Silent Sea -Casidhe-

[GISELLE ARIN BLACKBOURNE]

Giselle wandered close to the waterfall simply letting her legs walk in front of the other as if they were on a tight rope. She felt the coolness of the air bite at her skin and yet they did not affect her. She was hot blooded, literally, her fingers playing with fire in front of her before she simply made it seem like she had some sort of lighter in her hand. She had to be careful with all the hunters around. She simply hummed softly to a song she knew that KT Tunstall sang, and smiled, finding the rush of the water a good accompaniment to the words. Then she finally began to sing, her voice soft and not the best, but still simply beautiful.

"I was happy in my harbour
When you cut me loose
Floating on an ocean
And confused
Winds are whipping waves up
Like sky scrapers
And the harder they hit me
The less I seem to bruise

Oh when I
Find the controls
I'll go where I like
I'll know where I want to be
But maybe for now
I'll stay right here
On a silent sea
On a silent sea"

She let one of her hands flatten her skirt then as she sat down, also scooping her skirt under her thin legs as she let her feet hover over the nearly frozen stream. She grew silent as she just thought about meeting Tarquin, not really entirely thrilled about the idea of an arranged marriage, but she was not going to push anything right now, not with the state she was in with her family. Giselle wondered if she could honestly let herself go through this though, marrying someone, even if it was an Ellis, but that was the other part that scared her. What if Tarquin knew Damon well? What if they saw each other quite often? She would be put in a very uncomfortable position, but she could at least talk to Damon if the situation presented itself, right?

[CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA]

Going to the waterfall was actually kind of painful. It needed to be done, because he had to face all of his pain. Needed to endure this because... because how else was he going to survive? Days came and went, and he knows there are moments he missed and moments to come that will hurt like hell. He doesn't want to feel it, doesn't want to feel any of it anymore. He wishes he could revert to how he'd once been so none of this could touch him anymore. But it got to him. There was no way around it because of what it had all meant to him. Fate had slipped right in and bitch-slapped him against the head. Only to then let him get comfortable in his happiness and rip it all away. That's how it always went. He finally settled into something he felt good with, and it was torn from him. He wondered how many times this was going to happen to him before he finally snapped completely.

Casi wanted to promise himself he would never let it happen again. That he would never let it get to him, never let anyone in like that again. Those words he'd told Nell were oh-so true and he still feared these things. They were still something he was wary of; but now it was worse. Now he knew what it was like. He'd had a taste of it. He knew how sweet it could be, and how bitter it was to have it ripped away from him afterwards. And here he was at the waterfall -- or close enough to it to count -- within the timeframe of when he'd met Kit. It had been March then, too. Sure, this was a little late from the day of -- the fifth -- but at that time Casi hadn't been able to drag himself to this area. It stung too much. Even now it stung like a bitch but he forced himself to come before MArch had passed completely. He needed this moment, this day to mourn. A day at the waterfall to remember; to let it go.

It was colder this time around, though Cas hadn't minded the cool water before. He couldn't get sick, not really. None of that had mattered that night. It was day now, but he had intended to stay for the night too. Valentine had the nanny staying the night to watch over her, and Cas had canceled his plans for the day, made sure it was open to spend the day and night as he'd like. Right now, it was walking slowly near the waterfall, still not getting too close. He ached all over, just being here. But finally the sound of singing tempted him closer, and his gaze fell upon a female there sitting by the stream. Company at this moment would be good. He could already feel himself breaking all over again on the inside. So he moved closer, pausing a few feet away. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" He asked quietly, just standing there and waiting for her to answer him. He would go if she did not want him there... but he hoped she wouldn't mind.

[GISELLE ARIN BLACKBOURNE]

Giselle simply heard the simple question, her brown eyes flickering to his and simply, the first thing she noticed was some sort of sadness. She was not exactly sure what gave her that specific emotion, there was just the way he seemed so quiet that did not fit him. She simply said, “Of course.” Giselle was not about to ask what was wrong. She had a feeling that maybe asking would only make it worse. In most cases, she would be trying to make things better. She did not know the male beside her though why was this her problem? She knew she should care though, or at least try. Her inner conscience always had a way of putting her in some sort of moral bind. She simply wanted to sigh, but she held back the urge, the better side of her coming out, “Mmm, may I ask your name? I’m Giselle.” Giselle sometimes knew what it was like to feel so much pain that you wanted to die, and she had lost Damon because of her own actions. Some days it was hard to know how to live with herself, that she had lost the love of her life, and she had known that it would hurt him terribly.

Giselle wondered what was troubling the male, for what seemed such a pretty face. That was the thing that bothered her most, was the sadness and pain she saw people going through, maybe not so openly otherwise, but sometimes the expressions people made, the tears sometimes they shed, that got to her. It sort of forced her to do something. Again, she really was not the type to talk about her issues, but she knew some people liked to talk about them. For some people, simply talking and letting out what they had gone through, helped. If the male next to her had wanted to, she would let him. She may not necessarily ask if he wanted to because she felt like that he may or may not want. “What’s brought you out here?” She asked softly as she would answer if he asked as well, just sort of needing some time alone, well of course, this did not bother her. She just was afraid of seeing someone else or of seeing Quinn.

The other thing she was worried about was him being a hunter possibly. The only reason she would consider that is because sometimes they wanted to be cruel and lure you in only to torture you. She was not that much different than a human, aside from the deadly use of fire. Otherwise, everything hurt generally the same and right now, she was an extremely easy target just sitting here. That, she definitely could not come out and ask because one, she would not get the correct answer if he was a hunter, two, the person could be a human and then she’d have to explain or would get some crazy look. She had no intention of doing that tonight. She would almost rather just get stabbed in the heart or something.

[CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA]

He was oddly quiet for who and how he was, this was true. He had been through so much lately, and the pain was causing quite a bit of emotional trauma within him. And he had to put himself through this now. Deal with something he wanted to heal over. It was like ripping it right back open, and yet he felt as if he needed to do it. It had to happen, because this was a part of him, a piece that he had to remember and cherish. And he did. The time he had, even if it was much shorter then he'd ever imagined it would be, was precious to him. It gave a gateway to pain and the want to recoil from the world, but it also gave him something to cling to. A pretty spanse of time to hold to when everything else was too much. There were days where Casi wanted to hide within himself and never come back out. There were ways to do it, to take a tumble through time and years until someone found him and woke him up. It was possible, but he couldn't do that with Valentine needing him. Depending on him.

At the girl's words he settled down nearby where she was sitting, his gaze roaming over the water. It struck him again as painful to see this, to think of what had been. The memories replay over in his head, and it's both pleasure and pain in it. He feels it both strongly right now, though he wishes he didn't have to anymore. Either way, Cas doesn't say anything more right now. He just stares at the water in silence; wanting the company of someone there but not needing to talk if it wasn't wanted. Cas didn't want to be a bother. Even during this time in his life and how lost he's feeling... he still doesn't want to bother anyone else. He can't help it, it's part of who he is. How he deals with things. At least he was no longer drugging himself into oblivion as he had been when he realized that Kit wasn't coming back. He'd OD'ed a few times in those weeks. Spent nights writhing and convulsing on the floor when he put the wrong mix together. And the temporary deaths had come and gone. Some of the drugs had caused him to hurt himself, and it was pure luck he had never cut into his heart.

When the girl's question came, he blinked and looked at her. "I'm Casidhe, or Casi, Cas for short." He responded with a dip of his head. "Nice to meet you, Giselle." He added with a small smile and light tone. Then he went quiet again, thoughts swaying back to what was missing from his life; what was missing. Then she had spoke again; asked a question. What brought him out here. He sighed gently. "Loss. I lost someone, and this is where we had met." He said with soft words, his eyes sad and fleeting away from her again. It was hard to talk about, and he wasn't used to talking about his pain in front of many people. There had been only a few he had been so open with. And they were gone. Two dead and passed, and one just.... not around anymore. Shoving the hurt out of the way, he looked back at her. "Why are you out here?" He asked, trying to be polite and figuring it was the right thing to do.

[GISELLE ARIN BLACKBOURNE]

"Nice to meet you. You have a cool name. It's modern and stuff," Giselle laughed then and blushed softly, not believing she just described his name that way. "Sorry, guess I just cannot talk right now," she smirked and just looked over at him after she managed to make herself stop blushing so much. Then moments later, her smile faded as Giselle had listened to him talk about how he had lost someone, and this is where they had met. She did not say anything right away and simply looked at the water for a moment, seeing her reflection for a moment, wondering if she should relax with trying to seem so cold all the time. She knew she had to and so in that moment she let it down, "I'm sorry you lost them." She whispered and simply wished she could comfort him more, but she did not want things to be awkward or make herself appear awkward or different from other people. She also knew some people did not like the comfort either, especially some men were weird about it.

Giselle simply felt her gaze fall to the ground between them, never knowing what it was like to truly lose someone, feeling it eating at her to talk to Damon even more now. That was the moment the tough her managed to take over again and for a moment she had forgotten someone was with her. Then he talked and she seemed to snap out of her little mood swing. "I well, my family had some business to discuss with me and I haven't been back here in a few years so I figured it was about time to come back. I just wanted to go someplace quiet, ya know? Not too many other places in this city are that peaceful," she said softly and let her fingers move over the grooves in the stone they were sitting on and she simply wondered if she could make him feel better in some way.

Giselle leaned on one of her hands, turning towards him a bit more, one of her legs pretty much completely over the edge, her hand resting on her ankle of the foot still resting on the rock. "Have you ever done something that pretty much ruined everything in your life? Like a relationship, your family life. And then all you did was start over?" She asked him, not really usually this open, or at least she hadn't been in a while. Her voice was calm but there was a sort of sat tone to it.

[CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA]

He blinked at her words on his name and scratched his head for a second. "It's sorta less modern and more... in the past. But you know, it's making a comeback, I guess." He said with a small grin. It was a bit funny to hear her say such a thing about his name. It was pretty old, but he didn't really want to get into that, because doing so could reveal his age, and Cas did not like letting people know what he was. It bothered him to let people know how old he was if it could be avoided. Not a lot of his friends really knew, though a few in Manuka did. Most of them weren't human anyway. Though it was true that this girl might not be human either, but Cas wasn't going to go through her mind to check if that was true or not. Even if he did know, he still might not be comfortable telling her. No matter how accepting that she might be, Cas was not willing to give out secrets anytime soon.

Cas wasn't going to make any comment on how she viewed herself on talking, he would simply listen to her. But she was blushing, which made him give it another thought. He regarded her with a curious gaze, then looked back at the water. More pain through what he remembered and the things he'd been told. He's struggling against it, fighting what was going on within his mind. He knew he needed to give it a try; at least one, right? Then he could say he attempted it, tried to give it a go with someone else. She was blushing, so that worked in his favor, right? Meant that she probably was interested in him somewhat. He was off his game, though. He hadn't been thinking of those sorts of things these last weeks. It wasn't good to let himself get rusty if there was a possibility he could fall back into old habits. Not that he wanted to do that unless it had to happen... which he wasn't sure it wouldn't.

With her words over his loss, he gave a dip of his head. Right back to that. Though it was why he was here, and part of him felt bad to think of doing anything in regards to asking a girl out while here, today. But Kit wanted him to try again... He sighed. It was easier to get his mind off of it for a moment when she spoke of her reason for being here, though. He . "Oh. Yeah it is pretty peaceful. I like that about it. I used to come here and listen to music.. using earphones, of course." His words were light. It had been awhile since he'd done that. Not since Kit moved on. His head tilted when Giselle spoke again. "Yes and no. It's hard to explain my mistakes.." He pointed out with a shrug. For right now, he figured he wouldn't ask what had come to mind. Not when these words were being passed back and forth.

[GISELLE ARIN BLACKBOURNE]

Giselle watched him scratch his head, hearing his words, having the feeling he has lived for a while, wondering if maybe he was older than he looked. “Well, I suppose that makes sense, but still, pretty cool,” she said and wanted to explore the idea that he might be older and simply scooted closer, “Sorry, I’m getting cold and I feel like we’re too far apart.” She simply also wanted to do it for another reason. “Plus, I’ve got something to keep us both warm while we’re here,” she said, immediately letting her fingers curl and a fireball forming, a bit of heat emanating from it between them. She sort of trusted him already, then again she more or less trusted people until they gave her a reason not to, in these types of situations anyways.

Giselle did feel slightly awkward when he did not really respond to her, her blush deepening even more. She had simply tried to hide that and she was wondering why she was so embarrassed. Even with cute men like him, she did not usually lose control of herself like this. In some ways, it made her uneasy, but in some ways it was refreshing. She felt like she was getting ahead of herself though. He was a stranger, right? She should not be so easily embarrassed. She figured maybe it was because for once she was opening up to someone again, yet she felt like she wanted to for a long time now, just to rely on someone for once.

Giselle listened to him and smiled, “I just tend to sing while I’m out here. For some reason, silence makes me want to sing. Not crazily of course, just soft songs.” She simply heard him, not going to tell him necessarily, “Yeah, I know what you mean. I just, I’m afraid of what my parents will do once they see me. I didn’t say goodbye when I left last. I pretty much ruined my life and reputation.” She simply sighed softly, looking down. “I just wish sometimes I could fix things, but somehow I think I’m only prone to make things worse,” she said, sort of talking a bit. “Sorry, probably too much to lay on you for a first meeting,” she murmured and looked up at him then, the light from the flames dancing over his pale skin, close enough to see the color of his eyes.

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