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12-31-2014, 06:28 PM
Really? He was going to shake his head at me? I snorted, stomping as I finished explaining how fighting required the same amount of strength. "Don't shake that looming head at me, Gaucho." I said, ear pinning back for a second. "You may not think it is the same - but it does require the same amount of strength. You just have to use that strength in a different way." Oh, but it wasn’t worth it. He didn't seem to understand what she was talking about, and it almost hurt, that she couldn't help him so that he didn't hurt Sohalia again.
But, then he pushed. He wanted to know who had done this to me. I couldn't. There was nothing to explain. But having to think about it, to try and imagine it to give information - it hurt. And so I was crying. I didn't want to cry. Hell. I shouldn't be crying. I would never have allowed myself to do this with anyone else. I would never have allowed the tears to fall unless I knew that I couldn't be seen by others, unless I knew I could completely collapse and not have to worry about standing and being strong. He had to have seen. Mara had to have let him see. Why else would his wing suddenly be touching me? Why else would he attempting to comfort me? I almost begged that he stop trying to protect me. I had Alleo. I had Midas. I had Cera. But, it was Gaucho's grunt of what seemed to be confirmation that forced me to completely snap back out of it. A sigh, a choke. "Thank you for caring, Gaucho. But I don't think you ever really cared before, it is rare when others do. I don't expect it to change because you're blind. I don't expect it to change because of one bad situation. So unless I'm wrong and you actually cared, I don't expect you to try and fix things now." I said, eyes closing shut for a moment. And then he changed topics, listing names. Phaedra. Soh's daughter. They were the ones that stood out to me. "I knew Phaedra. We talked once, seemed sweet. I'm sorry for your losses. Does Soh know about Skysong? Unfortunately, I do not know the others. If I can help, at all, I want to." I didn't say anything about how I wouldn't know someone's colours - how I couldn't judge anyone off of that. I didn't want to get into a fight. I didn't have the strength to deal with that. I didn't know if Gaucho even knew what he wanted to do anymore. Something had changed in him… that was all I knew. Rasta you're my downfall, you're my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues - i can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you |
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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