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"Well, opinions changed over time, I would say now I'm quite ambitious and not shiftless as you thought," Rafe said as he crossed his arms. "Look at me, future Quidditch star extraordinaire!" He flexed his muscles like one of those model wrestling guys. He then laughed as she "pushed" him, though normally he wouldn't budge, he gave in a little to her teasing. "As for the sweating, I was running around Diagon Alley, so you can't exactly blame me for that. I'm a man, and men sweat." He took this moment in with her. Her beautiful smile, her cute laugh, and her running her fingers through her hair. He couldn't think of one thing he would want differently about her.
"You can ask me anything you want," Rafe said. "I think last year I came off almost ashamed of being who I was, only cause I was confused and didn't have anyone to really share what I was. But, now I have that." He looked deeply into her sparkling eyes. "And though you won't know exactly what it is that I go through, at least I have someone I can talk to about it." He wondered though if she could completely understand. He wanted to be more than just half, but his father wouldn't allow it, but if he had, could she accept being friends with a werewolf? In his heart he believed it completely, but a little voice in the back of his head made him think he was a fool for believing so.
"Marilyn, I know how much your ancestry means to you, I mean look at me I followed my ancestry from Greece to Romania," he scoffed. "But, even the most pureblood of families have their little bumps along the way. Look at the Gaunts and Marvolo's daughter Merope...she was a Squib." Rafe wasn't sure if that was a comfort or an insult. "I guess either way, she was still a pureblood." Rafe was trying to think of the right thing to say, but the words were hard. As much as he would have like to scream out, 'Forget Carter, you can carry out the pureblood line with me!, he couldn't stomach going against his teammate and friend.
"It sounds like your head is telling you to keep things pureblood because that's all you've ever known and wanted, but Marilyn," he said as he reached out and grabbed her right hand and pressed it against her chest and where her locket lie, "It's what your heart says that really matters."
Marilyn watched him flex his muscles and laughed. She loved that he could make fun of himself and not care.
"Im a little disturbed that you're doing that so well...Is there something I should know about you, Rafe Lycaon?" She teased, glad they could be themselves with one another. It was a small comfort to not feel her constant fear for once...Of course, the moment the word
fear crossed her mind, she remembered why she needed to worry. For just a moment, the blonde wondered whether or not they got away without being photographed...Just being in her presence was going to get both Rafe and Carter hurt. They needed to leave her alone for their own safety...Marilyn had already tried to stay away...but here she was...with Rafe...like nothing had even happened. In this room, no time had passed and she was with who she considered to be her very best friend.
How much more messed up could things get?
Rafe was talking about having her to talk to about Romania now. She knew she'd always listen to anything he had to say and would share in his secret with him. Everyone needed that one person they could turn to for emotional support...Even though Rafe may not have thought so, he always had her. It was impossible for Marilyn to think she could stay away from him...What was she going to do?
She gave Rafe an odd look when he mentioned listening to her heart.
Oh, if only that were the case..."If I were listening to what my heart wanted...instead of what seems right in my head..." This was probably going to sound mean and heartless, but it was the truth.
"...Carter and I wouldn't be together at all." Shrugging, she stood from the couch, choosing to pace the floor slowly instead. How could she really explain what she had been thinking and this messed up logic?
"The only thing that makes sense to me...is that I owe Carter the chance to make me happy...Everything is getting so confusing, though. How can he truly make me happy when im so caught up with someone else? Merlin, I don't want to hurt him. He doesn't deserve that."
Her predicament was depressing. Nobody would understand...They'd judge her for intentionally hurting Carter in the end. She didn't want to...but she didn't love him.