Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

Chase nodded and smiled at Charlotte's answer to his more normal questions about work, watching as she ate and drank with an air of nonchalance. Ehh, I guess. He shrugged at her questions in return. Kate has been trying to find new ways to bug me, but your videos helped a lot to distract me. Chase watched Charlotte's expression brighten as he complimented her and continued with some follow up questions about her equipment and other behind the scenes details. He partly did this because he was genuinely interested, but also because he saw it relaxed Charlotte. As he listened, the song he had listened to earlier, the song filled with such raw and sexual emotion, played back in his mind. He was almost certain that she had written the song about him from the entries in her diary she read, but wasn't positive. Chase noticed the change in Charlotte's expression right away as he began to confess to his crime. He could see the smile melt away and give way to an agitated look in her eyes and on her face. His heart felt like it had dropped straight down to the ground below the treehouse and he held his breath, waiting for any response from his perturbed and anxious sister before him. Chase sat quietly and watched as Charlotte backed away and whispered before looking around the room like a trapped animal. He could tell she was going to try and escape the situation, but Chase needed answers more than he wanted to make his sister feel comfortable. When Charlotte tried to open the hatch, Chase reached over and grabbed her shoulder, giving it a squeeze and preventing her from moving forward anymore or opening the hatch. He felt Charlotte tremble under his touch and used his other hand to cover hers, petting it in an attempt to comfort her. Look, I know what I did was wrong, and sorry won't fix it. He said quietly before she spoke again. Even with tears streaming down her pale cheeks, her lips curled into a scowl and her brow furrowed, Charlotte was the most beautiful girl he ever knew, and it broke his heart to see her cry. Chase was quiet as Charlotte broke down and began to confess. Her words flew at him like daggers, each one landing either in his heart or gut. The hand on hers squeezed gently as she spoke and his eyes remained on the emotional girl before him, crying and practically shouting at him. He could hear and feel the anger she was feeling with every syllable that slipped from her lips. When she began to speak sarcastically, calling herself fucked up, Chase let go of the breath he was holding and swallowed hard. He let the silence sit for a moment as he decided what his next move was going to be. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, tell her that he had felt the same way but had pushed it to the back of his mind. Explain that in retrospect he realized Kate had been an attempt to find someone like Charlotte to fulfill his own dark fantasies. To show Charlotte just how sorry he was and just how much he loved her and promise her that he would never leave again if that was what she wanted. His own emotions were running wild, upset that Charlotte hadn't trusted him enough to confide in him, pissed that he hadn't broached the subject in a more tactful way, and sad that Charlotte thought that way about herself. Chase let go of Charlotte's hand and shoulder and found her cheeks. Cupping her face in his hands, he lifted her head up to look at him. His own eyes were filled with tears, a few falling down his cheeks, but they were silent. If you're fucked up, then so am I. His tone conveying that there was no room for any argument. He used his thumbs to wipe away the tears from her cheeks and took a deep breath before making his next move. Chase followed his instinct and closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers softly. It was a brief kiss, his lips only on Charlotte's for a second, but to Chase, it felt longer. He held her face between his palms and then pulled back from the kiss, his nose and forehead touching hers as he looked deeply into his sister's eyes. His gaze was full of longing, devotion, and affection. I'm the one who needs to be sorry. I pried and broke your trust. But don't ever apologize for how you feel Charlotte, ever. You are allowed to feel and can share anything with me. With that, Chase let go of Charlotte's cheeks and backed away from her, so she could leave if she wanted. For now, his most burning question had been answered, and he would feel guilty keeping Charlotte here with him any longer after that emotional confession. Though he had many more questions and wanted to comfort her, Chase didn't want to push her any further that night. The last thing he wanted to do was send her into another depressive or suicidal state.