08-11-2008, 12:04 AM
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What she had said was clearly not what he had been expecting (honestly, sometimes she felt like the older one here), and she watched the lights catch and then fade quickly in his eyes. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten the topic of the illness until she had brought it back up again, but at least he seemed to catch her drift when she had mentioned just letting it be and not worrying about it. Laurel now seemed to want to drift too much in the other direction now, trying to set his mind to whatever else could distract him. Nikita sighed, growing chillingly quiet as he recalled her total physical — and mental, though he wouldn’t have known that — lockup that had occurred just moments before. The coyote shrugged, trying to act as though it was no big deal. It was, though; at least to her. She usually prided herself in her quick reactions (which often got her into trouble, actually), but that time she felt as though she couldn’t kick-start her mind to think any faster. Worrying, to say the least. Maybe the sickness was bothering her mind as well. Or…
Nikita blinked at his last question, fixating her muddled olive gaze on his sly one. Their eyes really were quite similar, she remarked once more. Almost identical. It was creepy. She could feel the words ‘Don’t get used to it’ on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t manage to say them. I must be going crazy. Nikita was usually one of the most willful individuals that you could come across, but, right now, she was having trouble sorting through her multitude of thoughts enough to say something intelligible. Or maybe that wasn’t it. Hell if she knew. She had to say something, though. “Yeah, it did. So what,” she said, though the defiance in her tone faded drastically in the second sentence. She placed a hand on her forehead — shoving her bandanna away from her eyes, where it was being annoying — and then leaned back on her elbows while she crossed her ankles in front of her. She stared intently down to the bank of the lake, looking like she had found some sudden interest in it. She could see the light glinting off of the bottle that had rolled to the shore, and she had half a mind to go and get it. If she wasn’t so tired.
What she had said was clearly not what he had been expecting (honestly, sometimes she felt like the older one here), and she watched the lights catch and then fade quickly in his eyes. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten the topic of the illness until she had brought it back up again, but at least he seemed to catch her drift when she had mentioned just letting it be and not worrying about it. Laurel now seemed to want to drift too much in the other direction now, trying to set his mind to whatever else could distract him. Nikita sighed, growing chillingly quiet as he recalled her total physical — and mental, though he wouldn’t have known that — lockup that had occurred just moments before. The coyote shrugged, trying to act as though it was no big deal. It was, though; at least to her. She usually prided herself in her quick reactions (which often got her into trouble, actually), but that time she felt as though she couldn’t kick-start her mind to think any faster. Worrying, to say the least. Maybe the sickness was bothering her mind as well. Or…
Nikita blinked at his last question, fixating her muddled olive gaze on his sly one. Their eyes really were quite similar, she remarked once more. Almost identical. It was creepy. She could feel the words ‘Don’t get used to it’ on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t manage to say them. I must be going crazy. Nikita was usually one of the most willful individuals that you could come across, but, right now, she was having trouble sorting through her multitude of thoughts enough to say something intelligible. Or maybe that wasn’t it. Hell if she knew. She had to say something, though. “Yeah, it did. So what,” she said, though the defiance in her tone faded drastically in the second sentence. She placed a hand on her forehead — shoving her bandanna away from her eyes, where it was being annoying — and then leaned back on her elbows while she crossed her ankles in front of her. She stared intently down to the bank of the lake, looking like she had found some sudden interest in it. She could see the light glinting off of the bottle that had rolled to the shore, and she had half a mind to go and get it. If she wasn’t so tired.