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 Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 11:12 pm
"...What?" Amrita practically yelped, both hurt and offended that he would even consider such a thing. She tore her hands from his, holding herself no matter how much it hurt to do so. That well of guilt inside her darkened, twisting until it was just a pit of anger. "How dare you even suggest that! I don't let anyone come with me!" Her lips peeled back to briefly show her teeth, her eye narrowed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 11:17 pm
His motions became faster, angrier now, a few grunts escaping his throat to emphasize where his lack of voice failed, "Should-not-go-alone!! Could-have-been-killed! Killed-and-I'd-be-powerless-to-stop-it! Cannot-raise-dead! What-good-comes-of-going-alone! Hospital! Twice! And-no-one-even-tells-me! Never-know-until-too-late!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 11:28 pm
"What good? It's one less of us they have to target. They don't know who I am and nobody here but you and maybe three others know me either, and I'm keeping it that way!" She argued right back, her hands curling into as tight a fist as she could manage, and sneered at his observation. "Three times now, actually." Why she corrected him she wasn't sure, the words were just tumbling out before she could stop or edit them. "And with the exception of the first time, nobody knew. This isn't anyone's problem but mine, and it will never be anyone else's problem!"
"It's a moot point now, but the first time? I tried to call you to help me." Except she had been on the verge of blacking out, and had clicked Aymet's name instead. It was lucky she even got a chance to call for help; the second time she had been well enough to take herself to the infirmary, but this time, the third, Night found her and carried her out.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 11:32 pm
"Got-no-such-call!" His hands flew with the words, but his eyes were red and glassy with tears, face contorting from anger to a trembling sort of terror. "If-something-were-to-happen-to-you-that-cannot-be-stitched-fixed-" He stopped himself, hands balling to rest stiff at his sides as he turned to pretend to be busy with something on his desk while he tried to ease his panic at the thought.
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 7:01 am
"I said tried. My finger hit someone else's contact." But he had been on the forefront of her mind at the time. His expressive rage was met with an almost unnatural cold on her part; she felt very strongly that she was in the right, that what she was doing was better than the alternative. The fewer people involved, the better. It was touching that he cared so much to show all this raw, pure emotion...but...
"I'm not going to die." She was resolute in that, at least.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 12:16 am
If Christof could have bitten his lip, he would have. Instead, he took a moment to twist his mismatched fingers in front of his chest before turning toward her, "Know-you-are-strong. But-unknowns-worry-me. Don't-know-what-you-are-trying-to-prove. Trust-you-to-take-care. Still-wish-to-help." At least his emotional output volume had dropped, but he still did not look pleased. He was glad she was telling him at all. "Still-will-worry. Can-not-be-helped."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 6:31 am
"I'm not trying to prove anything." Amrita frowned, nearly snarling her words. Her fingers pressing into the bandages on her arm. It sent little shocks of pain, but to her it was the adrenaline she needed to continue to be resolute.
"I'm trying to make them hurt as much as I do, every day." Her voice was hard, even though she was admitting her own pain out loud for likely the first time. She looked like she had more to say, her eyes narrowed and her lips pressing together as though she was barely holding back some explosive words.
She didn't know who was listening, after all.
After a moment she drew in an unnecessary breath and let it go in a heavy, frustrated sigh.
"I'll try to be more careful, but I'm not going to stop until I feel better."
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 6:05 pm
His eyes took in her face, calculating quietly as he digested her words. Finally, he 'said', "What-hurts? Maybe-Malodore-can-help-" But that was right. They had already tried Malodore, hadn't they? He shook his head and wove a hand to dismiss the comment, rubbing his temples as he sagged on the chair. He didn't know what to do for her. He wanted to help, but she didn't want his help. She hadn't even wanted him to know about it. Of course he wouldn't approve- who in their right mind WOULD approve? "Toxicity-is-dangerous. Physical-or-emotional." He finally settled, hoping she would recognize the word.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 6:59 pm
"It's not that kind of hurt." She insisted, albeit a little grumpy, her eyes downcast and her good arm carefully holding the injured one.
"What else am I supposed to do? Just let it fester?" While she didn't recognize the word she at least understood the context; whatever she was feeling wasn't healthy, and she knew that, but what alternative did she have?
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 8:07 pm
To that, he gave a shrug. He was not built to fight back. He was not built to rebel. He was built to do as he was told, and hardwired to find joy in that. As far as he was concerned, there were plenty of other ways she could focus that energy.
But he didn't say that. It wasn't his business.
He shifted. "When-you-hurt, I-hurt."
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 9:02 am
Amrita only gave him a tight-lipped look. Knowing her actions hurt him made her feel guilty, but didn't offer a solution to her problem. It was a vicious cycle, it seemed, and Christof didn't seem to give her answers, so it was time to avoid the subject entirely.
"What are you working on?" She asked, obviously derailing their previous subject and moving aside to look at the desk he had been at when she arrived.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 11:44 am
He glanced up at her again as she changed the subject, his brows furrowed. He wanted to grab her, sweep her off her feet, show her physically she was not alone, did not have to bear this alone, but... no. That would only make matters worse.
She wanted her space. She was not his.
Even so, he pulled himself out of the chair again, gently reaching for her twisted, uninjured hand.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 12:30 pm
Despite everything that happened, even between her careless actions to their little spat, she did not hesitate to hold out the hand he sought. She still trusted him with all her heart.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 3:20 pm
He squeezed it gently, staring down at it and the bandages, and the Amrita attached to both before inhaling slowly and tentatively put an arm around her. He breathed in the familiar smell of her hair- her vessel's hair, anyway, but still it had that certain scent he could always recognize. He didn't want to hurt her wounds, but he couldn't help himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 4:58 pm
At first, Amrita didn't know what was going on. Christof's arm was snaking around her, and her first instinct was to tense with confusion. It took her a sad few moments to realize that he was pulling her into a hug, and the moment she realized it the moment she felt like she had been missing something great. When was the last time she had been hugged? She couldn't remember any more.
She relaxed against him, slouching enough to rest her head on his disfigured shoulder, her body trembling with the surge of emotion that followed the total relief of an actual hug. She gave his hand a weak squeeze, and tried her best to move her injured arm, grabbing weakly onto his jacket in an attempt to return the embrace.
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