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 Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 11:37 am
"Why...wouldn't you think it?" She looked at him, generally surprised as well. "Don't you think, somewhere deep in your heart? Somewhere that it was wrong? How do you know he isn't part of that, acting that way? Chaos has a way of ruining people." She shook her head, "Chaos is evil. Even in our friends."
She shut her mouth and then rose again, pacing. Everything about it sounded so wrong, but Asha had saved him from being corrupted, so it made her wonder even more. Was Asha really their friend? Why didn't he just come back? Why was it hard to do that, but rescue Lorne?
"I'm sorry." She flinched at his tears, running her finger over his cheek. "I don't trust them, and I'm scared about it. I just...I don't want to lose you. Or Colin, or Scholomance. I can't lose you guys too...."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:00 am
"No, " and his answer was soft as he ever was, fractured and choked by what he'd seen and done today, heavy with his own overflowing emotions barely kept retrained to begin with. But there was a steely resolve underlying it, because if there was one thing Lorne Benoit had, it was not strength, magical or not. It was not dancing. It was not art. It was faith. Infallible, unshakable faith in his friends, one thing he knew he could always believe and take solace in as he struggled to find his place in the span of their secret war. "No, I don't think that.. a-and I'd - I'd prefer - prefer not to discuss it anymore, please. Please."
The second plea was less resolute and much softer, truly pleading with her. He did not want to do this, not with her, and especially not now.
Lorne didn't want that either. He didn't want - scared - "I was so scared Nadia, " and he half-whispered it like he was confiding in her a secret, one begrudgingly told, all but ripped from his throat, but too heavy to keep on his own. His hands were shaking and his breath was quick and harsh. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as though that would do anything to quell the surge of emotion; instead tears poured down his face, big and hot against his flushed cheeks, and he choked on his own sob. He half looked away, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. "I was so scared. I - "
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2015 12:51 pm
Nadia was probably a shitty girlfriend for pressing him, or making him think of something other then the good of Asha. It wasn't her fault entirely but the thing that she loved about Lorne was his openess and caring heart.
"I wish I had been there." she ran a finger over his cheek, up to his hair to brush it back. "I wish I had been there. I wish you didn't have to fear being corrupted....I wish..." She shook her head.
"Maybe...Maybe we can ask another knight. I've seen them that glow like myself. Maybe there is a way..." She nodded. "We'll find a way Lorne." Her head lowered, placing lips over his forehead and then down to his mouth, laying gently there.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 5:36 am
If only she knew how wrong she was - that the last thing she was being was shitty - and even if she hadn't been so close to the truth, even with his frustration and upset, Lorne would've never thought such a thing. He knew she was just worried about him, on some level. He just -
It was Ploutonion. And how many times now had he kept him safe?
He flinched when she touched him - and then seemed to realize belatedly what he'd done and flashed her an apologetic look. More than apologetic, really, more desperate and intense than that, yellow eyes bright with tears still and his breath catching painfully in his throat as he fought back tears. He was failing. Badly.
"I-it's not - your - " Fault. They both knew what he meant. Although even as he said it, not in any accusatory way, but a way he knew was completely selfish, he wished she could have been there. He wished anyone was, her or Aegir or Thrymr or Scholomance, any or all of them. Before Ploutonion had come, he'd been alone; he'd been alone and desperate and clawing and so so damn scared, he -
He kissed her back, passionately, desperately, even as more wetness seeped down his cheeks, and he cupped her cheek even though his fingers were shaking.
Another knight. Someone like Methone. Someone with a connection to their planet, strong and unbreakable.
If knights were anything like that... how could he ever hope to have it? His connection to his wonder was... it wasn't. It might never be.
"I'm not going out alone again." That much he said with steely resolution, even if a tremor lingered in his voice, after the kiss had ended. He kept his hand on her cheek and pursed his lips, biting down hard on the lower one as he lightly shook his head. "I can't. I can't do it anymore."
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