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Krel Ansell · 02-09-2016, 02:58 AM

Text Cut: Damien

Daisy didn't blanch at the approach of another person. His presence wasn't offensive or distracting. Damien's presence always - was. She couldn't explain it. Unlike the sometimes unbidden rage or irritation Noah elicited in her, Damien made her feel...well, if she had to express it in a tangible feeling, she'd say sad. He had a sadness about him that seeped out. He always had, and she wagered he always would.

"Why?" she said defensively in response to his comment. She said it automatically feeling a bit guilty at her lack of presence this year. Only as soon as the word left her mouth, she regretted it. Damien's tone hadn't been accusatory, it had been - observatory. But she had started down the defensive path and didn't know how to backtrack. So, she plowed onward, knowing she'd probably regret it later. "It's a lovely day out. Why shouldn't I be outside enjoying it?"

02-09-2016, 02:58 AM	#123 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Damien Quote: Originally Posted by NannyMcPhee Something about the water was comforting to Damien. If you asked him to explain this reasoning ... well ... you'd be waiting for that explanation for a long time. Maybe it was the sound. The sight? The smell. Regardless, it was one of the very few things that could actually calm whatever panic attacks have been plaguing him recently. He happened upon a group of students and successfully avoided them ... some kind of lovers spat, perhaps? Damien rolled up the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt and fidgeted with the leather cuff on his wrist. His skin was itching so he did his best to twist it around to ease the discomfort. Another figure came into focus and he recognized (again one of the few) people at Hogwarts who he attempted to carry a conversation with. Daisy seemed to realize that he was the "strong but silent type", yet she had a knack for telling him he was being a git without caring what the reaction would be. "I'm kind of surprised to see you down here," he said, Irish accent flowing before clearing his throat. Daisy didn't blanch at the approach of another person. His presence wasn't offensive or distracting. Damien's presence always - was. She couldn't explain it. Unlike the sometimes unbidden rage or irritation Noah elicited in her, Damien made her feel...well, if she had to express it in a tangible feeling, she'd say sad. He had a sadness about him that seeped out. He always had, and she wagered he always would. "Why?" she said defensively in response to his comment. She said it automatically feeling a bit guilty at her lack of presence this year. Only as soon as the word left her mouth, she regretted it. Damien's tone hadn't been accusatory, it had been - observatory. But she had started down the defensive path and didn't know how to backtrack. So, she plowed onward, knowing she'd probably regret it later. "It's a lovely day out. Why shouldn't I be outside enjoying it?" __________________