09-21-2010, 04:45 AM
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Table by Requiem
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He realized now that he could have scared her. Sunset orbs lost their hard shine as he reeled in and forced himself to remember that anger would do no good here. Rationality and thought disappeared when hatred and fear infiltrated one’s system. It took time for her to respond, and in the meanwhile the man mentally whipped himself for the ugly outbreak—that he had allowed Bris to see the white hot anger that he always held at bay so well in similar situations. Truth be told he had not said anything wrong, but there were other ways to go about such things. He could not undo what had been done. He should comfort her instead of enforcing fear and nervousness on her. A deep inhale was taken and the oxygen helped his insides cool down a bit. He wished there weren’t tears in her lovely eyes.
The boiling temper immediately sought to rise as the woman’s words finally sounded in the tension filled air. This was so far from acceptable. He tried, but he could not turn his face soft and calm again. Caramel hued ears lay already flat against his rich pelt as he impatiently waited for her stream of words to end. Thoughts rushed through his heated mind, but he knew they were not constructive. He would have to wait until his brain again was clear and there was room for proper thought. He promised himself that this would not go unpunished by the Inferni member. Gabriel de le Poer was an arrogant, strict general in the young Dahlian’s eyes, but he would give Inferni the benefit of the doubt. His mind would never settle for peace now, but later he would see reason better.
There was nothing silly about the girl’s words. Conor even felt a tingle of guilt for not being there for her. Purple eyes travelled to the white pale hand that she had over her shoulder. It was hard to keep his lips sealed to deny a sneer that so much wanted to settle. Another mouthful of air was sucked into his lungs, but there were no miracle.
”But he hurt you.” he spoke with a calm voice that surprised even him. He hesitated then, incredibly insecure for a moment before he stepped closer to her form and gently wrapped his golden arms around her petite frame. ”I’m so sorry, Bris,” for what had been done to her, for everything. She did not deserve any of this.
He realized now that he could have scared her. Sunset orbs lost their hard shine as he reeled in and forced himself to remember that anger would do no good here. Rationality and thought disappeared when hatred and fear infiltrated one’s system. It took time for her to respond, and in the meanwhile the man mentally whipped himself for the ugly outbreak—that he had allowed Bris to see the white hot anger that he always held at bay so well in similar situations. Truth be told he had not said anything wrong, but there were other ways to go about such things. He could not undo what had been done. He should comfort her instead of enforcing fear and nervousness on her. A deep inhale was taken and the oxygen helped his insides cool down a bit. He wished there weren’t tears in her lovely eyes.
The boiling temper immediately sought to rise as the woman’s words finally sounded in the tension filled air. This was so far from acceptable. He tried, but he could not turn his face soft and calm again. Caramel hued ears lay already flat against his rich pelt as he impatiently waited for her stream of words to end. Thoughts rushed through his heated mind, but he knew they were not constructive. He would have to wait until his brain again was clear and there was room for proper thought. He promised himself that this would not go unpunished by the Inferni member. Gabriel de le Poer was an arrogant, strict general in the young Dahlian’s eyes, but he would give Inferni the benefit of the doubt. His mind would never settle for peace now, but later he would see reason better.
There was nothing silly about the girl’s words. Conor even felt a tingle of guilt for not being there for her. Purple eyes travelled to the white pale hand that she had over her shoulder. It was hard to keep his lips sealed to deny a sneer that so much wanted to settle. Another mouthful of air was sucked into his lungs, but there were no miracle.
”But he hurt you.” he spoke with a calm voice that surprised even him. He hesitated then, incredibly insecure for a moment before he stepped closer to her form and gently wrapped his golden arms around her petite frame. ”I’m so sorry, Bris,” for what had been done to her, for everything. She did not deserve any of this.