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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 5:39 pm
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She spent a few days avoid him, unaware that he too had been avoiding her to give her space. She felt awful, the feeling as hard to describe as the feelings she felt for the sandy male. Maeve was aware that her reaction likely hurt Remo because not only did she reject him, she fled without another word and if he came to her and asked why...well she'd hesitate and find that she would have no answer to give him. No matter how long she pondered over the question, no matter how hard she thought about it she wasn't able to come up with a valid explanation of why she had fled so desperately from him.
Well..except one.
She didn't know how to deal with love.
The lioness was a pretty one and had always been keenly aware of that fact. It was the reason that interactions with males had always been easy for her, flirting came naturally but what didn't were emotions. Or rather the ability to understand her own emotions, she thought herself to be fairly talented when it came to reading others and now, she mused that it was because she so harshly rejected her own.
She had never let herself become the victim of her emotions. Her mother had been a proud lioness and had passed on to her daughter that emotions could make some weak, what she hadn't shared was that those very same emotions could make someone strong. Perhaps that was why she had rejected her friend's confession of love.
Truthfully, the idea of love and a relationship terrified the dark colored female.
She set out, away from her den with no direction so it surprised her when she found herself not too far from Remo's den. She swallowed, heart pounding on her chest. Why had she come here? He probably didn't want to see her, would that still be able to be friends after she so coldly rejected him?
She hesitated in her steps forward, unable to concentrate over the pounding in her ears.
Then she realized, she didn't want to be friends with him. No, she wanted something more.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:26 am
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The last few days hadn't really been spent in thought, like Maeve. In fact, Remo was quite determined not to think, though he still did at time anyways. He found he was surprisingly good at thinking about nothing, and had spent a strange amount of time musing over frogs. Like, how the heck did they grow from tadpoles? Did they have friends? Maybe they had little frog clans, and they had battles sometimes. Maybe they had love! Maybe they got rejected too.
And when he got at that point he'd just decide to think about, or do, other things.
Now, though, he was actually hunting a frog. This childish activity was good enough to keep him distracted, though soon he should probably try catching a decent meal. Mteremo hadn't had a decent meal in a while, since he found he was unusually clumsy.
He had been doing his frog-chasing in the area around his den, and honestly hadn't expected the lioness to ever come here. So, inevitably, he found her by literally crashing through the underbrush after a frog (not the ideal way to hunt them!), and end up sprawling in the mud, a only a few feet before her.
He scowled. Dumb frog got awa-- "Maeve!" He blinked, surprised. Then he remembered how awkward things must be together and scrambled to hit feet, ending up in a sitting position and sliding backwards away from her.
"Uh. Hi!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:46 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:56 am
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Her discomfort was far from reassuring, and it was contagious. He looked away, not wanting to crowd her, instead focusing on a leaf in the mud. Mteremo began to wish she hadn't come, because at this point things simply looked bleak between them, something that was clearly his fault. Maybe he should apologize to her.
When she first attempted to speak, he looked up briefly, then back down. The second time he didn't raise his head, but did look at her paws instead of the leaf. "Yeah." He said, and wondered if this was going to end out good, bad or awful. Mteremo wondered, briefly, if he felt bitter. Being who he was, however, and her being Maeve, it seemed impossible. "I guess we do."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:39 pm
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The apology was a little surprising, and strange. He had done a very good job of convincing himself this was all his fault, and that he had overstepped some boundary. So Mteremo felt like it would be fair for him to accept an apology, because she need not apologize.
...a small part of him, however, was comforted.
"You don't need to apologize. It's alright, I understand." He said, somehow managing to keep any nervousness out of his voice. "You shouldn't feel bad for not feeling the same way." Mteremo shrugged. No one had to love anyone, and that was alright. He could deal with that. He was a bit curious about the bit of handling emotions, and what she meant about handling her own emotions. At the risk of sounding self centered, wasn't the issue here handling his affections? He raised his eyes to look at her, briefly, then became shy again and looked away.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 2:26 pm
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"It's not that!" She exclaimed quickly after he spoke. No, it wasn't that. Not at all. "It's not that I--" Uh-oh there was that hesitation of hers again. Guh, why was this so difficult for her? She wasn't used to being tongue tied, it sucked. "Well it's more like..." she sighed starting to lose her nerve. She looked down at the ground again, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
It's okay, you can do this.
"I've always been taught that love made a person weak," she started. That was a good start right? Well probably not something he wanted to hear but it was the start to perhaps a long-winded confession. "Love makes someone weak because it's an emotion and emotions are hard to control. My mother was proud, like myself, and she claimed that she had never fallen in love and never would," a pause, "She never showed me how to actually deal or handle my emotions, so I learned to reject and ignore them. If it wasn't something I wanted someone to see then it had no purpose."
She didn't know if she was making any sense.
"So I don't know how to deal with my emotions and..." another sigh. "The idea of being in love or being in a relationship. A real relationship scares me. It terrifies me because I don't know if I can handle it. So I'm not saying that I love you back because...I don't know if I do but what I do know is that I feel something for you that I've never felt before." She rambled in one breath. "I don't want to be friends." There was a pregnant pause as she sucked in a breath. "I think I want to be more."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:50 pm
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The strength of her reply got his attention, and his eyes snapped back up to meet her own. This time he didn't look away, bt his brows furrowed, and he gave her the most curious expression. What was she talking about?
Mteremo supposed it actually wasn't very polite of him, but he didn't really pay as much attention as he should have to what she said after that. Something about not being able to handle emotions, her mother being proud... it didn't really matter, now, did it? But what was making the edge of his lip curl up into a rather crooked, barely-even-a-smile smile, was because it all boiled down to the fact that she didn't exactly not feel the same way.
Yes, she said she was scared of a relationship. And she didn't really know if she loved him. But most importantly, Maeve said she didn't want to be friends. She said she wanted more. And in many ways, this was a victory.
Of course, smirking at her was hardly decent, and he understood that being excited wasn't the proper way to respond to what she had just told him. So when he spoke, he was careful. "I... do too, Maeve. And I think we could try things out. I know," or at least now he knew for certain, "that it scares you. And I respect that. I'm glad you told me this. I guess what I can say is we could take it slow, and you can have plenty of time to decide what you want, or learn how to handle this all. I never meant to put you in an uncomfortable spot, and I never wish to do it again."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 8:52 pm
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He was glad she did that, because since she had taken the initiative he could feel even more like this was something she also wanted. Mteremo still tensed up initially at the touch, due to how unexpected it had been, but quickly turned accepting, tilting his head slightly so he could touch her, before she stepped back.
"That's good." he smiled, tail curling behind him. He felt like they needed to do things, or maybe just relax. He glanced down, and briefly realized he was still rather muddy, from his adventure in frog hunting. "I guess I best find deeper waters and wash up." Mteremo said, offering Maeve a lame grin. "Would you like to come with me?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 7:47 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 7:58 am
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