WyattEchlion
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- Posted: Sun, 17 Feb 2013 02:12:57 +0000
-The male would sigh, but he did welcome her company, even if he didn't verbally say it. He would press some of his dwindling magic into a movement spell, pulling one of the porch chairs around to be placed behind her, next to him-
"I am... doing fine. I won't be recovered for some time though, for reasons I would rather not go into."
-He would let go of his crutches, and they would fall, but before they could hit the ground, they would glow and disperse into silver dust, floating up and forming into an acoustic guitar on his lap. He would pick it up, his left hand on the bridge, his right draped over the wooden body, and would pluck a few strings as he tuned the instrument-
"What I said... was not meant as an insult. It was meant as a foreboding... because I cannot feel anything..."
-He would look at her with a skeptic look-
"As in my nerves do not work for my skin. I can feel pain, but as for my sense of touch, it is gone..."
-He would look at his right hand as he plucked the strings-
"I cannot feel the metal of these strings as they pull across my fingers..."
-He would pull his right hand away a bit and look at it-
"Nor can I feel the soft skin of my love... or the breeze of the wind on my skin."
-He would go back to plucking strings, still tuning-
"I can feel none of this. I haven't for a while now... just a bit after I left Hollie the last time... So I spoke from experience, and wished to convey how much hell it will truly be..."
"I am... doing fine. I won't be recovered for some time though, for reasons I would rather not go into."
-He would let go of his crutches, and they would fall, but before they could hit the ground, they would glow and disperse into silver dust, floating up and forming into an acoustic guitar on his lap. He would pick it up, his left hand on the bridge, his right draped over the wooden body, and would pluck a few strings as he tuned the instrument-
"What I said... was not meant as an insult. It was meant as a foreboding... because I cannot feel anything..."
-He would look at her with a skeptic look-
"As in my nerves do not work for my skin. I can feel pain, but as for my sense of touch, it is gone..."
-He would look at his right hand as he plucked the strings-
"I cannot feel the metal of these strings as they pull across my fingers..."
-He would pull his right hand away a bit and look at it-
"Nor can I feel the soft skin of my love... or the breeze of the wind on my skin."
-He would go back to plucking strings, still tuning-
"I can feel none of this. I haven't for a while now... just a bit after I left Hollie the last time... So I spoke from experience, and wished to convey how much hell it will truly be..."