𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞

Backstory

"Dinner is prepared for you Mr. Thompson." Came Mintie's muffled voice from behind the great wooden doors.

Clair's head snapped up, leaving Cathryn beneath him, her chest rapidly heaving up and down. Clair tried desperately to make his voice seem calm.

"Oh alright, thank you." He managed to steady his voice enough.

Not until they heard Mintie's footsteps disappear did they resume. Cathryn snaked her hands up his bare back and drew him up against her.

"Cathryn, Cathryn." Clair muttered in a daze.

"I know, I know." She groaned beneath the boy.

"Now hurry on and help me get my dress back on." She demanded.

Clair barely flushed as he helped the girl lace up her corset and fasten her dress. Cathryn, in contrast, seemed utterly unbothered by the presence of his hands on her. Clair was convinced she was enjoying it. Once Clair had managed to get her suited up, she began to fix her hair. It had became a jumbled mess due to their activities, but she easily managed to pin it back neatly. Once she was done, she whirled around dramatically to face Clair.

"I love you." She drawled on her words, pulling him in for one more lingering kiss.

Clair stayed silent as she waltzed out of his room. Cathryn zipped back to his room upon noticing he wasn't following behind her. Standing in the doorway like that, he face returned to it's familiar troubled mother look.

"Clairence are you alright?" She asked, clasping his hand between hers.

Clair moved his head to look into her crystalline eyes.

"Cathryn, this has to stop." He pleaded, quite childishly he thought.

"It's impossible!" He grew flustered.

He continued spewing words, "Being like this, we're going to have to return home eventually, and all of this-"

"All of you!" He interrupted himself, skimming his eyes along Cathryn's figure.

"Is going to make it even more dreadful to subside these feelings." He explained, grasping, hoping for any sort of positive response from the girl.

"Now we're going to be late for dinner." She explained gently.

"Perhaps once your done sulking here, you can have Florence guide you down to the dining hall. I'm sure she's dying for another precious moment with you Clairence." She added, turning up her chin and stalking out of his room.

Clair broke, and stood with the door still open, tears running down his golden cheeks. The image of Cathryn in the doorway still teased at his mind. Tugging at his hair, he wished he hadn't gotten so unlucky.

Clairence and Cathryn had fallen in love perhaps a year before their his father and her mother decided to marry. The marriage left them both disoriented. How could they go on loving, if they were now "related." The two parents had underestimated the love the two shared, and hoped it would dissipate in time for the wedding. It hadn't, and now they both had been burying their feelings for each other deep down, in order to feel almost hostile to one another. Anything to rid themselves of the desire for the other. All the attempts were futile, and here they were, rekindling their impossible romance in a home that wasn't even theirs.