"Mary, come on. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you, I just didn't know if it was actually what you wanted, we'd been drinking that night. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, seriously, can we please just talk about this? Call me when you get this." Francis sighs as he adjusts his hand on the phone. "Bye."
"Still nothing?" Sebastian asks, filling the two small glasses with another glass of rum. The acting CEO of Valois-Angoulème industries shakes his head, pulling his long blonde hair free from its neat ponytail, loosening his tie as he walks over towards the black leather chairs, sighing as he takes the glass and plants his arse down onto the cold chair.
"No." he sips the drink, wincing at the burn. "She's been ignoring me for almost four days. She's been in Istanbul for almost three of those, so I know she's getting my calls. She's just not responding."
"If there's one thing Kenna has taught me over the years, it's to not piss off a Scotswoman." Sebastian smirks.
"I just don't know what I did to deserve it, Bash." Francis sighs. "She had came over for dinner, a goodbye before she went on this trip with her team. We had added too much wine to the coq-au-vain, didn't burn it off, drank too much of it when we were making it, when we were eating it. I don't know how it happened, we were talking and then she started talking about things. Feelings, for me, for us. And I-I don't know. I'd wanted to hear it since we were kids, wanted it even more since everything with Olivia went tits up. But something about it coming from her lips after she had been drinking, it didn't feel right. It didn't feel like it shouldn't, I didn't know if she was telling the truth, how she really felt, or if it was the alcohol talking. I didn't laugh at her, I didn't insult her. All I said was to tell me again in the morning, when we were sober. And she didn't react well, started crying and just grabbed her things and left, said it was a mistake and she should have kept it to herself. Bash, all I wanted to do was make sure it was actually true, imagine if I just let her talk and it went further? We were both pretty drunk, we didn't have any inhibitions, I didn't want her to regret anything. And it would have been wrong to go ahead with anything when somebody's not in their right state of mind. Especially not someone you care about. Maybe she didn't mean it and she's ignoring me 'cause she's embarrassed, do you think so? Cause I can't figure out another reason as to why she's so annoyed with me."
"Don't be fucking stupid." Sebastian rolls his eyes. "That girl loves you just as much as you love her. It's absolutely disgusting to watch this back and forth all the time. Just wait until she calls you and then you can be as mushy as you want expressing your undying love for each other, okay? Patience, for fuck sake, Francis."
Francis blushes. "You think she feels the same?"
"Of course she does, dumbass. She's probably just busy, wait until she calls you and then you can be disgusting together. Just wait, for the love of God."
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You Are My Light Part II
Historical Fiction-Reign Oneshots/Taking Requests- The world can be dark, Mary, and uncertain and cruel. The only thing that matters is that we face it together. No matter what happens, you are my light. Part 2! -Read TEML first!-
