#Remy Moreau | interaction

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Drowning. It was quite the description. Remy hadn’t any idea it was possible – not only to drown in silence, but that the type of silence between them even existed. It was painful. There was a pressure in her chest that rarely seemed to lift anymore. Every ounce of her ached for him, for them, for life before Talon’s death. There was no love lost between the tiny blonde and the older male, but she’d never wanted to see him hurt or dead. When it all blew up, Remy believed they could do this… they could do this. She was foolish enough to think she’d be by his side, foolish enough to think he’d still confide in her, foolish enough to believe that raw honesty wouldn’t fade into nothingness… silence. They promised to always talk. What happened to that? What happened to her husband? A large part of her yearned to reach soft fingers forward and touch him – his hand, his cheek, his hair… something, anything, just to have that closeness and intimacy. It wasn’t about sex. Sex was easy, something simple they still fell into at times. But intimacy, vulnerability, that felt like it was just out of her grasp. The further it fell away, the more desperate she felt internally to get it back. 

Quiet words formed from his lips. Eyes snapped up, unable to hide her surprise and pain at his words. It had her draw further back as if she were stung… and she was, in a sense. He wanted her to drown? He wanted them to drown?

Now she did what was typical of her when she wanted to think and process and understand… Remy paced. It was somewhat slow and without a distinct rhythm – as if her mind would interrupt the drop of a step and then she’d restart. I don’t know what you want from me, Rem. Internally, she was screaming, screaming at him to ask how he could possibly not know. But she didn’t raise her voice. Instead, she deflated a little. Smoking. It was a terrible habit she caught from the club – not just him but many others. Fingers grasped the pack, drawing one free, but merely holding it. Shoulders slumped, “I’m trying my hardest, too,” she barely breathed the words. “I don’t always do the right thing,” she paused, knowing well her little karaoke scene a couple weeks ago was overboard, “but I do try.” Eyes couldn’t much lift past the unlit cigarette, like her subconscious debated taking it to her lips while her more conscious mind wasn’t much aware of it. “We made promises – and I don’t just mean our vows. I told you… I told you…” she started to lift her gaze as if to hesitantly peek at him, almost afraid of what his features would say, “I’m all in, but I need to know everything. A relationship can’t survive with secrets… I don’t think I can survive with secrets. Love me enough to grab my hand and pull me out of the water. I’m out of ways to show you I’m all in, that you can fully trust me. You have all of me, nothing hidden. But I don’t have all of you.”

[wuunderstruck]

@wintersfades --- 2/2.

“so they didn’t have your favorite --- but they did have strawberry banana, which is my personal favorite, so i thought maybe you’d like that instead. but if you don’t, then i’ve already decided we’ll go on an adventure across town to their other location to get you what you asked for. any questions?”

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@trcshy​

To say things had been difficult lately would be an understatement. There were the usual ups and downs, Tristan’s inconsiderate behavior, at times, when he’d take off without letting her know anything... and Remy would worry. She started to know better than to try to call or text him for an answer, though she still tried, but also would check with Maria. It was a definite source of contention, one that had them going in circles when they’d argue talk upon his return. And then there was Brooke. Remy didn’t buy the female’s little act in the least, her whole wanting to be friends with Tristan, acting innocent and sweet now. It was a complete lie, Remy knew it all too well, as did Jayden and Maria, though she teetered on wanting to give the female the benefit of the doubt. Normally Remy would, with most anyone, but she knew, in this case, not to be foolish. And yet, Tristan didn’t listen to his wife, didn’t hear how uncomfortable it all made Remy. If the other female needed him or simply wanted to hang out, he’s typically go, if it was possible -- and Remy would be irritated by it all.

Things had been hectic with the club, everyone rather busy and stressed. To blow off steam, they opted to have a party, and some wanted to do karaoke so Remy and Jayden worked to get that set up. The small blonde didn’t really even want to be there. The whole latest thing with Brooke was still under her skin, but she had to show up, put on a good face, and do what was needed. The one saving grace, Brooke was there but couldn’t stay long. There was a slight release of tension in her body when the other woman left, glad to be rid of her for the night, at least. Everyone was enjoying themselves, drinking, singing songs, mostly poorly, and simply relaxing. Standing only a few feet from Tristan, Maria and a couple other girls coaxed, “You should get up there, Remy. Show ‘em how it’s done.” The female shook her head with a vague half laugh, “Eh, no, I don’t think so. Besides, not everyone who has sung was bad,” she offered, though most had been which was part of the fun. A couple of the girls continued to nudge, one glancing at Tristan as if he could somehow make Remy get up there.