You're no good, you don't cry like you should

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You're no good, you don't cry like you should

Faelene Posts: 297

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Sica

#11

05-04-2013, 12:40 AM

<3 slow posting buddies forever. any way i hope this reads ok for being a late post that did not want to come. >.>

F A E L E N E
you don't cry like you should.

The torture hadn't meant to be her intent, but at this point she wasn't thinking if he was uncomfortable, if he was bothered by appearing alone. She didn't need to care, take a deep look and ask. This point it felt like a waste of energy. Stallions at times made her want to switch teams, seeing as the more logical females she had met as of late. It was hard not to pick up the tension, and hint of voiceless questions. It was harder to ignore such atmosphere, despite how good she could grow numb, tune it out. No,she couldn't flat ignore him, leave. There was a part of her that said to do so, just because she always seemed to hang back, continue to try as if it was of most importance. Mentally, she told herself, one slip of tongue and she would carry on pretending her future had nothing to do with a spotted horse.

Silver eyes focused on his white face, holding back a grimace when he flinched. Luckily, this time he did not hit himself upon rocks, but collected realizing, seeing where she was. He should clearly see there was no malicious or bared teeth. Merely a quiet face wanting to figure him out, but not knowing where to start. Faelene did not really have the silent answers he sought. She hadn't been witness to every moment to be sure if it was something he had done, or a mixture of things. Since he was quiet she did not say more, she let her words fall where they may for the sad attempt they were. When it came to what must make him toss and turn at night she must have nothing compared to his woes. Honestly, she wished he would see things with more silver than black linings. A cynic herself how could she tell him to be more positive? The vibe he had, it was hard not to feel it tugging at her. How anxious was he for his children? When words came pouring from his mouth it made sense. He had not wanted attachment if she would give him nothing. She could understand that a lot better than what had been like fog confounding her already tired mind. A long quiet breath, she slowly blinked trying not to focus in the bright hues of his irises. "Ah," the barely accountable sound left her lips.

Faelene repeated his sentences over, again not trusting herself to reply.
She could do angry, but she had not been at him till just now. It made her feel she had warped expections in general, but she pressed that observation back. What did she say? This wasn't much of a conversation, and she could tell he was looking her over. Maybe, by that subtle look she believed he had after all had made up his own mind, and she could go with her gut to trust him. "I guess I would have done the same thing," she breathed. This had not been an intended outcome, and perhaps other females would have blamed him. She didn't know, and hated to assume about the others. The only thing she was anxious about now was Psyche, but was it her place to ask if she should be worried? Or would he mention it if it was? Was it normal for her head to hurt now? Aware of drained energy she had a faint, but worn smile. "Care if we call it a day?" The Thief took a moment to step back from his tall figure, stopping just to add, Unless there was something else?"