Word Count :: 433 :: I'm sorry about the loss of the post, I really enjoyed the first one. This second one works too though.
Valkyrie was an idiot to the core. She sucked at hiding her emotions because she never had to hide them before. She was always so open and carefree about things, but things were changing all around her and it was hard for her to cope. She wasn't doing to well of a job at coping either. She hadn't talked to anyone about anything because she just...couldn't find it in herself to talk to someone about these things that would bother her like this. Her gamboge eyes watched as the rust and ivory male took his only means of communication and he wrote the words on the paper. For some time she could barely understand his words, for she did not know how to read well, but she read now, everytime she communicated with Sascha, and also when she read books. She was also patient with the man, for there was something about him that was abnormal, and Valkyrie knew that. Valkyrie appreciated that he was so different from everyone else. What better friend to have than one that couldn't use his mouth to betray you?
The fault of that friend would be them knowing everything about you. Even down to the kind of smile that you present them with. The moment he looked rush when writing, she knew. She sighed lightly and looked down at the ground before the man had held up the writing to her. Then he put his hand on her shoulder. His companion followed suit, but Valkyrie ignored this touch and instead she ended up just folding into Sascha's arms. She hugged the male and laid her head on his shoulder. Valkyrie still held back her sobs though and just hugged him in silence. It'd been a theme with Sascha. Silence.. Valkyrie wondered what Sascha always thought about. It was always hard to see, since he didn't have a big range of facial expressions either.
Things are hard, Sascha... no accent, just the flat, upset voice of the woman. The Boreas wolves...I got involved in that... And..I hurt a few luperci. I didn't want to I swear, I just...I couldn't just not do anything. I had to help Wraith, my sister... she spoke to the male, as if she was trying to justify her actions. She was upset about what she had done, it was obvious, and she still had bruises and cuts on her body because of the battle. I couldn't stop them from going.. she choked the last words from her coal maw
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