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Tazenhani · 03-30-2011, 04:30 AM

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

Arya was more than glad he didn't push her away, not that he'd ever done so before, but something about him wasn't right and had her on edge. Wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head on his shoulder and let her eyes slide close. She was certain that there was something that was bothering him, something he wanted to talk about with him, and she decided not to think on that for a moment, to just be held.

There was nothing better than holding Arya. And nothing worse than knowing it would be one of the last times he could. Whether that last was temporary or indefinitely, it hurt the same. But it was those thoughts that accompained both periods of time, the segment of absence in both that gave him the most pain, the most fear. And how he was supposed to talk about it, he had no idea. He had no want to.

But he had no choice. While he wanted to keep her his for forever, it was a want that was likely based in fantastical reality.

"...You...must be excited for next year." The words came out slowly and carefully along with a gradual breath, fear and apprehension rising in his gut as numbness set in with the images of a future projection. One without him in it.

03-30-2011, 04:30 AM	#197 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by grangerfan8 Arya was more than glad he didn't push her away, not that he'd ever done so before, but something about him wasn't right and had her on edge. Wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head on his shoulder and let her eyes slide close. She was certain that there was something that was bothering him, something he wanted to talk about with him, and she decided not to think on that for a moment, to just be held. There was nothing better than holding Arya. And nothing worse than knowing it would be one of the last times he could. Whether that last was temporary or indefinitely, it hurt the same. But it was those thoughts that accompained both periods of time, the segment of absence in both that gave him the most pain, the most fear. And how he was supposed to talk about it, he had no idea. He had no want to. But he had no choice. While he wanted to keep her his for forever, it was a want that was likely based in fantastical reality. "...You...must be excited for next year." The words came out slowly and carefully along with a gradual breath, fear and apprehension rising in his gut as numbness set in with the images of a future projection. One without him in it. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.