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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:49 am
One hand moved up, a hand finding the back of his head as she let him hold her, and held him back.
Breathing was still difficult, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as it had before. Her body had been right.
Long fingers slow down smooth hair, closing her eyes tightly as she heard him speak again.
"I m-" She started, but was dragged to a stop.
As if she was suddenly aware of what was going on, Faleen stiffened, something snapping back into her mind, the same voice that told her over and over again how bad of an idea this was.
This was just going to get her hurt again.
And all at once, she felt the pain she had felt from every human being she had ever permitted herself to open up too.
This pain was enough to draw Faleen back, hands moving to Hayes' shoulder as she sat up away from him, wearing a look of shock, and fear.
"I- I'm so sorry" She gasped out "I don't know why- I"
She slipped back further, her face red, trying to tuck her hair behind her ears as she went through he motions she usually did while composing herself, only the movements were quick and panicked.
What was she DOING!? what was she thinking!? She couldn't afford to do this! This was dangerous!
She was back on her side of the couch fumbling with her shoes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:42 am
A sigh escaped the blond as he relaxed into her touch, letting his fingers make slow circles on her back. Maybe, finally there was-
-nothing in his arms but air.
For a moment he wasn't sure what happened, how he ended up thrown back against the sofa's side. Then reality kicked in, kicked him with physical force. His limbs dangled uselessly over the back and armrest, burns raw under their gauze; he stared at Faleen with a wide-eyed, unprotected expression.
He felt weak and full of ice.
Slowly, he remembered how to move. First his jaw, closed with an audible click. Then his throat; on the second try he managed to swallow. His mouth worked in little hesitant movements, unwilling to open until he'd arranged the words inside. He sucked a dram of air into his lungs and forced his face to smile.
"It's okay," he lied. Repeated it and looked away, because the sight of her was suddenly a wound.
"It's okay."
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:04 am
There was a voice screaming at her to run away, run away as fast and as far as she could.
She couldn't ignore this voice, as she finally got her flats on and was on her feet.
It was then that the sadness hit her, mixing in with the panic, making her legs feel heavy as she tried to move them.
It was overwhelming.
She couldn't get herself to say anything more, couldn't even bring herself to look at him, frightened that if she did, whatever this feeling she had in her now would become unbearable.
She walked briskly to the door, opened it and stepped out, being oddly careful to close the door behind her, but not without catching one last glance.. at the expression on his face.
The hall was empty, quiet, cut off only by the strained, ragged breathing of a very red faced Agent wearing a lost expression.
She slid her fingers through her hair nervously as her eyes stared at the ground blankly, before beginning her walk back to her room with a brisk stride.
By the time she was back in the Agent floor she was half running to reach her door, pulling it open and closed so quickly that Umbreon had jumped up in surprise and taken on a defensive stance, growling thickly before he noticed, with surprise, that Faleen was sliding down the door with her back pressed against it, breathing hard and holding her head.
The dark type streaked over to her with concern, ears laying flat, wide, red eyes trying to find her face in the tangle of arms and hair now sitting at his level.
"Breon" He cooed to her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:19 am
It was closed now, defeated, all the muscles locked to keep something at bay.
Switch started when the door closed, ears dropping low. He left his warm hollow with a rustle and slunk up on the sofa, a shadow with shining eyes.
Hayes pulled off his glasses and dug the heel of his hand against his eyes. After a while he reached out without looking, leaving damp spikes in the short yellow fur.
"s**t."
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