Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2015 13:43:46 GMT -5
Something was very, very clearly wrong. She wouldn't look at him. He could see she was worrying at her lip, and while he couldn't see the tears he could feel her anguish. Or, well, perhaps he was projecting his own anguish. Liam had no idea what was wrong, and now that she'd admitted she was in fact not alright, he was paralyzed with worry. What does he say now? What does he do? What had happened already? Why couldn't there just be some assailant for him to beat back and have it all be done with?
Why? The question made no sense. It set him even more at a loss as he struggled to understand what she might be meaning. Why would they go in a warm inn? Why did he think she might be tired and cold and wet? Why what, gracious Maker?!
Her question, though, stunned him. There were a few thoughts that ran through him, but the most prevalent had his throat suddenly tight and his stomach bunching up. Why wouldn't he be kind to her? Was she offended that he tried to help her? He couldn't think of a good answer right away, and found himself blinking at her. He stood dumbly in the pouring rain, taking absolutely no notice of it but hearing his own thoughts loud and clear: why not?
"I, I... Uh... Well I..." he blinked some more. Probably his attempts at words so far would not have been heard, the sound of rain just enough to drown out his weak voice, but the opening of closing of his mouth would be seen as she now was able to look at him again.
He swallowed. He felt embarrassed, saddened if not hurt, and confused. Was she sending him away? Was he supposed to walk away, let her handle the clear injury and truth of the injustice he hadn't all the details for?
"Do you not want me to?" It was clear the question held much weight for the red-haired man, his tone rather raw and soft in a way his voice usually wasn't. He was looking at her with a piercing glance, eyes full of an emotion that might be muddled and unclear as it was just as foreign to him. Had he misread, or misunderstood, something by her so badly that he had pushed her away?
And, his next worry... if she said "no", would he insist in seeing that she was cared for anyways? Or would he be capable of simply walking away?
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@leonasforza
SO MUCH SAD FACE!
Why? The question made no sense. It set him even more at a loss as he struggled to understand what she might be meaning. Why would they go in a warm inn? Why did he think she might be tired and cold and wet? Why what, gracious Maker?!
Her question, though, stunned him. There were a few thoughts that ran through him, but the most prevalent had his throat suddenly tight and his stomach bunching up. Why wouldn't he be kind to her? Was she offended that he tried to help her? He couldn't think of a good answer right away, and found himself blinking at her. He stood dumbly in the pouring rain, taking absolutely no notice of it but hearing his own thoughts loud and clear: why not?
"I, I... Uh... Well I..." he blinked some more. Probably his attempts at words so far would not have been heard, the sound of rain just enough to drown out his weak voice, but the opening of closing of his mouth would be seen as she now was able to look at him again.
He swallowed. He felt embarrassed, saddened if not hurt, and confused. Was she sending him away? Was he supposed to walk away, let her handle the clear injury and truth of the injustice he hadn't all the details for?
"Do you not want me to?" It was clear the question held much weight for the red-haired man, his tone rather raw and soft in a way his voice usually wasn't. He was looking at her with a piercing glance, eyes full of an emotion that might be muddled and unclear as it was just as foreign to him. Had he misread, or misunderstood, something by her so badly that he had pushed her away?
And, his next worry... if she said "no", would he insist in seeing that she was cared for anyways? Or would he be capable of simply walking away?
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@leonasforza
SO MUCH SAD FACE!