Oh Your Girlfriend's Drifting Away [1998]

[Ophelia Veuve]

Chaos. That was what all of this was, Ophelia thought as she stared depressingly into her own dishevelled reflection in the mirror of Christian's washroom. Humiliation surged through her veins at the sheer memory of the look etched upon Zachary's face when he caught her and Christian in each other's arms, and now Christian had gone after his brother, hopefully to mend burnt bridges. And what was she doing? Absolutely nothing at all. If Ophelia had been the sort to run way when things got hard, she might have taken the easy way out by just Disapparating out of Christian's place; but running away was never Ophelia's style. She didn't run away from anyone. People run away from her. No, Opie was going to wait for the only man she had ever sincerely, genuinely loved in the entirety of her life, and they were going to solve this, because she sure as hell was not giving them up again.

Whatever inebriation which she'd suffered several minutes ago had long since sobered up. She fixed her hair in the mirror and attempted at fixing her makeup for as much as she could manage, because when Opie did something, she did it with dignity. If she was going to talk and fix this with Christian, she was going to do it looking like a lady worthy of being on his arm, not like some rat-tat peasant from the streets. Her slender body jolted slightly as a faint, familiar call drifted from outside and she glanced towards the flung-open door of Christian's apartment before looking back into the mirror. You are Ophelia Veuve, you can do this, you are not giving him up. She moved her feet for the door, her face a touch paler than it usually was as she waited for Christian. The first thing she said upon laying eyes on him was, "I should've never came, I'm sorry."

So long for you can do this.

[Christian Kennedy]

Christian finally arrived back in her apartment and found Ophelia in the doorway, saying that she never should have come. "No..." Christian said, leading her back inside and placing one hand behind her head and the other in the small of her back. "I'm glad you came, really I am." He smiled at her, his smile full of confusion and fear, but also plenty of hope. There was plenty of reason for him to believe that things were going to work out, and that was more than he had been able to say for a very long time.

[Ophelia Veuve]

Ophelia's mascara-laced lashes trembled lightly as she bowed her head forward, leaning her smooth forehead against Christian's with her gaze cast downwards at their feet, "But Zachary saw --" her throat swelled shut before she could say more, as if someone had stuck an invisible lump in her windpipes.

[Christian Kennedy]

"He had to find out at some point didn't he?" Christian replied bluntly, "Better now than two or three years down the line." Of course, Ophelia and his brother were supposed to be married in three years - but it looked like Zachary had finally put those plans to bed.

[Ophelia Veuve]

"I'm not marrying him," Ophelia lifted her hands, framing the familiar jawline of the man who'd once been her fiancé and whom she loved with every ounce of emotion she had. She leaned her head away from his, her eyes searching his, "He can call me anything he wants. I - I deserve it," her voice fractured just the slightest along with her pride at that, but she continued in a fiercer insistence, "but I can't marry him."

[Christian Kennedy]

"Don't worry." Christian replied, smiling at the thought even though he knew that he should not. "He knows you won't - he's going to tell both of our parents that it won't work out...though how well that will work out remains to be seen." A small part of Christian felt sorry for his younger brother, but the rest of him was too flushed with success and excitement to give so much as a passing thought about how his younger brother felt about all of this.

[Ophelia Veuve]

Hope ignited within Ophelia at Christian's words. The better daughter inside of her knew that her parents were going to be inherently disappointed, yet somehow she could not bring herself to lament the turn of events. For once, finally, she was going to break free of the chains that weighted her down to an imminent marriage which she was certain she would be utterly miserable in. For once, finally, there was a sliver of chance for her and Christian. That meant the world to her. A slow smile drifted onto her lips as she searched Christian's face, "So.. It's us now?"

[Christian Kennedy]

"If you want it to be." Christian replied quietly, somewhat startled by the sudden realization that they could do whatever they wanted now. Ophelia could choose him if she wanted, or she could just decide to hell with it and walk away from the Kennedy men entirely - which probably would have been the smart decision all things considered. But regardless it wouldn't be because of what their parents said, it would be because they wanted to.

[Ophelia Veuve]

Ophelia exhaled a breath as if in laughter at his words. Without a word, the witch leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. Actions always did speak louder volumes than words after all and they were both sticklers of this theory.

[Christian Kennedy]

Christian was surprised - as if that made any sense by this point - at Ophelia's sudden aggression, and after a moment of shocked inaction he finally responded, his arms closing like a vice around her as he kissed her back, as if by his actions he could lay permanent claim to her. At least for the moment he was doing a pretty good job of that, but that was far from his mind to say the very least.

[Ophelia Veuve]

It was a long moment before, very reluctantly, Ophelia broke the kiss albeit kept her arms circled around Christian's neck. It was almost too good to be true. She almost felt that he was going to drift away and she would wake up to find that it was all just her imagination, or a dream.

"Maybe.. maybe we could go to Wyoming after all," she whispered softly.

[Christian Kennedy]

"Yea...Wyoming." Christian replied, shushing her quickly as he continued kissing her once again, his hands working their way down her back and towards a more sensitive region. Talking could wait until later as far as Christian was concerned, there were far more pressing matters at hand.

[ Click for OOC Comment ]

Don't care what you do, but I think it'd be funny if Ophie cock-blocked him :P

[Ophelia Veuve]

The younger lady found her head whirling with excitement, hope, and relief by the drastic transpiration of events. She kissed Christian back, her lips curving with delight against his as she tried to wrap her head around everything. Once again, a couple of seconds later, she broke away from the kiss and uttered hopefully, "It'd be just like you said. You do want to go, don't you, Chrissy?"

[Christian Kennedy]

"Of course." Christian said, immediately returning to his efforts to shut Ophelia up and getting her to go along with things by kissing her as furiously and passionately as he could, his hands fumbling around the back of her dress - how the heck did you get these things off anyways?