The Aristocracy At Its Best - A Gala (Open)
Sept 23, 2012 11:19:24 GMT -5
Post by JokerMorrison on Sept 23, 2012 11:19:24 GMT -5
What on Earth was that? It seemed to be the only coherent thought which Patrick could manage to muster after such an extraordinary event; in something which was occurring at an increasingly alarming rate, Patrick found himself gobsmacked and speechless once more, an effect which only Serena seemed to have on him, and as he struggled to piece together the simply astonishing events of the past 5 minutes, one thought constantly raged within his mind, "What on Earth was that?" To think, he had found the events of the evening beforehand outlandish and surreal, but they were nothing compared to what had just happened, not his father berating him, not his insane and pointless little conversation in the hallway afterward, not even the sounds of the vase crashing to the floor which would eventually lead to he and Serena's majestic first kiss; this took the proverbial surrealist cake, he had run after her and they had fought once more, only to fall into the pool (okay, admittedly he pushed her, but didn't want to acknowledge that she had outsmarted him and grabbed onto him in the process) and had then fought again, to be fair it sounded fairly mundane at this point, but then things took a truly shocking turn of events as she pulled him under and kissed him, again! This pool encounter was almost like a high-speed version of their entire day, from the park meeting to the party, complete with a shocking kiss of its very own. He smiled widely at her actions, unsure of quite what to think, this incredibly surreal, but beautiful moment was the sort of thing usually only reserved for his private, innermost thoughts, and as she always seemed to, Serena had transcended his expectations of what reality could bring him, as she had somehow made something of a personal fantasy of his come true, much in the way she had managed to instill him with profound feelings of joy and optimism, things he had previously never imagined were real. He smirked wider, this time in self-deprecation, as he realised just how childish and blinded by love he was, and just how deeply he cared for her; it was a strange sensation, one he clearly wasn't used to, but eagerly embraced and enjoyed. However despite his new-found joys, one question still remained on his mind, why had she made such a beautiful, yet unexpected gesture in the first place? He looked around, perhaps it was the pool room he thought aloud, it did seem to be some kind of beacon for decadence and depravity as he gazed at his surroundings, disgusted at the debauchery on display from the drug using, heavy drinking, scantily-clad, "sexually liberated" party guests who had somehow found their way into his abode, all of whom Patrick despised with a fiery passion; what would Remington think if he saw this? The thought of his in reaction alone made this almost worth it, but Patrick shuddered upon the realisation that Remington was probably one of them. He looked back at and smiled at his soaked, water-damaged angel, who still looked magnificent to him despite the water's best efforts to tarnish her; regardless of her rage, her attitude problems and so many other faults (all of which fascinated him), she was nonetheless nothing like these irksome beasts, and he loved her all the more for it. She had already done so much for him, he needed to return her grand gestures, and he knew just how to begin; for the first time in his life, he would be brutally honest with someone, and would open up to her.
He stroked her soft, delicate cheek, a small yet profoundly meaningful gesture, one which attempted to convey that she need not fear, as he would always be there to support her, and would always smooth away any tears and sadness. He inhaled deeply, carefully considering his next words as he looked into the dark pools of grey that formed his lover's eyes, he desperately didn't wish to disappoint her, but he wanted so much to be honest, to open his soul to her with no regrets, regardless of the consequences. "No, please, don't be sorry" he started, the ludicrous inappropriateness of the moment not lost on him as he realised that he was about to bare his soul to her while they stood completely drenched in his family's swimming pool. "As hard as this is for me to say, you were... You were right." He looked down, no longer able to bare Serena's trusting looks filled with optimism, as a warm blanket of shame encompassed him completely, not to mention the intense heartbreak he felt for the potential loss of this girl whom he had only met hours ago, but knew was incredibly important to him, so important to him that he was willing to be honest and tell her the truth about himself, even though he probably shouldn't, and didn't know how. "I don't quite know what to say Rena, but you were right, about everything; not about the $500 of course, though you probably deserve that too, no, I mean about the women. It's never been a secret, though it probably should be, that I have enjoyed the company of many women, many of which I seduced, and most of which I talked into highly depraved things and then never talked to again afterwards, probably breaking more than a few hearts. Now, as much as I don't want to admit it, I know what this means, it means an end to our perfect evening here, and more than likely it means your hatred, and though I want to avoid that, because whether you think it or not, regardless of how quick we met and everything happened, I do care for you deeply and you are incredibly important to me; so much do I care for you that I have stopped caring about my own feelings and appearance, and was willing to tell you that because I wanted to open myself up to you and be honest, because I want you to know everything. If this is the last time we see ever each other again, I just want you to know that it wasn't just because I am some callous jerk, or some sexual deviant, I really was looking for something more... I am a very isolated person Rena, not many people seem to genuinely know or like me, and I am surrounded by nothing but an endless stream of sycophants and yes-men, all I ever looked for when I slept with them was something real, companionship, friendship, love... But I never found anything remotely close until I met you; look, I think I love you Serena, and I don't wanna lose you, but its really up to you, I hope you can find it with yourself to forgive me for my past and trust me for the future, but I just want you to be happy, so what would make you happy?" Patrick smiles warmly, attempting to be optimistic throughout his agony, hoping she will make the right choice.
What was the right choice though? Sure of his feelings for her or not, he truly did care for Serena in ways he couldn't yet understand, and though she did have an undeniably incredible effect on him, and would probably be a highly beneficial influence on him, did he truly want her to choose him? He thought back, to the way he had behaved in the park, to his actions earlier tonight, and grimaced, forcefully exhaling in regret. Physically he had always prided himself as being absolutely perfect, an exemplary specimen, someone who others would look to as inspiration, because there could literally be no better than him, but he had come to realise that recently, inside he was antithetical of this perfection, and was nothing but a dirty, disgusting monster; he was a womaniser, she had that perfectly right, but not necessarily for the reasons that she had presumably thought, to him it was just a bit of fun, a game, but somewhere within there was always a part of him hoping for something more, for something deeper, and though he knew it was morally deplorable and incredibly selfish of him, he would continue doing it anyway, hoping desperately for something which never came. Was this what Serena was, just another in a long line of maybes? Was he actually looking for something more, or was that just an excuse he told himself? Regardless, this wasn't what bothered him the most, as he said, it was just fun, but sadly this fun had consequences, as it would be something sweet Serena would forever hate him for, even if he never did anything like it again, she would never trust him and would always hold it against him, with good cause too, and that destroyed him. No, he wasn't ashamed of the womanising as such, in as much as that it wasn't the foremost thought on his mind at this second, it wasn't something he was proud of at this second, but it was something that stretched long into his past that he could never change, even if he wanted to, however being the constant hypocrite he is, he instead chose to dwell on another aspect of his past he wished he could change, one that seemed more pressing at this moment, how he had treated her. In such a brief time he had imposed himself on her, hit her with the butt of her sword, stolen it (initially done as a romantic gesture, but now he realised that there was no excuse whatsoever), repeatedly insulted her and condescended to her, had talked about theoretically killing her, and had even talked to another girl; and even though most of this was circumstantial, like the "Anastacia incident" which had occured simply because she was there, and he had no way of ever seeing Serena again and had thought about her the entire time, he still held everything against himself, and longed to change it all, and even though he could try to be better for her, these thoughts still nonetheless spelled out one thing in his mind, maybe he wasn't right for her after all. He looked down, futily attempting to find salvation within the dark pool waters, knowing inside that the only salvation would come from actually facing her, his dark angel, and looking for it in the arctic circles of her eyes. Yes he was probably wrong for her, and would probably only hurt her, even though he vowed not to, but they were perfect together, and he needed her! Another part of him desperately longed for her to choose him, regardless of the consequences, clearly he was a creature of constant contradiction and constant sorrow.
"So... What's Nightshade? he smiled, finally looking up at her, not giving her a chance to answer yet, filling the silence himself in an attempt to make it go on forever, just in case he didn't get the answer he hoped for. "Oh, you must be freezing, why don't we go get you some new clothes? He was grasping, but he wanted to do anything, anything at all to be genuinely considerate for her, he wanted to be a good person, or at least look like one (that was a good enough start), and hoped he had actually come over right. He smiled weakly, he words echoing in his mind "We've only just met today"... "I know we've only just met PB, but... I don't know, I like you, a lot and I don't want to let you go, I'm not sure of what we have, but I like it and I don't want to lose it... Maybe it was quick, but maybe, just maybe, we've been moving towards this our whole lives... Instead of questioning everything, perhaps we should just go with it... Perhaps it was destiny presenting itself" he said, giving potentially the most saccharine, but most heartfelt line he could possibly give and pulling her in, he decided he would take control, and was the first to kiss her.
