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Awarlesta Black · 06-21-2015, 11:23 PM

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Originally Posted by nicole black

He had no idea what to do, or what to say to that. The woman he loved was agreeing with him, agreeing and thinking that she'd deserved the way he had spoken to her and.... and he hated himself and he hated the situation, but he could never hate her. "Even if it was... It wasn't okay, I'm sorry." He wanted to tell her he loved her too, but he... Couldn't manage the words.

"Rorie.. My mom is... she'd really sick." The words tasted bitter and cold like black coffee left to sit for too long. It hurt to admit them, almost as much as it had hurt to keep them locked up in his chest. He said nothing more, he couldn't it was too hard. Damien was only a boy after all, and one who had lead a charmed life... and now? Now it was all going to pieces.

Rorie looked away. His eyes looked like the dog's peepers when they watch you leave for the day. The kind of look that carries no hope. It hurt her. It hurt that she couldn't tell him how much she loved and cared for him without giving away her game.

She only turned back when he spoke again. "I...know. Barton told me...". Barton himself seemed to be surprised as well that the boy hadn't told her. It was almost humilating how much people knew they depended on each other. Ror kept still and quiet for a few moments, before moving in to embrace him tightly. "I'll send for my healer brother, so that he may keep tabs on her." She spoke softly, stroking his hair and back. "She'll be alright. I promise."

06-21-2015, 11:23 PM	#74 (permalink)
Awarlesta Black MO & IMC Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2012 Location: #1e3b69 #7ea16b Posts: 1,899 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sirius R. Hazelwood Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyx M. Lawrence Hufflepuff Fifth Year	Rucole Club Club\|\| film lyfe \|\| mac and cheese queen\|\| exits with trunkshot Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black He had no idea what to do, or what to say to that. The woman he loved was agreeing with him, agreeing and thinking that she'd deserved the way he had spoken to her and.... and he hated himself and he hated the situation, but he could never hate her. "Even if it was... It wasn't okay, I'm sorry." He wanted to tell her he loved her too, but he... Couldn't manage the words. "Rorie.. My mom is... she'd really sick." The words tasted bitter and cold like black coffee left to sit for too long. It hurt to admit them, almost as much as it had hurt to keep them locked up in his chest. He said nothing more, he couldn't it was too hard. Damien was only a boy after all, and one who had lead a charmed life... and now? Now it was all going to pieces. Rorie looked away. His eyes looked like the dog's peepers when they watch you leave for the day. The kind of look that carries no hope. It hurt her. It hurt that she couldn't tell him how much she loved and cared for him without giving away her game. She only turned back when he spoke again. "I...know. Barton told me...". Barton himself seemed to be surprised as well that the boy hadn't told her. It was almost humilating how much people knew they depended on each other. Ror kept still and quiet for a few moments, before moving in to embrace him tightly. "I'll send for my healer brother, so that he may keep tabs on her." She spoke softly, stroking his hair and back. "She'll be alright. I promise." __________________