" Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself. “
Just raised brows met her anxiety and the slightest bit of paranoid creeped up on him. At his core, Lysander was a simple man and his life had been blissfully simple for a while now and he fought the feeling that the other shoe was about to drop and that it may come from Scarlett’s foot. Mostly succeeding, he crossed the room to end up behind his desk, rolling out the chair to drop down into it. He wasn’t exactly approving of her visit, but he wasn’t dreading it either; that was saying something. “Not cancer, nothing that noble. I’m just looking around, trying to see if the way personifications are raised has a-” Stopping himself short, he realized she wouldn’t care; surely she wasn’t here to talk about his research, she was here to talk about herself.
Lysander wasn’t disappointed in his assumption as Scarlett spoke again and he nodded, of course. “Well, that’s my job, right?” He spread his hands to either side, palms up and gestured generally around the office. “Trainer, healer, sounds right up my alley. Sit. Tell me about it.” That’s who he was, and that’s who he always would be, the one people came to when they had feelings. It was interesting, really, how much more Lysander talked to people when they were in distress. But that was his job.
It was difficult for Scarlett not to smile, listening as he spoke of his research and seemingly cut himself off. Her fingers probed blindly the material of the chair in front of her, picking at the soft leather in an anxious manner. “I believe so, that personifications upbringing influences who they are. My Gemini views and expresses Chaos differently than I do, he’s more reserved.. a quiet chaos if you will..” She continued to speak on her opinion of his research as she took a seat, finding it easier to talk about this than what she’d really come in for. “My parents encouraged me, being who I was ..they wanted that. My chaos is loud and abrasive and shameless because that’s who I am.” Swallowing, Scarlett tried to ignore the forming knot in her thought, shifting uncomfortable in her seat despite it’s soft cushions. A half scowl flashed across her features when he spoke again, head shaking in clear objection. “Lys..”
Without thinking, Scarlett reached out, her arm extending over the desk so her hand could rest atop one of Lysander’s. “I didn’t.. come to you because you’re a trainer or a healer but because you’re my fr-” The word didn’t feel right. He wasn’t her friend, but he wasn’t just someone she confided in either. “You’re.. important ..to me. I want you to know things not so you can.. help, but..so you know them.” Not bothering to move her hand, Scarlett scooted to the edge of her seat, fingertips brushing over the back of Lys’ hand. “I missed you Lysander. I’ve not come to apologize because I feel sorry for nothing, but I want you to know I’ve missed you. I thought about you quite often while I was away, and I hope you thought of me as well.” Closing her eyes, Scarlett slowly exhaled, not giving him a change to really respond to her emotional confession. “I went home. I saw my family. My sister. You should meet them someday. They’d like you.” Huffing out a short laugh, Scarlett’s eyes twinkled with faint amusement. “I think they’d even be able to get past the extensive tattoos.”
Speaking out less controlled, your sassy shit is ridiculous these days, you know that? Haven’t had a properly wrecked bed in a while, ya know?
If you think Mercy and I fucked your shit up… You may have body parts in it this time.
I’m sorry, all I heard was that you’re going to wreck my bed and my body. Can we do that now or…
They love your body, sure. And the way you use it as a tool to get them with you. But they don’t love you Scarlett. They don’t love you because you don’t let anyone see the real you. You’ve been fake so long you don’t know who the real you is. Either that or you’re just crazy and can’t handle your personification.
You’re very well informed on my life for someone who isn’t..well, me.
You think you know it all, don’t you Ever?
You’re lucky I talked myself out of using a knife instead. That was for you being a disgusting leach who clings to whomever she can play the little tortured soul card for.
I’d love to see you hurt me. Only because I’d love even more asking Lysander to heal me. Tortured soul… I believe that’s you Miss Parker. Men genuinely love me, they can’t help themselves.
Now I feel better.
You hit like a bitch.
You know Ever, jealousy doesn’t suit even the prettiest of faces, you shouldn’t wear it so openly.
Sitting behind the desk, Lysander was buried, as usual in his research. It had taken a good turn when the estate had gone quiet. Well, mostly quiet; you could usually hear Vivian taking something down at least once a day. Regardless, he’d had much more time to devote to his study, the nature/nurture debate most things he’d seen came back to. The knock surprised him, although he’d seen a few people had returned from their trips, Lysander was still used to being left in peace. Figuring it was Marcel, coming to rouse him from the work he deemed too intense and time-consuming, he crossed the room and swung open the door. Surprise was an understatement and he simply stared at Scarlett for a moment. “Hey.” Confused as to what she was doing there for so long, he stepped back from the door quickly, thinking maybe she’d had some sort of emergency, even though she had taken to going to August with those. “Is August out of town or something?”
It was harder than she anticipated to speak, the returned ‘Hey’ getting stuck in her throat, Scarlett’s only response a wordless stare. She tried to step forward, but her feet felt glued to the ground, fingers tightening around each other in an anxious manner. Her head shook at his question, finally finding her ability to speak. “Um..no, no. I just..got home a week or so ago and..” Swallowing, she stepped into the door’s frame. -wanted to talk. If..that’s okay?” Realizing she’d been holding her breathe, Scarlett inhaled deeply, feeling some relief as she took another step into the dim office. “I..uhm..went home and..saw my family..” As she trailed off from her choppy sentence, Scarlett’s eyes began to wander, noticing the piles of paper and old coffee mugs that littered Lysander’s desk; the faintest smile sliding across her face. “I see you’ve been busy… what is it this week? Curing cancer?” Without invitation, she let herself all the way into the room, walking with her back towards him and stopping at the back of a large leather chair. Her hands ran nervously over the top of it, eyes scanning with little interest the wall of what looked to be degrees and awards behind his desk. She wanted him to say something, to approve of her presence, but part of her wondered if he wouldn’t. And if then, all her thoughts and feelings would be dismissed, deemed unimportant and unnecessary. Whirling around with that thought in mind, Scarlett couldn’t help herself as she blurted out an explanation. “Seeing them —my family, it made me feel all these ..things, and..you’re the only person I want to share them with.”