Can you do #52 and 54 with Sean Cassidy???? There is such a lack of him on this site
52. “Can I kiss you?” + 54. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”
A/N: I agree, there is a lack of Sean! It’s so unfortunate.
He was an acquired taste, that was certain. His personality was a bit different; he definitely didn’t fit the mold of society.
But that was what you loved about him.
Dorky, goofy, awkward Sean Cassidy – that was the person that you fell head over heels in love with, although you never, ever showed it. Then again, you never showed much of any emotion, but that was mainly so that you could keep the out of control fire that you had inside of you quelled and controlled.
You had a mutation of spontaneous combustion, and you could control and create fire at your will. Well, more or less “at your will”, considering that it usually appeared by accident whenever your emotions were out of whack. Due to the fact that you didn’t have much control over your “gift” as Charles called it, you were resigned to showing few, if any, emotions in your day to day life around other people. That’s just what you did. You had achieved an outer look of calm, tricking your mind into relaxing so that you wouldn’t accidentally set someone on fire.
Every time that he would talk to you, you wanted to show all of the emotions that he was giving you through facial expressions, like everyone else, but you knew that you couldn’t do that.
And so, every single time that he tried to talk to you about anything, you would always keep a blank face and respond almost monotonously, effectively giving him the impression that you didn’t like him at all.
That wasn’t it, at all, but he didn’t know that. How could he?
Finally, one day, he just went up to you and asked you, “Do you hate me?”
“What?” you wondered back, beyond confused.
“Do you hate me?” Sean asked you, and you felt as though all of your hopes and dreams had suddenly come collapsing down on you all at once.
You shook your head, “No.”
“Because your words say one thing, and – and then your body language says another,” he said.
“I don’t hate you,” you confessed. “I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”
“What do you…mean?” he asked you, and you decided to just give in. All of your cards were basically already out on the table, you had to finish the game.
“I like you, Sean,” you said, allowing the smallest of expression to shine through your voice, “I like you a lot. I only seem cold and distant from people because of my mutation, and it’s really a hassle because I can’t show too much emotion without setting myself, or something on fire. I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t like you–”
At that, he just stopped you completely and threw his arms around you in a solid hug, where you were pressed against him and he was pressed against you in a warm embrace.
When he pulled away from the hug, he looked into your eyes and asked, “Can I kiss you?”
And you nodded your head in response.