04-25-2008, 12:33 AM
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I apologize if Giu's character seems a little inconsistent; I'm still hashing out the details of his personality.[/html]
Maria smiled, a gesture which Giu was not entirely sure how to interpret. Perhaps they were both trying to comfort the other's fears in the language used when words failed. For his part, the smoke-toned male sat still while she spoke, listening with a frightening intensity. "Perché lei non ha inviato la parola? Qualcosa, niente?" Suspicion hedged into his voice for the first time; all of the doubts that had been building up since she disappeared finally finding cracks in the dam of his emotions. How could he convey to her the roller coaster ride of what he'd gone through? First, the fear that something had happened to them; that he had been a young father and now a young widower. Then, when there were no trails of blood, the rash, hot anger when he was sure he'd simply been left for another man. Those were the most harmful days, during which there was a lot of alcohol and a brawl or two - and one tight scrape when it was good that his brother was looking out for him. The worst came last though, a stifling depression that made even the sunniest day seem winter-gray. Eventually he'd came here, only to repeat the whole damn process over again.
And thus his questioning began.