Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

As Chase played the guitar and sang, he imagined that Charlotte was sitting across from him, listening to the words and understanding that he was singing just for her. It would be so much easier to broach these sensitive subjects through song, but he couldn't think of any. He had been playing for a while, probably about an hour by the time Charlotte had joined him, and he had brought a light blanket and pillows for them to lounge on, making the space a little cozier. When Chase noticed the hatch start to open, he let out an audible sigh and put down the guitar. He had been sitting off in the far corner, leaning against the wall as he played. Chase watched with a soft smile as Charlotte climbed up through the hatch and scooted back against a pile of pillows he had arranged, for her, in the corner across from him. He waited until she got settled before speaking. Hey, how was work? Chase asked, his smile had an awkward look to it as he arranged himself to sit cross-legged on the floor. He could tell from the way she held herself, the way she rubbed at her nose, that she was nervous about something, and wanted to relax her with a simple and innocent question first. Chase didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but he knew that with the subjects they were about to broach, it was unavoidable. He could smell the sweetness of her soap and shampoo on her freshly showered body, even the laundry detergent she used smelled sweet, but in a refreshing way, like lilacs and roses covered in morning dew. It reminded him of cuddling her the other night, her body curled against his as they both slept peacefully in the small bed. He had slept so well, breathing in the scent of Charlotte's hair all through the night. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to hold her again, but it wasn't the time, not when he was going to admit to her what he had found. I, uh, wanted to talk to you about some things.... Chase began, his gaze going from his sister's face down to his feet. One hand raised to his forehead and rubbed his temple as he tried to gather the words. Would he admit to breaching her privacy and trust first? Or would he jump right in and ask he about what he had read? Neither seemed like the best choice, but he had to start somewhere. Maybe he would start with her YouTube Channel and videos. At least he hadn't done anything really wrong when he had stumbled upon those. It was on her Facebook and they were friends on that site, so it's no surprise that he would have eventually found it. Chase lifted his head back up and gave Charlotte a nervous smile. I got on Facebook for the first time in a while today. I didn't know you had a Youtube channel. Chase willed his shoulders to relax and he leaned back against the wall behind him. You are really talented Charlotte. I listened to a few of your songs, they are really good. I can't believe you wrote the words and music yourself. Your video editing skills are also really good, really professional work. She would be able to tell from Chase's tone and facial expressions that his words were genuine and he really was proud of all she had learned to master. After some more talking between the two, and serval minutes of silence, Chase decided to jump in and confront Charlotte about her mental health issues. He was really worried about her, and how this whole disaster between him and Kate would affect her. Chase knew he had already hurt his sister so much without meaning to and wanted to avoid causing her any more pain, but first, he had to come clean. Listen, Charlotte, I'm really sorry, I had no right to but... Chase began to say, swallowing hard, his eyes looking anywhere but his sister. I, umm, well, I was snooping around your room. I know I shouldn't have, I don't know what came over me, but I found some stuff that really worried me. Chase's hands were on his knees, his knuckles turned white as he gripped them. Chase tried to mentally prepare himself for Charlotte's reaction. Would she lash out at him? Probably not, unless she was really mad at his invasion. Most likely she would start to panic or freak out. Chase tried his best to remain calm as he continued, not wanting to make this harder for either of them. If she tried to get up and run, Chase was prepared to grab her arm, gently, of course, to keep her there. He needed answers from her and Chase was ready to keep her there until she provided them. The hatch was between where both of them were sitting, and Chase, being taller, stronger, and faster, would be able to block her exit if she tried to bolt. He looked back up at Charlotte, his eyes watery and his expression serious and his brow knitted with worry. W-why didn't you tell me about the therapy? The meds? The suicidal thoughts? His eyes looked at her sadly. Why didn't you say anything? Chase was getting visibly upset, though it was aimed at himself for not noticing the changes in his sister, not at Charlotte herself. Charlotte, you know I.... He paused, trying to find the right words. ...I mean I could have.... Another pause, followed by Chase shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. ....I didn't mean to.... Chase was finding it hard to put his racing thoughts and bubbling feelings into words, but he had to say something, at least try to finish his thought, or any thought. He cast his eyes downward again as five soft words escaped his lips. Fuck...I love you Charlotte. The words left his lips before he realized what he said, his cheeks turned a bright red. That wasn't what he had wanted to say, at least not yet, but it was too late to take it back now. Chase waited a moment before looking back up at her, searching her expression for a clue as to what was going on in her mind.