01-24-2009, 03:16 PM
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She offered him no words and no excuses. She said nothing, but her eyes said a thousand and more things. Ahren kept his eyes on her, though only one would do well to see, and tried to read her soul. The whiskey tightened its hold and he smiled, honestly, madly, and one hand (scarred by his own blade) reached out and gingerly cradled her cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he nearly whispered.
Then he pulled back and wavered on his feet, coughed heavily and had enough sense to hide the traces of blood from her (as best he could) and looked down at his feet. “Tell your brother I’m sorry.”
She offered him no words and no excuses. She said nothing, but her eyes said a thousand and more things. Ahren kept his eyes on her, though only one would do well to see, and tried to read her soul. The whiskey tightened its hold and he smiled, honestly, madly, and one hand (scarred by his own blade) reached out and gingerly cradled her cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he nearly whispered.
Then he pulled back and wavered on his feet, coughed heavily and had enough sense to hide the traces of blood from her (as best he could) and looked down at his feet. “Tell your brother I’m sorry.”