Thread: The Musician's Overture [GGentleman x Soft Strokes]

The sensation of the girls body still clinging onto hers didnt help Vivian in the slightest, especially as the grip began to constrict. Between the two of them, by virtue of height, Cecilia was slightly larger than she was. And while Vivian had worked on her own muscles to carry her livelihood, the pure emotion that the other girl was feeling was utterly constricting her. For a bit, it felt nice, welcome even. It was a wonderful and welcome feeling to have someone hugging her without wanting to place some dirty talk on her. But the hug itself hurt, and the sheer force that was being compressed on her made Vivians sides start to throb and her chest start to hurt form the pressure. Yet Vivian endured it, all while hearing out what the other girl had to say. She, owed her that, at the very least. She was owed some pain for what she did, and what she did was still unforgivable. She had no way of knowing what happened after she left, but that image of her, still standing over the bed as she watched her naked Cecilia lay there, a smile on her face haunted her now. Shed pushed that night far away, away from her memory and towards the recesses of her subconscious. But, no, now those memories had fully returned of the two making the most passionate and heartfelt love they ever had, as though to make up for what was now to lack of the two kissing and sharing stories like they were going to see each other in the morning of how Cecilia planted that last kiss on Vivians forehead before she started to drift off to sleep, only to know that she wasnt going to be sleeping in the first place Act. Cecilias biting words cut through her like a knife once again, and this time Vivian couldnt even mount the tiniest of defense against it. Vivians body burned again as she felt that knife get dug into her and twist around, only making her fingers curl up. Her breath was squeezed out of her as she wheezed in the tight embrace of the woman that was only growing tighter and tighter, all whilst her fingers were still clutching at Cecilias back, and the thought of her acting, acting on stage, even acting right now came rushing through her mind. Then, the next dig, yet another one that made Vivian collapse. This time, when the hug was gone, Vivian physically slumped against the table, panting heavily as she stared at the girl in front of her. She had no answers, she had no rebuttal. Nothing she could say could soothe this Cecilia. This Cecilia, this wasnt anywhere near what she remembered. The sweet, nave and innocent girl shed remembered, who struggled with her anxiety but played the most sweet and heartfelt of music, was now twisted by sorrow, anger and depression. Vivian gave her a long glare, sniffling slightly as she saw the other girl start to try to mop up her tears. Wordlessly, Vivian reached into her pocket, slowly pulling out a hankercief she kept on her for times when it was needed. She had bought it recently, but she quickly took the glass of water she had and dabbed some cold water onto it, reaching up to slowly begin to rub away the marks of the dark makeup. The piece of cloth was utterly ruined, but all the while Vivian stayed silent, simply staring at her hands while she worked to clean up the broken girl in front of her. Ceci Her lips forming the tiny nickname, Vivians fingers slowly pulled off of the table, I I cant say, anyzing to vat vat I must have done to you Looking to the side, she sucked in a long breath, I-I dont know vat happened but.. but I I made She stopped again. Was this a mistake? Yes, but, was it? I made a mistake. I, I came to talk to you She coughed, the pain in her throat from crying surfacing, I-I want to to tell you, vey I left, vat I did and vey I did it but She looked around the Tavern, I vant tell you here. Its too crovded please, can vee, go somevere.. private?