08-11-2008, 01:07 AM
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She snorted lightly at his comment, taking back her previous action and pulling her bandanna purposefully over her eyes. Granted some solitude by the make-shift blindfold, she crossed her arms and acted as though she was trying to rest. The truth was, if she looked back closely, she was pretty sure she had been socked in the nose more times in her life than she had been kissed. What a depressing thought that was. Biting back a groan, she focused her mind on trying to see through her bandanna and found some solace in the meaningless task. Such were old habits that she had gotten when she was a kid and, years later, still harbored.
But, all in all, Nikita was just one giant bad habit that she couldn’t break. She was reminded of this very acutely as he continued on. Usually Laurel wasn’t really one to care about such things, so she wondered if the alcohol was something that was loosening his tongue for such critical speech. She paused before speaking, her words reflecting no emotion, “I guess bad habits are hard to break.” Though she had had a year to try and work her way out of them, it was really difficult. She was too used to feeling vulnerable — too trained to see danger in things that, in other eyes, would simply seem more like paranoia than anything. It was these habits that had kept her alive in her old life, and now all they were doing was weigh her down. It was enough to get her even more depressed. Great; that was just what she needed now.
His final statement rang in her ears for a moment, and she briefly pondered them. Gradually, her depression slipped away as she simply… stopped thinking. Stopped anticipating, stopped trying to read expressions to gain insight to thoughts, stopped trying to guess consequences. Which was why it was strange when she rolled onto her side closest to him, her eyes searching his. “You think so?” she said, her voice sounding much more like a low, soft murmur rather than the harsh croak that stress and illness had imposed upon it before. Without another thought, she leaned in closer.
She snorted lightly at his comment, taking back her previous action and pulling her bandanna purposefully over her eyes. Granted some solitude by the make-shift blindfold, she crossed her arms and acted as though she was trying to rest. The truth was, if she looked back closely, she was pretty sure she had been socked in the nose more times in her life than she had been kissed. What a depressing thought that was. Biting back a groan, she focused her mind on trying to see through her bandanna and found some solace in the meaningless task. Such were old habits that she had gotten when she was a kid and, years later, still harbored.
But, all in all, Nikita was just one giant bad habit that she couldn’t break. She was reminded of this very acutely as he continued on. Usually Laurel wasn’t really one to care about such things, so she wondered if the alcohol was something that was loosening his tongue for such critical speech. She paused before speaking, her words reflecting no emotion, “I guess bad habits are hard to break.” Though she had had a year to try and work her way out of them, it was really difficult. She was too used to feeling vulnerable — too trained to see danger in things that, in other eyes, would simply seem more like paranoia than anything. It was these habits that had kept her alive in her old life, and now all they were doing was weigh her down. It was enough to get her even more depressed. Great; that was just what she needed now.
His final statement rang in her ears for a moment, and she briefly pondered them. Gradually, her depression slipped away as she simply… stopped thinking. Stopped anticipating, stopped trying to read expressions to gain insight to thoughts, stopped trying to guess consequences. Which was why it was strange when she rolled onto her side closest to him, her eyes searching his. “You think so?” she said, her voice sounding much more like a low, soft murmur rather than the harsh croak that stress and illness had imposed upon it before. Without another thought, she leaned in closer.