Post by krissydubbs on Dec 19, 2005 23:15:38 GMT -5
Alright so this is a part of many different little stories that are eventually going to add up into my novel...hopefully 
I have recently been inspired by Cillian and basically decided to change my male lead so he is Cillian.
Here is some basic plot to get you caught up because this scene is right in the middle of the action. The person speaking is a girl named Kate Greene who was recently kidnapped from her home and brought to a mansion with four men and an older woman to be taught how to be the savior of the world. I know that is very general, but it is what you need to know to understand things that are said lol. She is reffered to as Lo or Little One in places because they are her nicknames. I would just like to see what people think and see if you guys think I should keep up with writing about Cillian and Kate. I want to make their relationship very tense and complex. So here it is...
“So tell me Lo, what exactly is going on between you and Cillian?” asked my nanny Molly with her usual cheekiness. Ok so I know that I am twenty years old and really shouldn’t need a nanny, but I only refer to her as that because when I first arrived here I was a bit neurotic and unsettled and needed a mother like figure to take care of me. Or at least thats what Ian tells me. Its been almost a year since we all arrived here at The Mansion (not a very origional name, but hey its home) and its now just a running joke that Molly is my nanny.
“Well Molly, today is a new day and I like to try and start each new day with a fresh attitude, but I’m going to have to be a little cliché this morning and go with…nothing. Yes, I’m going to say nothing is going on between Cillian and me.” I said unable to hide my amusement.
Molly and I have had this conversation everyday but she never gets tired of irritating me. She knows that asking me about my feelings for any of the guys we live with, especially Cillian, really twists my panties. The truth of the matter is no one really knows how I feel about Cill, especially not me. One minute I want to run into his room and show him how Ian taught me to do a driving kick in Manolo Blahnik yellow pumps and the next I’m crying under my covers because he tried to brush the hair out of my eyes.
“He is a handsome one Kate; I can’t blame you for taking a liking to that. I sometimes find myself looking at his square jaw and those blue eyes and wishing that I could sneak up behind him and…”
“Molly! God, I don’t want to hear your torrid sexual fantasies about Cillian. Jesus, I don’t want to hear any of your torrid sexual fantasies. You’re like my mother; I can’t even watch a movie with kissing in it with you in the room let alone hear about how you want to molest the guy I…” I stopped mid sentence knowing that I was going to get bombarded.
“The ‘guy you what?’ Little One, what is Cillian to you? Is he the guy that you’ve been in love with since he came here but are just too scared to tell; or maybe the guy who you picture naked when you’re doing your 500 crunches each morning. Or maybe even the guy” she went on, “who you secretly want to trap in your room and employ as your sex slave.”
“Molly you have a sex slave?” Asked Cillian as he walked in the room chomping on an apple and stopped to give us each a kiss on the head. “I knew you and Ian had some secret romance going on, you sassy minx.”
He winked at me and I laughed knowing very well that he had no idea what we were talking about, and I thanked God that he hadn’t walked in a couple moments earlier. Of course he had to look gorgeous this morning. His aforementioned square jaw was covered in sparse brown stubble that made him look ferociously masculine while his glossy blue eyes softened his other features. He wore a “used to be black but is now grey from living in it” Clash t-shirt and perfectly fitting dark denim jeans with his tousled hair dangling in his eyes. His lips constantly looked bruised and pouted as if he had been making out for hours, and I often wondered what kind of effect those lips would have on mine if I were the girl he was kissing.
“I’m not going to let you off the hook that easy dear” said Molly casting a menacing glance in my direction. “You still didn’t answer my question.”
“Well, if you’re going to stay up my arse about it then I guess I’ll have to say that the blue panties made you look sexier. Plus I think blue is Ian’s favorite color so you would be killing two birds.” I flashed a grin, grabbed a banana and hastily made my way out the door.
Cillian looked at Molly confused as the old British woman cursed after me, and then he followed into the dinning room. He sat down beside me as I tried to look intent upon opening the disgustingly bruised banana.
“Why are you even bothering with that?” he said taking the banana out of my hand, “One; you don’t even like bananas and two; I know you guys were talking about me. So I’m just going to follow you around all day until you tell me what you were saying.”
He proceeded to lay his head on the table in the crook of his elbow and stared at me with a smartass smile spread across his face. It pissed me off how cute he was sometimes. If it were any other person annoying me like that I would have shoved the mangled banana in his face and told him to screw, but something about Cillian and his thick Irish accent and sarcastic sense of humor changed every one of my common thoughts and actions.
We had the ability to fight with each other like we were Catherine and Heathcliff (on a bad day), but we both knew that at the end of the day there was always a seat next to me on the couch when we watched some ridiculous movie that only we liked and I could always snuggle into his arms when I had one of my nightmares. We acted like a dysfunctional couple, but we were strictly “just friends” thanks to me. He could never understand why I was so against being in love with anyone, but assured everyone that he was not love with me. I had my reasons as to why I was so afraid of letting people in and let alone lettig someone love me and those were reason that he could never know. But that didn’t stop him from turning me into a different person when I was around him, and that was the one thing about Cillian Murphy that elated and terrified me.
“I wouldn’t tell Molly my true feelings about you.” I said with a brash self confidence that caught myself off-guard. Cillian’s face changed to pure shock as the words left my moth. He sat up suddenly and tugged on the bottom of his shirt as if it had suddenly shrunk. His eyes shined at me with a tender confusion and before I could laugh and say it was all a joke I heard myself saying “that’s all Molly and I were talking about.”
I spastically got up from my seat, immediately regretting what I had said. God, was I a frigging idiot! I had spent the last six months convincing everyone in this house that I had no feelings for anyone and now all of a sudden my subconscious decided that this evening is the best time to blurt out my feelings for Cillian; feelings that I wasn’t even ready to accept.
I made my way out of the dinning room into the foyer and up the two steps into the gold foiled ballroom. I didn’t want him to follow me, but then again what did I expect and anyway the house was a mansion but there are only so many places you could hide. I looked up as I usually did when I entered the cathedral-like ballroom and glanced up at the elaborately tiled ceiling with its mosaic depiction of Michelangelo’s “David”. It always amazed me that someone could have enough patience to place every one of those tiny marble pieces into something so exquisite. I could barley sit long enough to do a five piece Mickey Mouse puzzle, let alone spend years on a brilliant piece of artwork.
I always felt bad thinking of how the men in the house genuinely believed that I would be able to devote all of my time to sitting around waiting for my life to be played out before my eyes. They seemed to think that I was some patient wonder girl who didn’t mind that her entire life was laid out for her in some outrageous prophesy. The new life that I had been thrust into almost a year ago came fully equipped with an arch enemy, millions of people who wanted me dead, oh and a soul purpose in life that was to save humanity from the clutches of evil. It was easy enough living in a house full of attractive men assigned to teach me basically how to be a secret agent killing machine; but how could they expect me to wait around for my impending death when I couldn’t even sit through an entire episode of Alias?
“Kate?” Cillian placed his hand on my shoulder and gently spun me towards him. “What are your true feelings for me?”
Did he honestly think that I was going to tell him something that I couldn’t even utter in the recesses of my own mind without running into the bathroom to vomit? All I wanted was for him to be flattered that I would even insinuate that I had some sort of romantic feelings for him and just leave it at that.
“Cillian, I think you’re a really amazing guy and of all the men in the house I think I would say that I like you the best. Well, you…uh, you know what I mean. We just get along really well and I like hanging out with you; and for some strange reason I can sing in front of you and I guess that’s cool because um, no one else has ever made me feel that…um, comfortable. Well, that first time I didn’t really have much of a choice because you were lurking in the bushes. Wait not lurking because that makes you sound like some sketchy trash bad guy and that not what I mean; I just mean that you were there when I thought no one was listening, but that is beside the point.” At that point I laughed like a nervous idiot and began wringing my hands together stopping every now and then to loudly crack my knuckles. “I…I like you very much Cillian. That’s it.”
His expression made me nervous and I could already tell that he took everything that I said completely out of context. A kind smile crossed his face and I saw his hand start to make its way up the side of his body. The whole thing seemed like it was happening in slow motion and I was the lead actress in some bad made for TV movie where everyone knows what is going to happen next except for the two main characters; but unfortunately this was not going to be a stereotypical Lifetime ending.
I tried to hide the terror in my eyes, and fixed my brows so they were no longer raised in questioning disgust and braced myself for what was about to come. He cupped my cheek in his hand and grazed my cheekbone with his rough thumb. His eyes fixed on mine and for a moment I wished that his eyes possessed the ability to change color with his moods, like mine, so I could somehow know what he was thinking; what his next move was going to be. I felt his hand start to pull my face towards his, but I pulled back resolutely. However, this didn’t stop his determination and he moved closer to me at the sight of my hesitation. He leaned in close to my face and I could feel his breathe mixing with mine. My legs started to shake and my stomach seemed to be rising into my throat. I tried to swallow all my nerves and keep a calm façade, but the thing that was terrifying me was not the fact that Cillian was about to kiss me, but the fact that I wanted him to.
Suddenly I decided to stop trying to resist and decided to give into the feelings I had been so stubbornly trying hide. Just because you kiss someone doesn’t mean that you are in love and that you are immediately going to have to sleep with them. He kept sweeping his thumb across cheek, lulling me into a false calm. He was way to good at that. We could have been having a shouting match because he had just slapped me in the face, but all he had to do was rub my back or huskily sing in my ear and I was done. I abrubtly became terrified thinking about what color red my face had turned because my entire body felt like it was on fire. I closed my eyes and took a step towards him just telling myself that if this was going to happen it had to happen now, but just as I finished the thought his eyes quickly darted from mine to something behind me. The icy blue color that stood out in my mind as the first thing I saw when I thought about him flashed with fear and I immediately knew something was wrong.
Before I could turn around Cillian pushed me to the ground and grabbed something from the desk at his right side and threw it at the thing I still couldn’t see behind me. I heard the sound of metal clinking on the ground and felt my stomach tighten because that sound always meant that you missed.
I have recently been inspired by Cillian and basically decided to change my male lead so he is Cillian.Here is some basic plot to get you caught up because this scene is right in the middle of the action. The person speaking is a girl named Kate Greene who was recently kidnapped from her home and brought to a mansion with four men and an older woman to be taught how to be the savior of the world. I know that is very general, but it is what you need to know to understand things that are said lol. She is reffered to as Lo or Little One in places because they are her nicknames. I would just like to see what people think and see if you guys think I should keep up with writing about Cillian and Kate. I want to make their relationship very tense and complex. So here it is...
“So tell me Lo, what exactly is going on between you and Cillian?” asked my nanny Molly with her usual cheekiness. Ok so I know that I am twenty years old and really shouldn’t need a nanny, but I only refer to her as that because when I first arrived here I was a bit neurotic and unsettled and needed a mother like figure to take care of me. Or at least thats what Ian tells me. Its been almost a year since we all arrived here at The Mansion (not a very origional name, but hey its home) and its now just a running joke that Molly is my nanny.
“Well Molly, today is a new day and I like to try and start each new day with a fresh attitude, but I’m going to have to be a little cliché this morning and go with…nothing. Yes, I’m going to say nothing is going on between Cillian and me.” I said unable to hide my amusement.
Molly and I have had this conversation everyday but she never gets tired of irritating me. She knows that asking me about my feelings for any of the guys we live with, especially Cillian, really twists my panties. The truth of the matter is no one really knows how I feel about Cill, especially not me. One minute I want to run into his room and show him how Ian taught me to do a driving kick in Manolo Blahnik yellow pumps and the next I’m crying under my covers because he tried to brush the hair out of my eyes.
“He is a handsome one Kate; I can’t blame you for taking a liking to that. I sometimes find myself looking at his square jaw and those blue eyes and wishing that I could sneak up behind him and…”
“Molly! God, I don’t want to hear your torrid sexual fantasies about Cillian. Jesus, I don’t want to hear any of your torrid sexual fantasies. You’re like my mother; I can’t even watch a movie with kissing in it with you in the room let alone hear about how you want to molest the guy I…” I stopped mid sentence knowing that I was going to get bombarded.
“The ‘guy you what?’ Little One, what is Cillian to you? Is he the guy that you’ve been in love with since he came here but are just too scared to tell; or maybe the guy who you picture naked when you’re doing your 500 crunches each morning. Or maybe even the guy” she went on, “who you secretly want to trap in your room and employ as your sex slave.”
“Molly you have a sex slave?” Asked Cillian as he walked in the room chomping on an apple and stopped to give us each a kiss on the head. “I knew you and Ian had some secret romance going on, you sassy minx.”
He winked at me and I laughed knowing very well that he had no idea what we were talking about, and I thanked God that he hadn’t walked in a couple moments earlier. Of course he had to look gorgeous this morning. His aforementioned square jaw was covered in sparse brown stubble that made him look ferociously masculine while his glossy blue eyes softened his other features. He wore a “used to be black but is now grey from living in it” Clash t-shirt and perfectly fitting dark denim jeans with his tousled hair dangling in his eyes. His lips constantly looked bruised and pouted as if he had been making out for hours, and I often wondered what kind of effect those lips would have on mine if I were the girl he was kissing.
“I’m not going to let you off the hook that easy dear” said Molly casting a menacing glance in my direction. “You still didn’t answer my question.”
“Well, if you’re going to stay up my arse about it then I guess I’ll have to say that the blue panties made you look sexier. Plus I think blue is Ian’s favorite color so you would be killing two birds.” I flashed a grin, grabbed a banana and hastily made my way out the door.
Cillian looked at Molly confused as the old British woman cursed after me, and then he followed into the dinning room. He sat down beside me as I tried to look intent upon opening the disgustingly bruised banana.
“Why are you even bothering with that?” he said taking the banana out of my hand, “One; you don’t even like bananas and two; I know you guys were talking about me. So I’m just going to follow you around all day until you tell me what you were saying.”
He proceeded to lay his head on the table in the crook of his elbow and stared at me with a smartass smile spread across his face. It pissed me off how cute he was sometimes. If it were any other person annoying me like that I would have shoved the mangled banana in his face and told him to screw, but something about Cillian and his thick Irish accent and sarcastic sense of humor changed every one of my common thoughts and actions.
We had the ability to fight with each other like we were Catherine and Heathcliff (on a bad day), but we both knew that at the end of the day there was always a seat next to me on the couch when we watched some ridiculous movie that only we liked and I could always snuggle into his arms when I had one of my nightmares. We acted like a dysfunctional couple, but we were strictly “just friends” thanks to me. He could never understand why I was so against being in love with anyone, but assured everyone that he was not love with me. I had my reasons as to why I was so afraid of letting people in and let alone lettig someone love me and those were reason that he could never know. But that didn’t stop him from turning me into a different person when I was around him, and that was the one thing about Cillian Murphy that elated and terrified me.
“I wouldn’t tell Molly my true feelings about you.” I said with a brash self confidence that caught myself off-guard. Cillian’s face changed to pure shock as the words left my moth. He sat up suddenly and tugged on the bottom of his shirt as if it had suddenly shrunk. His eyes shined at me with a tender confusion and before I could laugh and say it was all a joke I heard myself saying “that’s all Molly and I were talking about.”
I spastically got up from my seat, immediately regretting what I had said. God, was I a frigging idiot! I had spent the last six months convincing everyone in this house that I had no feelings for anyone and now all of a sudden my subconscious decided that this evening is the best time to blurt out my feelings for Cillian; feelings that I wasn’t even ready to accept.
I made my way out of the dinning room into the foyer and up the two steps into the gold foiled ballroom. I didn’t want him to follow me, but then again what did I expect and anyway the house was a mansion but there are only so many places you could hide. I looked up as I usually did when I entered the cathedral-like ballroom and glanced up at the elaborately tiled ceiling with its mosaic depiction of Michelangelo’s “David”. It always amazed me that someone could have enough patience to place every one of those tiny marble pieces into something so exquisite. I could barley sit long enough to do a five piece Mickey Mouse puzzle, let alone spend years on a brilliant piece of artwork.
I always felt bad thinking of how the men in the house genuinely believed that I would be able to devote all of my time to sitting around waiting for my life to be played out before my eyes. They seemed to think that I was some patient wonder girl who didn’t mind that her entire life was laid out for her in some outrageous prophesy. The new life that I had been thrust into almost a year ago came fully equipped with an arch enemy, millions of people who wanted me dead, oh and a soul purpose in life that was to save humanity from the clutches of evil. It was easy enough living in a house full of attractive men assigned to teach me basically how to be a secret agent killing machine; but how could they expect me to wait around for my impending death when I couldn’t even sit through an entire episode of Alias?
“Kate?” Cillian placed his hand on my shoulder and gently spun me towards him. “What are your true feelings for me?”
Did he honestly think that I was going to tell him something that I couldn’t even utter in the recesses of my own mind without running into the bathroom to vomit? All I wanted was for him to be flattered that I would even insinuate that I had some sort of romantic feelings for him and just leave it at that.
“Cillian, I think you’re a really amazing guy and of all the men in the house I think I would say that I like you the best. Well, you…uh, you know what I mean. We just get along really well and I like hanging out with you; and for some strange reason I can sing in front of you and I guess that’s cool because um, no one else has ever made me feel that…um, comfortable. Well, that first time I didn’t really have much of a choice because you were lurking in the bushes. Wait not lurking because that makes you sound like some sketchy trash bad guy and that not what I mean; I just mean that you were there when I thought no one was listening, but that is beside the point.” At that point I laughed like a nervous idiot and began wringing my hands together stopping every now and then to loudly crack my knuckles. “I…I like you very much Cillian. That’s it.”
His expression made me nervous and I could already tell that he took everything that I said completely out of context. A kind smile crossed his face and I saw his hand start to make its way up the side of his body. The whole thing seemed like it was happening in slow motion and I was the lead actress in some bad made for TV movie where everyone knows what is going to happen next except for the two main characters; but unfortunately this was not going to be a stereotypical Lifetime ending.
I tried to hide the terror in my eyes, and fixed my brows so they were no longer raised in questioning disgust and braced myself for what was about to come. He cupped my cheek in his hand and grazed my cheekbone with his rough thumb. His eyes fixed on mine and for a moment I wished that his eyes possessed the ability to change color with his moods, like mine, so I could somehow know what he was thinking; what his next move was going to be. I felt his hand start to pull my face towards his, but I pulled back resolutely. However, this didn’t stop his determination and he moved closer to me at the sight of my hesitation. He leaned in close to my face and I could feel his breathe mixing with mine. My legs started to shake and my stomach seemed to be rising into my throat. I tried to swallow all my nerves and keep a calm façade, but the thing that was terrifying me was not the fact that Cillian was about to kiss me, but the fact that I wanted him to.
Suddenly I decided to stop trying to resist and decided to give into the feelings I had been so stubbornly trying hide. Just because you kiss someone doesn’t mean that you are in love and that you are immediately going to have to sleep with them. He kept sweeping his thumb across cheek, lulling me into a false calm. He was way to good at that. We could have been having a shouting match because he had just slapped me in the face, but all he had to do was rub my back or huskily sing in my ear and I was done. I abrubtly became terrified thinking about what color red my face had turned because my entire body felt like it was on fire. I closed my eyes and took a step towards him just telling myself that if this was going to happen it had to happen now, but just as I finished the thought his eyes quickly darted from mine to something behind me. The icy blue color that stood out in my mind as the first thing I saw when I thought about him flashed with fear and I immediately knew something was wrong.
Before I could turn around Cillian pushed me to the ground and grabbed something from the desk at his right side and threw it at the thing I still couldn’t see behind me. I heard the sound of metal clinking on the ground and felt my stomach tighten because that sound always meant that you missed.
