09-01-2008, 03:54 PM
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_____Had they been human, he may have remarked that the colour literally ran out of her face. It was an interesting show, watching how reality seemed to bend back to normal, watching how frustration was slowly replaced by recognition and then a mixture of other emotions that he hadn't been able to pinpoint immediately. Partially because she had turned away from him then and pulled her bandana over her eyes, but also because he had let his gaze wander away, letting it go towards the trees and the shafts of light that had broken through the cloud cover. How appropriate, he thought a bit more bitterly than he should have.
_____But he hated it when someone started crying, he really did. For a few seconds he simply stood there, caught between one awkward reaction and another, before he finally stepped into action. If she were going to morph back into whatever it was that she had been minutes ago, she probably would have by now. He bent to pick up her knife, but didn't hand it back to her so readily; Laurel thought it may have been a good idea to hang onto it too, just for now. Just until he was reassured on more than one mental level. It was equally strange to have a hold on it too, it felt much heavier than it looked and for that reason he thought it to be more dangerous.
_____After all, had she taken a pretty good swing at him with it, who knew what the outcome would have been. In such a close proximity, he could pick up on the great range of her emotions, he could fathom the things that she was feeling and it kept the frown on his face. “You okay?” He wanted to ask her if she was herself, but he thought maybe that was a bit insensitive. Though she may have asked him if he thought it was obvious. But he felt like there should have been something more, but unfortunately stood there grasping straws.
_____Had they been human, he may have remarked that the colour literally ran out of her face. It was an interesting show, watching how reality seemed to bend back to normal, watching how frustration was slowly replaced by recognition and then a mixture of other emotions that he hadn't been able to pinpoint immediately. Partially because she had turned away from him then and pulled her bandana over her eyes, but also because he had let his gaze wander away, letting it go towards the trees and the shafts of light that had broken through the cloud cover. How appropriate, he thought a bit more bitterly than he should have.
_____But he hated it when someone started crying, he really did. For a few seconds he simply stood there, caught between one awkward reaction and another, before he finally stepped into action. If she were going to morph back into whatever it was that she had been minutes ago, she probably would have by now. He bent to pick up her knife, but didn't hand it back to her so readily; Laurel thought it may have been a good idea to hang onto it too, just for now. Just until he was reassured on more than one mental level. It was equally strange to have a hold on it too, it felt much heavier than it looked and for that reason he thought it to be more dangerous.
_____After all, had she taken a pretty good swing at him with it, who knew what the outcome would have been. In such a close proximity, he could pick up on the great range of her emotions, he could fathom the things that she was feeling and it kept the frown on his face. “You okay?” He wanted to ask her if she was herself, but he thought maybe that was a bit insensitive. Though she may have asked him if he thought it was obvious. But he felt like there should have been something more, but unfortunately stood there grasping straws.