Valentine Collingwood (
hollow_moon) wrote2015-12-20 03:15 pm
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Jag - The Collingwood Christmas Party
The party was always the same. Big dresses, men in fine tailored suits, rich food, bountiful drink... It was opulent and glitzy, and Val sort of loved it. Sometimes they rented ballrooms or hotels, but this year his mother had chosen the family home, wanting to show off the restorations she'd had done, and take advantage of the decent weather that allowed their guests to explore the large and beautiful gardens.
He'd gotten a few curious looks from certain relatives when he'd turned up with Jag on his arm, but most of his family hardly batted a lash- And many were open and friendly, making a point of coming over and saying hello.
His mother, however, had been fairly illusive, so busy flitting about that she'd barely had time to wave hello. It was only now, when Val was wondering if maybe it was time to start heading out, that she seemed to appear out of nowhere and came rushing over. Her hair was a perfect shade of silver, long and thick, but styled neatly into a loose bun. She was wearing a long and flowing evening gown, but her jewellery was simple, a necklace with a single Tahitian pearl, and a set of simple silver channel earrings.
"Oh, Valentine! Look at you," she smiled, cupping Val's face in her hands and smiling warmly. "You've cut your hair! It looks so smart. Still not sure about the eyeliner- Though I'm impressed you can get the waterline filled in so well," she chuckled, kissing his cheek and then taking a step back. "You didn't think you could escape without introducing me to your friend, did you?"
Val smiled, and almost blushed- Though he'd deny it if anyone suggested he had. "Date, actually. Mum, this is Jag, Jag this is my mother, Margaret Collingwood."
Margaret smiled brightly, offering her hand. "Lovely to meet you, Jag."
He'd gotten a few curious looks from certain relatives when he'd turned up with Jag on his arm, but most of his family hardly batted a lash- And many were open and friendly, making a point of coming over and saying hello.
His mother, however, had been fairly illusive, so busy flitting about that she'd barely had time to wave hello. It was only now, when Val was wondering if maybe it was time to start heading out, that she seemed to appear out of nowhere and came rushing over. Her hair was a perfect shade of silver, long and thick, but styled neatly into a loose bun. She was wearing a long and flowing evening gown, but her jewellery was simple, a necklace with a single Tahitian pearl, and a set of simple silver channel earrings.
"Oh, Valentine! Look at you," she smiled, cupping Val's face in her hands and smiling warmly. "You've cut your hair! It looks so smart. Still not sure about the eyeliner- Though I'm impressed you can get the waterline filled in so well," she chuckled, kissing his cheek and then taking a step back. "You didn't think you could escape without introducing me to your friend, did you?"
Val smiled, and almost blushed- Though he'd deny it if anyone suggested he had. "Date, actually. Mum, this is Jag, Jag this is my mother, Margaret Collingwood."
Margaret smiled brightly, offering her hand. "Lovely to meet you, Jag."
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"Never mind," he said, pulling away. "You're right, it's only been a few months- and it feels like all we do is squabble. I say the wrong thing, you get hurt, and- I hate it. You must hate it as well. It's like we're both constantly saying the wrong thing and upsetting one another. ...Maybe we- Maybe while I'm gone, you should see other people," Val offered quietly. "Maybe we need a break. A real one this time. ...And that's not me throwing a fit or getting worked up, I just- It feels like we're really out of sync right now. Does that make sense? I'm not sure how else to say it."
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"I don't, I don't want that. I know it's soon, but I think of the future, and I see you in it. You seem so put off though, by my- I don't know. Wants or whatever. I just- I feel like everything's just- Hard. Shouldn't it be easier? We clash so often, and it's exhausting. I adore you, but-"
He paused then, shaking his head. "Love you. Not adore, adore's a cop out. I love you, and maybe I'm an idiot for falling so fast, but I do- So when I start talking about my future, or wanting you to like my dad- It's because I want to share it with you. Them, it, my world."
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He ran a hand over his face, pushed it back through his hair. "I know I want you. That's what I know, Val. I don't... I don't know anything else."
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"I'm not saying you should go out and shag half of London, Jag. Not saying you need to shag anyone, I just- Never mind. You know what, Jag? If you want me to be the villain, I'll be the villain," Val sighed. "I think our relationship, as it stands right now, isn't healthy. It's not healthy for you, and it's not healthy for me. We fight more often than we get on. We pick apart everything the other says. It's not good for us. I love you- I'm mad about you, but that- It doesn't mean this is good. ...So yeah, I want you to be free for a while, while I go off and- Find my inner wolf or whatever, because I'm hoping that when we're reunited, we'll both be on the same page for a change. Because I want this to work, whether you believe that or not, I do."
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Val shook his head, because he honestly didn't.
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Val took the offered hand, squeezing gently.
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Val embraced him tightly, rubbing his back but unsure of what to say. Silence felt safe. ...It felt right to say nothing.
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Val returned the kiss softly and slowly, sighing and then deepening it slightly- As though searching for answers between those lips.
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Val swallowed hard, then closed his eyes. "I don't either," he admitted. "I just feel so... I don't know. I don't know," he admitted with a sigh.
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"That- Yeah, that about sums it up," Val said, offering an uncomfortable laugh. "Stressed out as well, if I'm honest- Though I think that's more to do with work piling up."
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Val rested his forehead against Jag's, sighing softly.
"I'm sorry too, I know I'm difficult sometimes- I know I worry and push people away. I don't mean to really, and I always feel as if I've got such good and logical reasons to try and justify my actions with."
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"Our flaws, fears, and missteps are different, that's all," Val said, letting out a faint huff of a laugh. "Not sure any of them could be ranked better or worse."
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