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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 1:19 pm
He gave a wordless nod, trying to relax under her ministrations, though it was difficult. Fritz closed his eyes, and the first touch of the salve made his stomach flex involuntarily against the cold, a little hiss escaping from between clenched teeth.
But Regan was surprisingly gentle in her touches, and eventually the initial shock of the chill smoothed out into warmth. Fritz opened his eyes and turned his head, ever so slightly, to look at her, one of his hands resting on his stomach (away from the bruises), the other resting with the back of it against his forehead.
She was frowning again, irritated, or something else. Fritz let his eyes trace the hardened lines of her expression, wondering what she was thinking, whether she still found him obstinate, angering, frustrating.
His mouth opened and then closed again, Fritz's gaze widening for a fraction of a second before it softened again.
"My hands are fine," he said gently, ignoring the fact that everything else was, in fact, very, very far from fine. His head, his body, his mind, none of it was fine. "But..maybe you're right. Maybe I am stupid."
In many ways.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 5:46 pm
"Getting in fights, Getting beat up like this." She kept her hands a gentle stroke over his body, "This is far worst then you pretend it is Fritz, What were you thinking? Why didn't you run?" She reached up and looked at the mark on his head, leaning over closer to him.
"You don't deserve this." She whispered sadly, "You don't deserve these marks."
And she moved back slowly, feeling the anger subside and the emotions come back to place. Regan was not meant for explosions. Fits, rages, attitude. She was picked on because she didn't respond like others wanted.
Why was it Fritz always managed to make her so upset.
"I was lying. You aren't stupid." She said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 6:57 pm
He watched her silently, pushing aside the haze, trying to stay afloat. It was a side of Regan he had never seen before; the expressions on her face were ones he wasn't used to; the first shifting of her careful, stony facade that he had seen.
Fritz reached out as she pulled away, his fingers closing around her wrist. It wasn't until after he'd done it that he was aware of moving at all; that he was aware that he didn't want her closing off herself yet again, because he had a window, and he was desperate to take it.
He swallowed hard, his head aching.
"Regan," said Fritz quietly. "You don't deserve them either."
He kept his grasp without being painful, Celsus's throat dry. He knew he was being irrational; that this was a pointless friendship to try and pursue, but he couldn't just let her be pushed around, even if he didn't know her. She was too young to have given up on life so easily.
He gave her wrist a little squeeze, still loose, so that she could pull away at any moment.
"Thank you," he said softly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 11:20 am
"I..." Her face shifted into confused, and at first she didn't understand what he was saying. What marks. And then it slowly came back to her, because he was worried about her even though he was under her care right now, and that made her nervous.
"Stop worrying about me." She scolded, trying to show that she wasn't shaken by his words. By the way his hand, which was much larger then hers could hold her wrist so gently, that she could be treated with anything more, physically, then pain.
She stood up almost immediately, holding her hands up and looking at him. The slow rise of red was something she didn't notice on her cheeks and she was so very confused.
"Don't thank me yet." It all disappeared again, washed away and she scoffed, walking over to her kitchen sink to wash it off. Her hands shook under the water. "That's just to relax the muscles and make sure they heal. Its no miracle cure. You're gonna be feeling this for awhile." She dried her hands and came back over.
"Do you have anyone you need to call?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 4:47 pm
He saw the shift, and it made, inexplicably, his pulse quicken. Maybe he was getting through to Regan; maybe, for the first time, he was allowed to see a different side of her, and it made him dizzy with the knowledge. Fritz's eyes scanned the side of her face, searching for the bruise he knew that had been there before, wondering if it was still there.
But she had pulled back now, and Fritz felt the shuttering off, the closing of her emotions. He swallowed hard, feeling the growing disappointment, and tried to figure out what it meant; his desperation to get her to admit that it was not how life simply was burned into his mind.
Her cheeks were red. Fritz stared up at her, and yet nothing was discernible to him.
She was turning away now, Regan's back to him, and Fritz closed his eyes, his chest tightening. He lifted a bruised hand and rubbed at his face, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers and exhaling a long, painful breath.
There must be some way that I can get through to her.
He heard her footsteps as she came back, and his hand dropped down once more, Fritz opening his eyes.
"No," he said, and the question lanced through him like a physical pain, Fritz staring at the ceiling, a dull flush of shame rising in his cheeks. "No, there's...there's no one."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 10:39 pm
Ah, Something must've happened with his twin. Regan didn't bother asking about it though, as the man was already in pain, and whatever he had with his family was his business. She didn't pry.
She went about her small living room and gathered some pieces for her model, as well as the binder that she needed to finish for her school work and spread them out on the coffee table in front of her couch. Then she turned the TV on a very low tone where Storage Wars played in the background on a fuzzy screen.
Ever so slowly she sank in front of the couch, resting her back against the soft frame and adjusted her ponytail so that it wouldn't bother Fritz. Her gaze lingered over her shoulder at him and she mulled over the right words to say.
"Then you can stay here for a bit." She said, as if she was offering but also telling him. "I got homework and some model work to do, and no school tomorrow, so I can stay up late until you wanna leave." Want, not have to. "Er, if you...like want to watch something else....I have like five other channels." She looked down at her schoolwork, not really ashamed of her lack of cable, just that...he might find her boring and attempt to leave in his condition anyways.
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