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Ameh · 12-19-2008, 09:06 AM

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Originally Posted by NicoT

Nicholai calmly took Raiden's glass and poured him some water as he watched him in concern. "I haven't shown anyone, Raiden. But it explains alot." Nico paused, "Have you thought that telling people might make things easier? Not everyone; just your friends because they care about you."

Silently, Raiden took the glass of water and drew in a deep swig of it. It ran down his throat, icy-cold, cooling down his red-hot nerves that had flared into little flames at the sight of the letter. He should've gotten rid of it. Destroyed it. Done something with it... But no, he'd been stupid and now... Nicholai Toussaint knew about his condition.

"I... didn't want to tell anyone. I don't want them to worry about me," he said quietly. "When people worry about...that... they don't act the same around me. It's like they think I'm made of glass... one little thing could break me. And I don't want them to act differently around me. I want them to be themselves, and not be all worried."

He scratched the back of his head, fighting back the urge to cry. He had thought he'd been doing a good job of hiding it... but Nicholai Toussaint had said it explained a lot... So that meant that he'd not done a good enough job hiding it.

"You... could tell?" he asked, biting his lip as he stared down at the table. His right hand moved absently to the point where it trekked frequently, remaining as a half-clenched fist against his chest. He could feel the offending organ just below it, thumping a bit faster now, with this news. "I'm not... a very good liar."

12-19-2008, 09:06 AM	#66 (permalink)
Ameh DIMC Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ Quote: Originally Posted by NicoT Nicholai calmly took Raiden's glass and poured him some water as he watched him in concern. "I haven't shown anyone, Raiden. But it explains alot." Nico paused, "Have you thought that telling people might make things easier? Not everyone; just your friends because they care about you." Silently, Raiden took the glass of water and drew in a deep swig of it. It ran down his throat, icy-cold, cooling down his red-hot nerves that had flared into little flames at the sight of the letter. He should've gotten rid of it. Destroyed it. Done something with it... But no, he'd been stupid and now... Nicholai Toussaint knew about his condition. "I... didn't want to tell anyone. I don't want them to worry about me," he said quietly. "When people worry about...that... they don't act the same around me. It's like they think I'm made of glass... one little thing could break me. And I don't want them to act differently around me. I want them to be themselves, and not be all worried." He scratched the back of his head, fighting back the urge to cry. He had thought he'd been doing a good job of hiding it... but Nicholai Toussaint had said it explained a lot... So that meant that he'd not done a good enough job hiding it. "You... could tell?" he asked, biting his lip as he stared down at the table. His right hand moved absently to the point where it trekked frequently, remaining as a half-clenched fist against his chest. He could feel the offending organ just below it, thumping a bit faster now, with this news. "I'm not... a very good liar."