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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 2:37 pm
Give you a chance for what? the boy asked, looking up to his father. The only thing you need to do is make up your mind. What is it that you want?
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 2:53 pm
Tristian looked to his son a long moment before his knees buckled and he dropped to them, hanging his head as he rest his hands on the ground as well. I don't know...I mean, I know what I want, I just...I don't know if it's possible.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 2:56 pm
Constantine crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg as he looked down to Tristian. What do you want, then? he asked, half-annoyed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 3:08 pm
I just want everyone to be happy, he told the boy after a long moment. He shifted to sit back some and looked up to Constantine, half expecting the boy to have left already. I want you and your sister to be happy, I want Greta to be happy, I want ... him to be happy. I want to be happy.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 3:16 pm
The silver-haired boy sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. Then you know what? he started, looking down to the blonde. You need to decide what makes you most happy, and what will continue to make you happy even after a few years or so. Constantine paused to take a breath, becoming rather irritated. And then you need to do that. Choose who you love the most. Choose what you think is best for you. He turned away and walked a few steps before stopping to look back to his father. I'm perfectly fine, and so is Acacia. My mom will be fine, too, after you make a decision. Don't leave her hanging...
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 3:32 pm
Tristian pulled himself to his feet and narrowed his eyes to Constantine. He didn't want to sound as mean as he thought he did, and after he spoke he did feel sorry...But nobody seemed to want to accept his side of anything. I can't choose who I love most, because I don't love anyone more or less. I wasn't raised to put some before others. And I don't know what makes me happy anymore, because i haven't been happy since you were created, not that you want to see that. And I'm not leaving her hanging...When she left she made it seem like she didn't care what happened either way. He wrapped his arms around himself and huffed, shaking his head to himself. Maybe cutting through the woods wasn't the best of choices, either.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 3:45 pm
Constantine rolled his eyes. It seems like you don't care because if you had any feelings for her, you should have gone after her. Isn't she allowed to feel unsure about anything? The boy sighed and turned to fully face Tristian. You probably confuse her. If you love her, maybe you should try to find her and talk to her? He looked down, shaking his head as he closed his eyes lightly. Constantine was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. She's going to leave, he whispered.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:03 pm
I didn't say she wasn't allowed, Constantine...But when she left she made it seem like she wanted me to stay out of it. Tristian sighed and shook his head, letting his eyes fall shut a moment before it registered in his mind the last bit the boy had added. Leave?
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:07 pm
My mom wants to go away, he answered. And I never said that you said she wasn't allowed to feel unsure... Constantine sighed and shook his head. I guess we can just forget about it though. I don't know.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:27 pm
I don't want to 'just forget about it'...I want to know you, and your sister, and know your mother better. Tristian clenched his teeth a moment, trying his best to supress a frustrated scream. Nothing was going right today, and he didn't know how he could fix it. It was maddening. Why does she want to leave?
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:40 pm
The boy shrugged. I don't know. Why don't you ask her yourself? Constantine breathed a sigh and took a few steps back to Tristian, putting a hand on his shoulder. I want to know you too, believe me. I can't say much for Acacia though. I just... don't think you know what you want. And it's confusing.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 6:41 pm
You have no idea how confusing this all is...Tristian laughed weakly, shifting to hug tight the boy a moment. I do know what I want, and I told you already - I want everyone to be happy. He sighed and let go of Constantine, moving back a step to look at the silver haired boy, examining his features and admiring his appearance. He definitely resemled his mother more than he resembled his father, but that was just fine with Tristian. Do you know where your mother is?
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:20 pm
The boy shook his head. No, she won't let me see where she is, he answered lowly. In fact, it kinda hurts when I tried to see where she was. Like a shock or something in my brain. Constantine frowned, taking a step back from Tristian. Why?
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:46 pm
I just want to make sure she's okay, Tristian assured his son, letting his eyes fall closed while he sent out a silent plea for Greta to come to the woods to see him. He looked back to Constantine and offered a wary smile. From experience, sometimes if someone doesn't want to be contacted, they'll block their minds off. Locating them, trying to make sure they're alright, anything that would require you actually delve into their minds is unavailable...It can be scary, especially if you know the person is in trouble and just want to find them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:53 pm
Constantine shrugged. Well, I don't know if she's in trouble or not, but it seems as if she doesn't want to talk to anyone. He looked to Tristian hopefully. Maybe you should try to find her. I doubt she'll come to you.
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