[homeless forever]

[romantictragedy]

This is not quite the climate I am accustomed to though I suppose it's not the worst I've been to, either. [Being brought to business meetings with her father would probably rate up there with worst. Older businessmen are the worst, after all.] But- no plans? [Hohum. What's a lady to do.] There must be something...

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[mister_foppish]

I know...I know you didn't. I'm not angry with you.

[He's angry more at himself, for being foolish. For losing out on the chances he had. But that was neither here nor there. His hand slides to cup at her face, and he leans in, almost shyly. He's been wanting to kiss her, but didn't know if it was the right time.

But it's so terrible...So terrible to see her cry. Lightly he does so, as gently and as affectionately as he can manage.]

[romantictragedy]

[There's a soft sound, perhaps something akin to a whimper. It's not often in her life she ever had cause to be sad. She'd always been surrounded by such happiness. Love. Warmth. This feeling is fresh and it hurts. To know she wounded him so deeply.

Her tearful eyes look up at him when he holds her face. And when he leans in for a kiss she's more than happy to close her eyes once more and place her hands to his shoulders. It's chaste- careful, but sweet and oh so loving. There was no one in the world she loved more.]

[mister_foppish]

I don't have any regrets, with you. You know that, don't you?

[He whispered against her lips. She'd been nothing but kind and sweet, and to think though they'd been separated he loved her still. That would never cease, not even death could take that away from him.

That was why he was contented to share this little time he'd have with her. It was the chance he'd never gotten before, except for that all-too-short embrace in that cold, unforgiving tomb before she'd disappeared, forever.]

[romantictragedy]

Nor I, you. [A quiet, breathy murmur. Never.] You've always been the kindest to me. [The best person in her life, surely. Which was why getting sick, dying.. it was a terrible way to repay him. Even if out of her control.]

[mister_foppish]

[He let his forehead rest against hers, smiling softly. This was all that he could ever desire, out of a chance meeting like this.]

You make it easy on me.

[Pegasus teased a little.]

[romantictragedy]

[She reached up, cupping his face in her hands. Delicately. As always.] I wish we could go back. The moment we exchanged vows was the happiest of my life. [Leave the chapel. Go on that honeymoon. No sickness. Just live life happily.]

[mister_foppish]

[He did too. For so many years...Wished and wished and wished, but in the end it only caused anguish. He smiles, sadly.]

So do I...It was mine, too.

[His gaze is knowing. Maybe too knowing.]

[romantictragedy]

[Her hands slide back before she loops her arms around his neck once more, burying her face in his chest.]

Oh Pegasus... [How long did you live alone and heartbroken? She'll never be able to feel sorry enough.]

[mister_foppish]

[He hoped she'd never know all the grim and terrible details. At least she could be relatively at peace, not knowing. He didn't know how long this meeting would last, either.

He'd never had a real friend after her....Kaiba counted, certainly, but that was short-lived. True, their companies still worked together but it would never return to what it was. His arms slipped around her more fully, holding her against him.]

Cyndia...I wish I could have given you so much more.

[romantictragedy]

[She shakes her head against him.] You gave me everything. Every precious moment of my life was because of you.

[mister_foppish]

[What would she do if she knew...what he'd done. And the reason for it.]

You gave me the only light in my life.

[romantictragedy]

I will continue to do so. [Now. She would like nothing more. Not after everything else. After hurting him so.] ...if you'd still want me. [She could imagine something not so nice....]

[mister_foppish]

Cyndia, there is nothing more that I want in this world but you.

[It's true. That's why he's like this. So forlorn.]