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NannyMcPhee · 07-22-2011, 11:39 PM

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Originally Posted by EmilyMalfoy

Did he not like hugging her? Isobel watched his face, because he looked...shocked maybe. She didn't know how to describe his expression. Did he not want her to hug him? She had.

"Sorry?" She offered, watching him. Though she wasn't really sorry, and it was clear in her tone of voice. If she had to do the whole thing over she would not do it any different. It had felt really good to hug Damien. In fact, she kind of wanted to do it again. But she wouldn't because it would probably freak him out and make him leave. She did not want him to leave.

Breathe. Remember to breathe.

He had to keep reminding himself of the air his lungs desperately needed. What was that -- that thing that just happened? One moment his arms were wrapped around Isobel, the girl he'd truly begun to care for -- and the next, it was as if his mind had turned into some sort of projector that was out of focus. The light -- the figure --

What was that?!

After taking a deep breath, Isobel's voice registered. His eyes turned upward to her since she was the one standing, and he, Damien, had sat down. "No --" he said softly shaking his head. "No, don't be sorry, Isobel --" he paused in an attempt to come up with an explanation of why he just pushed her away from him; especially after the close phcyical contact.

But he couldn't explain it.

"I'm the one who's sorry," he added. "I've -- I've been feeling ill the past couple days, and I guess it's -- finally caught up with me --"

He hated lying to her. It made him feel horrible, but how would he explain it to her otherwise? What would he say?

07-22-2011, 11:39 PM	#426 (permalink)
NannyMcPhee Formerly: Kimstar18 Beautiful Disaster Chaos Creator Moke Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Irish at heart <3 Posts: 8,554 Hogwarts RPG Name: Liam Coleman Seventh Year	Irish eyes \|\| Nanny McPhee Quote: Originally Posted by EmilyMalfoy Did he not like hugging her? Isobel watched his face, because he looked...shocked maybe. She didn't know how to describe his expression. Did he not want her to hug him? She had. "Sorry?" She offered, watching him. Though she wasn't really sorry, and it was clear in her tone of voice. If she had to do the whole thing over she would not do it any different. It had felt really good to hug Damien. In fact, she kind of wanted to do it again. But she wouldn't because it would probably freak him out and make him leave. She did not want him to leave. Breathe. Remember to breathe. He had to keep reminding himself of the air his lungs desperately needed. What was that -- that thing that just happened? One moment his arms were wrapped around Isobel, the girl he'd truly begun to care for -- and the next, it was as if his mind had turned into some sort of projector that was out of focus. The light -- the figure -- What was that?! After taking a deep breath, Isobel's voice registered. His eyes turned upward to her since she was the one standing, and he, Damien, had sat down. "No --" he said softly shaking his head. "No, don't be sorry, Isobel --" he paused in an attempt to come up with an explanation of why he just pushed her away from him; especially after the close phcyical contact. But he couldn't explain it. "I'm the one who's sorry," he added. "I've -- I've been feeling ill the past couple days, and I guess it's -- finally caught up with me --" He hated lying to her. It made him feel horrible, but how would he explain it to her otherwise? What would he say?