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 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:40 am
I don't want that side to exist, Mot. Her eyes had widened, just enough to indicate that there was more than anger in her voice. It was something desperate. Something just a touch past fearful. She must never exist. And if someone sees, in me, even an inkling of her, I will-
She bit her metaphorical tongue, and her eyes lost that wild glint, the emotion ebbing away from them. Soon, she was back to her normal, enigmatic self.
We should just.. stop. This discussion will get us nowhere. I apologize if I seemed rough on you - know that it is only because your opinion of me matters. It matters greatly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:45 am
"Well.. if it is any consolation, Captain. My opinion of you remains very high. Otherwise I don't think making you upset would have bothered me so much." He smiled uncertainly, hoping to get back on her good side.
He held out a hand, "Truce? She doesn't exist in you. I won't bring it up anymore."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 1:00 am
Riley flickered her eyes at the hand quickly, and then back up at Mot. Her expression wavered, before she reached out and pulled him into a loose, gentle hug. Her hand pressed against the back of his head and she held him there, for just a moment.
Then her eyes hardened, and she let go. Taking a step back, it was clear her expression had returned to something much more comfortable. That would be appreciated. Thank you. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I know you didn't mean to upset me, I really do. I'm just a little lost right now. Her eyes thinned, crinkling at their edges. I'll be fine soon, but for now.. well. Thank you, regardless.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 6:45 pm
The hug surprised him, leaving him unsure if he should retur it or not. He'd thought he'd made her so mad that even a hand shake would be pushing it. But a hug from an ilithid? It had to be special, right?
He blushed every slightly, painfully obvious with his pale skin as faint as it was. She pulled away, and Mot rubbed his neck, smiling bashfully. This meant they were cool, right? "You're.. welcome." Mot replied.
"I'm not much help, but.. if you feel lost again? I can always be an ear for you. I don't have the best advice, but saying how you feel to someone out loud can be therapeutic."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 7:05 pm
If she felt lost..
Riley hesitated. If she had a mouth, it would have opened and closed multiple times. As it was, her eyes told the story of her consideration, but in the end, what little hesitation sparked within died. She nodded, a slow and careful gesture. Thank you, Mot. It means a lot to me that you would offer that. I will keep it in mind.
He looked embarrassed, and she felt conflicted. I should go. I'll see you again soon, I hope?
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 7:07 pm
Mot smiled innocently, nodding and lifting up his shoulders as his hands slid into his pockets. "Okay! Don't be a stranger, Captain."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 7:17 pm
The boil was so innocent. So naive. So much like.. her.
I already am, Mot. She patted his shoulder and continued to walk down the hall, and out of sight.
I already am.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 7:24 pm
Mot's face fell. Already was? He watched as she walked away, his heart falling, sinking in his chest. It hurt. To hear someone he considered a friend call themselves a stranger. It hurt so badly. Was he just not attentive enough? He'd been so terrible with keeping in touch with people he assumed were his friends. Maybe he really was a strange. Maybe she was a stranger.
The reaper frowned deeply, sulking as he made his way out of the school.
He really was a bad friend, huh?
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