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SilverTiger · 07-27-2009, 10:27 PM

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Originally Posted by H_Grainger1322

Robert paced back and forth irritated at himself, irritated at Liz, irritated at Mariska for the memories.... He ran his uninjured hand through his hair in frustration. Why... Why did it have to be Mariska of all people that his mind always compares things to. Her and Liz were as different as night and day. He reached his injured hand back again and was about to punch the wall again not caring that it would probably break his hand this time when he heard his name behind him. Turning around swiftly, his eyes wide in initial shock, before he regained himself and started to turn around. Feeling her move closer and take his hand he closed his eyes and turned to look at her. "Because a wall isn't a person and won't hurt anything but myself..." he whispered. He watched as she reached to grab her wand but didn't stop her. His jaw and uninjured fist was still slightly clenched but his anger was beginning to fade...slowly. His quick temper had always been a bad habit of his with anyone except his father.

Still being really careful, Elizabeth stood her ground, and kept a hand around his injured one, as she saw Robert was still angry. She hoped he wouldn't hurt her, part of her knew he wouldn't, and as he answered her question, her expression turned a tiny bit solemn. "You shouldn't have to hurt yourself because of me," she whispered, before bringing her attention back to his bleeding knuckles. Biting her lip as she tried to concentrate, she pointed her wand at his hand, whispering a healing spell and then watching as at least the bleeding stopped. Sighing, she looked up at him again contritely. "I tried, but I think that's the best I can do. And I'm sorry." For making him worry, yelling at him, making him hurt himself, everything. Dropping his hand, she looked down, unsure of what was going to happen next.

07-27-2009, 10:27 PM	#334 (permalink)
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