears. Darcy touched one of her ears self-consciously as she imagined wearing a pair of the Chanel earrings to a party or a date with a boy. She almost barely heard Xavier when he spoke since they left the café. “I want the gold ones. With the tiny little diamond in the center. And if you say no to me one day, I would cry. I know you hate to see me cry.” An innocent look was shot at Xavier before Darcy looped her arm in his and pulled him into the store.
Grant could not believe what he had just done. He did not wish to harm either girl in his life, yet he just did. Paris might as well be called “The City of Ruining Grant Russell’s Life”. The city was not to blame. Grant was doing a pretty good job himself. The thing that bugged him was that Fleur had kissed him back. She didn’t reject him. Grant didn’t blame her anger when she managed to follow him into the elevator. His mind was not agreeing with the rest of him. His entire being seemed to want Fleur, yet his mind told him it was time to move on from his childhood and try with Darcy. He listened to Fleur rant and a realization became to form. Over the past years, during their on and off relationship, Grant had hurt Fleur every time. He would not take all of the blame though. There were times were Fleur had left him abruptly as well to go try her hand with various guys. One’s face came bitterly to mind and Grant shrugged it off. “I’m sorry, Fleur. I got caught up with everything that has happened and the view… and I obviously do not know what I want. I’m sorry for hurting you.” Grant hurried and followed Fleur out of the elevator. He would not let her leave if she was just going to slap the truth in his face and then walk away. Grant needed to talk this out. For his own sake.
Grant tossed the restaurant’s card in the trash. He officially hated Paris and it was his own fault. The whole altercation with Fleur made him wish he never knew her, never kissed her all those years ago, and never had all the stupid relationships with her. Part of it was not true. He liked having Fleur as his best friend but the girlfriend part was never ever going to work out. Grant didn’t bother to follow Fleur. She would probably insult him or start throwing things at him. Since Grant desired neither of the two, he made his way through the streets of Paris and then back to the café. He would wait for Xavier and Darcy and try to figure out his situation.
ooc: Darcy's outfit