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Catch And Release; Delia
Topic Started: Apr 4 2010, 08:18 PM (311 Views)
Kyle Van Leerson
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April 2. 2010

-Evening-

Kyle had mulled over and and thought over the situation till he thought he couldn't any longer without going mad. He wondered if this moment wasn't one of the fabled crossroads of life where the choice he made would effect him forever. It didn't seem that big and yet it was almost all he could think about. The marriage in Vegas had been fool hearted. He knew that. Delia knew that. It had been the result of spontaneity and poor judgment and more trips to the mini bar then anyone in good conscience should ever make. But that one moment had set off a chain of events that he now had to sort out. His family, not to keen on his recent life choices had been up in arms. Threats had been issued all the way around, talk of scandal, of disinheritance, of the never ending always consistent shame he was bringing on them all. It had went on and on till he blatantly told them all to stop calling he had nothing left to say. Part of him wanted to make as huge a spectacle of his new marriage as he could just to spite them. A splash across People magazine might do the trick something large and unavoidable and as messy as he could do. Bust it all out and issue his own war cry of independence and selfishness.

Common sense in the end had won out. What his family thought of Delia meant little. Delia was worth more then the weight of them. Unlike those that shared his bloodline the golden eyed girl knew him, actually knew him, faults and all and loved him for it. She encouraged him to be better without making him feel less in the process. And while he liked to think he was above being a romantic sap, it wasn't until being married that he had come to see how much he wanted to be married. Maybe this was what growing up was. There really was no way to tell. They had not really discussed it since coming back from Vegas. The most logical thing, the most reasonable had been to get an Annulment. Both had assumed the other wasn't ready, and maybe they weren't. They had just started back dating again, following months of a jumbled back and forth, and years before of a relationship that had gone off the rails due to the ferocity of it all. Now figuring out what they wanted seemed to be the hard part. The choice was easy when you made no choice at all, but when you had to think about it, to question and ponder and evaluate and do all the things as an adult was required of you, you really were left with the realization that it may not be worth it. They had a good thing going before Vegas, marriage just made it all that more complicated.

Still.. He loved her, in the simplest terms with the most convenient definitions. That was why after a week of debating he had made a choice. A choice he realized he was always going to make what had transpired was just the process he needed to build up the courage this was going to take.

"Papers got in" he said catching her in a moment free from her duties as piano teacher. "One good signature and we're single again."

He handed her over the notarized documents and waited to see her reaction. There was a plan to all of this, but with Delia Colins plans seldom went they way you worked them out.
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Delia felt a bit out of sorts. The last few weeks had been so wonderful for her, so different from what she had trained herself to expect from life that she often felt as though she was floating. The stubborn curse that she had felt was imprinted on her life had been lifted and she, for once, was on the cusp of true happiness.Kyle had, a bit to the socialite's surprise, opened up a part of her that she had forgotten existed. She was capable, for the first time since childhood, of trust and a real deep connection. It seemed so effortless, so right. There was little doubt that she would eventually screw it up.

Kyle and Delia were always a combustible combination.From the very beginning there was something dangerous and explosive about the connection they shared. To temper it down into a feeling that could be sustained had proven to be quite the task. Still, they had somehow managed. They had, for the first time, became an honest to goodness couple. The horrid mistake of drunken marriage had most likely at least damaged it.

When Kyle walked in, seeming a bit nervous to the woman who had just released one of her pupils. It didn't take long for him to tip his hand. He threw out the papers they had both been awaiting. She looked at them for what she found was a bit too long. Wasn't this supposed to be the easy part, cleaning up the mess ?

"Right, a signature." she finally responded, fumbling around in her pockets for a pen. "Where is that thing." she rambled on, becoming more uneasy as she continued to fish around. "You know what, never mind." She waved her hand over the paper and a perfect signature appeared. "There, there it is." Her tone was snippy and quick. It made little sense to her.

"You know.." she said almost instinctively. "I always figured," she stopped quickly. "Never mind."
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With a wave of her elegant hand and a push of powers he didn't really understand the deed was done. What had happened in Vegas would now stay in Vegas and what God and Jack Daniels had put together could be undone. He pulled up a seat next to the golden eyed girl, watching her closely. For years growing up he had learned to read his parent's very actions and subtle movements as a indicator of what was happening and what was to come. The pouring of a drink from a certain tumbler indicated a firestorm on the horizon of the tone of a voice spoken with feigned sweetness would mean 'I know all about you mistress in Cape Cod, darling. I'm merely waiting to throw it in your face'. His parents had never been the text book example of marriage and family, it was a union more devoted to need, both in political and social aspirations then out of love. Growing up Kyle had often wondered if he and his siblings were not the product of joy filled love but rather the requirements of a sense of practical duty. You got married, you had kids, you sent out the Christmas card with smiling faces, everyone showed up to Election rallies with plastered smiles and lapel buttons. It was in the contract and not in the devotion.

Delia Colins had blazed into his life a long time ago during a period of rebellion and despair. What the golden eyed mutant had offered then and what she offered now where two very similar and yet strikingly normal things. Back then she had served as a war cry of rebellion, a physical accompaniment, that said I am my own person out to burn a path far removed from what you tried to make me. And now, well now, he could look at her and see the life he had never thought he wanted, a place to share with someone else, a family maybe, but not what he had grew up with, not a world of subtle lies and visual delusions, but an honest to goodness life. He wanted to look at her now and see the same in her that he was feeling in himself, but he just couldn't. Delia Colins was an undecipherable code. Her unpredictable nature had been one of the things that had drawn him to her at first and now it was something that frustrated but still enticed him. Who wanted something they could always expect? What was life without some mystery? The only problem was what was that mystery when your heart and pride was on the line.

"I'll say this though, that is the last time I ever go to Vegas. Us, married can you believe it? Guess we should have learned our limitations by now after all, huh?"

He purposely egged her on. It was true he knew the molecule manipulating mutant held all the cards as she often did, but Kyle was known for his odd sense of humor. There was a pleasure in teasing her some, even if he didn't know to what outcome he was setting himself to. It was all terribly exhilarating and frightening at the same time.

"Anyways, its over now. Fin-nished, and good thing too, that wedding band was getting awfully heavy. You and me, married, settled down, Ha, well its over now isn't it?"

If she looked at him closely she might she the bright spark that was in his eye, the careful worded dance he was engaging in, but odd were she wouldn't. He may never have been able to predict Delia, but he liked to believe she couldn't read him either.
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Kyle seemed jubilant about the disillution of their sham of a Vegas marriage. There was nothing in his words on the releif that lined the inflictions that lay on his comments to suggest the man had wanted anything other than to put the whole mess behind him, close that chapter of his memory, and never open it again. In all accounts, that was a reasonable reaction to the situation the two had found themselves in. People did this sort of thing all the time, they must have, there was a whole Vegas slogan devoted to keeping the seedier secrets of what happened there within it's confines. So, in that regard, Delia should have also been equally relieved, and in some aspects, she was.

Delia hadn't imagined herself as the type of person who would ever be married. That just wasn't who she was. There was something missing inside of her. Whatever piece of the soul that allowed someone to give themself to another completely seemed missing in the golden eyed socialite. To that effect, the last few months with Kyle stood as a shock and surprise to her. The slow weakening of her internal defenses was something Delia still wasn't completely comfortable with. So when they woke up married and hung over, a part of her, one that she would never admit to having much less listen to, let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps this was it. Perhaps fate had devised a way to join her with another person and bypass the defense that had always made such a thing impossible. Certainly the reasonable section of her brain won out and the piece of paper that Kyle so happily let her sign was evidence of that.

"I'll say this though, that is the last time I ever go to Vegas. Us, married can you believe it? Guess we should have learned our limitations by now after all, huh?"

The flippancy in his voice hurt her. Could he really be so uncaring ? Was this what he thought of her ?

"Oh really ?" she said, reverting back to the 'blame Kyle' reflex that had served her so well in the past. "I suppose you're right. We really shouldn't have gotten married. In fact, we probably shouldn't have taken the trip in the first place. I mean, you in Vegas, I should have known it would turn into a nightmare."

"Anyways, its over now. Fin-nished, and good thing too, that wedding band was getting awfully heavy. You and me, married, settled down, Ha, well its over now isn't it?"

Evan more stunned, she continued. "You have no idea how over it is. I must have been out of my mind to ever consider marrying you. I mean, even drunk I didn't think I was that stupid. So don't worry about a ring Kyle, and don't worry about settling down, cause obviously that not in the cards."

She turned to leave him, but then turned back around and what she was feeling began to spill out of her mouth. "What is wrong with you anyway. I'm a catch you know. The best you're ever onna do, that's for sure. Keep that in mind. And I am so glad your hand doesn't feel heavy anymore, cause you're gonna need it."
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It shouldn't have been charming but it was. From the moment he had realized he actually liked being married to Delia he had went about planning how he would go about this. He never intended to hurt her, but so often with Delia he never had the opportunity of surprise, at least not the good kind. The golden eyes molecule manipulator tended to call the shots, and with a temperament that changed easier then the weather the young X-man often had no chose but to follow along. maybe he was no savant of the he overarching romantic gesture, some things probably needed to be done over candlelight and roses, but there was a beauty in the simplicity to what he had planned. The Vegas married had been a culmination of debauchery and inebriation, but this proposal was genuine. Ending the rushed union to start a more commode honest one had seemed a brilliant stroke of genius. Plus he couldn't wait to see the surprise on Delia's face when she realized he had only been teasing, well mostly teasing that was.

"What is wrong with you anyway. I'm a catch you know. The best you're ever gonna do, that's for sure. Keep that in mind. And I am so glad your hand doesn't feel heavy anymore, cause you're gonna need it."

Zing! The stunning socialite could throw out verbal barbs with the best of them. Again it was a part of her charm and temper. She held so little back in that regard even if she was so often guarded with her heart. If he had any doubts before they cleared at that moment. She kept him always on his toes, it may have been tiring at times but it was always exciting.

"My problem is, well I have many, but I'll just start at the top"

He got up from the seat he had taken and approached her taking her hands in his. This moment lacked cinematography and perfect soundtrack accompaniment, but it was genuine and from the heart. In the long and winding path that had been their relationship it was possibly the first clear den they had arrived at.

"I'm crazy about you, so crazy at times I can't think straight. Your never easy and it's always rough and troubled, but I'd rather struggle with you then have it easy with anyone else. So I guess what I'm saying is…"

He defended down on one knee, retrieving the ring from his pocket and presented it to her, in a move that had been repeated by man throughout time.

"Will you, Delia Colins, thorn in my side and love of my life, marry me.. again?"

He smiled at her mischievously wondering how taken aback she was and just what answer she might have.
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Kyle stopped Delia as she turned from both him and what had become a frantic rant in order to walk away. She had tried to keep her emotions in check. It was her goal to walk away from this conversation with an air of refined dignity, in order to show Kyle that he hadn't really affected her and that she was obviously the winner in this little disilution. However, as so often happened when the two got together, things that plans and self restraint went out the window, being replaced by passion and violatle jabs that seemed both never ending and extremely tiring when the woman took the time to think about it.

She expected retaliation, or at least on of those thought out diatribes had become a staple in their interaction. What she got was something completely different. Gone were the expected traces of contention. His voice was softer and relaxed, something that struck Delia as both odd and unfamiliar. What he did next had for so long seemed an impossibility to the former prodigy.

"Will you, Delia Colins, thorn in my side and love of my life, marry me.. again?"

He dropped to his knees and pulled out a ring. She was speechless. No longer able to rely on the quick barbs and affectionate sarcasm that had defined their relationship, she was left with just herself, and her thoughts. Was this really happening ? Was it something she could do, something she even wanted to do ?

"It's small," she said instinctively, looking at the ring. "But nice," she said, looking at him and remembering where she was.

She knelt down to meet him. The fact that she was considering this, the fact that she set it apart from the bevvy of marriage proposals she got as a semi famous socialite, spoke mounds to her. This was different. He was different, and most importantly, she was different when she was around him, like she was closer to the person she wanted to be and knew she could if somebody would just believe in her. That was love right ? It had to be.

"You know there's like a ninety percent chance this won't end well." Then she met his gaze and, reading his expression, began to smile. The weight of the world she had created for herself, of the person she had allowed herself to become and the past she was, in some ways, still trying to outrun melted away. This was it. Of course it was.

"What the hell." she said, wrapping her arms around him and knocking him to the ground with her body. She kissed him and, for the first time in as long as she could remember, felt complete.
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