From Happiness To Emo-ness {Scarlette}

[~Caroline~]

It was official; Casimir was a deranged emo. Another stupid status of society that teenagers gave to their fellow companions in every day life. Well, that's about people thought of him, that was for sure. He had caught snpas of rumours about him being an emo, who takes drugs, drinks, cuts himself for no reason. He cursed them. Of course he had an excuse. He was blinde, abonded by his family, hated by his family and orphaned by his family. Quite melodramatic, but he had to live with the melancholic truth however much he loathed it. He had not started cutting himself, thankfully, but now he was only wearing this bleak black and white combination of clothes. He didn't find he liked the livid colours that once brought him so much happiness. Now they were such fake and superficial, like if they were hiding this hidden emotion behind their backs, the stupid colours. Like blue, it could been calmness and serenity, but Casimir sought it to be some other depressive colour. But they were only colour of course.

Today was not his best day, he did not look his best really. His face was unnatually pale, perhaps even having this slight tinge of green around his eyelids. The once sparkling green of his eyes had died away into this dull one. No spark danced within them. Dark rings shadowed his eyelids, along with the sickly green and his smoker's hat hardly helped the situation. He seemed to be sick, as he coughed now and then. He made himself think that he was just merely sink, but he wasn't. He had smoken a load of rubbish before coming to meet Scarlette and with it, drunken some beer. Not a very good combination. He had rushed into the shower with his clothes on, wanting to take the smell out and thus had stayed under the rush of cold and hot water until he felt his skin wrinkle up like a dried tomato. Realising he was probably late, he rushed back out, slipped on some clean yet ragged jeans, a white plain stop, his suit-like jacket and his hat. That was about it. The only thing about all this was that he was slowly getting his sight back. Some figures stood out and this was the only hope he had. But he was still falling, like an angel from heaven who it slowly falling down to Satan's pit.

But the moment wasn't about him; it was about Scarlette.

Casimir had mentally promised to be nice to her and stop complaining and acting all depressing, but his state hardly helped. He walked hand in hand with her, through the fair ground, where they had first met. He could hear many people around him, but he ignored them as he turned to look at Scarlette. He then put her arms around her shoulders and softly squeezed her, snuggling his face into her jasmine smelling hair and leaning his head against her shoulder.
"I love you, y'know," he whispered into her ear softly.

Yes, indeed, this was Scarlette's moment.

[scarlette]

Scarlette felt her heart beat frantically against her ribcage, pressing against the bones, as if it was swelling, growing larger with each moment she was near Casimir. She feared the beat of her heart and the shortness of her breath would kill her, it seemed so abnormal, and yet, as she reflected on it, she decided she wouldn't mind dying now, at least she would die happy. Hearing those three words, words that meant the world to her when spoken by his red, kissable lips, had hardly ever been said to her. They were virtual stangers to her, and they did not quite fit in with her world. She looked up at Casmir's face, and she thought that she loved him too.
"I beleive you," she said penseively, seeing genuine emotion in his pale features. "I'm just not sure I deserve it," she ended. Her arm was wrapped around his waist, she could feel his ribs and the warmth of his skin through his dark clothes, she did not feel as if she could ever be separated from him. Her mind had been welded into his, and now she could barely tell the difference, in their matching black clothes, even their bodies seemed to have merged into one. They were like one person, with two hearts that longed for each other. All the time.

[~Caroline~]

Ooc: Sarah! Christ I feel like I’m going to cry. Aw! So sweet!

Casimir turned to face her, a little bemused smile curling on his lips as he looked deeply into her eyes, his dull green ones piercing here. In his mind he imagined her pretty and through the blurry shapes he could just about see, his was proven right. He wasn’t quite sure he looked as pretty, but he hardly cared. However he was preoccupied about what she thought about his looks, but at her words all his doubts vanished. Now they were deeply in love and surprisingly Casimir thought Scarlette to be the last person he’d ever go out with. But now it was his time to answer her question.
His nose twitched as he prevented himself from laughing. He did not want to mock her. Yet he look the liberty to lean forward and whisper in her ear. “Why say such an idiocy?” he whispered softly in her ear. “Of course you deserve it, m’love. You above all.” He moved back, passing his lips across her cheek. He then took a deep breath. “But the question is that if I deserve it?” he said.
Then the guilt came. Lynne. Why did she have to kiss him and ruin everything? Now he was eaten by guilt. It was terrible. He knew she had not meant it, but why? Why did this have to happen? Scarlette did not deserve this harsh punishment, she had been so loyal to him and within a moment he had been unfaithful to her. He couldn’t take it but he had to live with his shame. But he did really love Scarlette. That was no lie. He longed for her every minute, every second, and when he was with her he was the happiest teenager in the world. Yet now he would kind his shame over a, already, ever-so crowded mask that hid everything.

[scarlette]

Scarlette hit him gently on the shoulder, "Don't be silly, of course you deserve it, you deserve to be loved more than anyone. You ave been hurt so much, life has been so unjust to you, you need love to heal all your wounds," she replied tenderly. She took his pale hand in hers and lifted it up to her mouth, kissing it gently in a gesture of pure affection. She had to disentangle herself from him to do so, but she could not bear not to be near him for long, and she found herself gravitating into his arms again. There was an invisible force that pulled at her heart strings and drew her to him, like a paper clip to a magnet. They were like two puppets that had their strings all tangled up, there was no way now to separate them. Unless the strings were cut. But right now, in this impossibly happy state, Scarlette could not imagine that happening. Ever.

[~Caroline~]

"You're too kind," He whispered into her ear in his husky compassionate voice. taking her into his arms, he wrapped them around her waist, planting a little kiss upon her cheek. "The White Stripes are coming to Glasgow, you know?" he began, a little whisper in her ear. "We're all going to take the train and then stay in a youth hostel for the weekend. Don't worry about the money, i've already payed it for you." He hoped that this would felt his dark sensation of guilt but then he remebered the money does not buy happiness.

[scarlette]

Scarlette felt a deep sense of warmth flood through her body at his words, he sounded so caring, so in love with her. Her heart leapt at the idea of spending so much time with Casimir, they had so little time together at school, only brief moments and the heavenly weekends.
"Yes, I know, Mist told me. I can't wait. I love the White Stripes," she replied happily, smiling and hoping he could feel her smile, even if he couldn't see it.

[~Caroline~]

Casimir could feel the warm vibes that Scarlette sent. He guessed that she was smiling at him, and he was grateful for such serenity and sincerity. He hardly knew if he deserved such kindness, as Scarlette was being overly generous about how she felt towards him. If she knew what he had infcat done, he doubted if Scarlette would feel the same zealous emotions towards him.
"So do I," he said blissfully. "Hopefully they'll be good," he said and patted a little kiss on her rouge lips, tasting the starwberry taste of her lip gloss.

[scarlette]

At that moment, Scarlette heard someone call her name, and the romatic atmosphere that seemed to form around them was broken. She turned round and caught sight of her friend, Mist with a boy she hadn't met before. She presumed this was Will, Mist had talked about him extensively, and apparently he was worth knowing.
She nudged Casimir gently and whispered in his ear.
"It's Mist and Will. Shall we talk to them?" she asked, prepared to completely ignore them and hide behind the candy floss stall if that was what Casimir wanted. She didn't care much either way, she wasn't much good at talking to people anyway.

[~Caroline~]

"Mist...mist," he mumbled, his eyes looking down, trying to recall that nmae as he mumbled it to himself over and over again. And then it came like a little light bulb within a dark room. "Oh yes, Mist. I rescued her from the chandelier in the masquerade ball," he said snapping his fingers as he remebered. But then his brow furrowed, into a slight scowl. "But Will i haven't met yet...," he said and twitched his nose. He was in his own world at the moment, buried within the complications of his mind, his conscious (sp?) drowning him with never a never ending stream of thoughts. Finally he came out of his fantasy and looked at Scarlette, his eye brows raised. "Let us talk to them. It might be interesting, m'love," he said, adopting his loving, soft tone.