03-31-2008, 12:38 PM
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Man. I suck Xinfinity. So sick, so busy, so tired. -_-
The rush of mixed emotions was ebbing into a mellow muddle that showed through her returning stare. It skirted over his features and dipped into his eyes, searching (for signs) and confirming (what truth there was), asking (for more) and opening (a door). But even as she calmed and collected, she couldn't find her bearings. Maybe he was a dream, maybe he was a ghost, maybe this was chance, maybe he had let go of her only as much as she him. Maybe, maybe, maybe. They could have been more once, couldn't they have? She turned her face into his hand as it pushed away her long bangs, soft muzzle trailing up his wrist with a slow flick that left her white-freckled cheek against his pale hand.
"Did you do that?" she asked suddenly with care and a level of concern, her churning mind finding the thread that had taken her here. "The... dream. Or images. In the cave," she tried to work it out in her own head only to trail off with the hope that he would fill in her blanks. Because there were a lot more of them than she had considered, before. And it seemed strange to care so much about someone that was mostly mystery.
The rush of mixed emotions was ebbing into a mellow muddle that showed through her returning stare. It skirted over his features and dipped into his eyes, searching (for signs) and confirming (what truth there was), asking (for more) and opening (a door). But even as she calmed and collected, she couldn't find her bearings. Maybe he was a dream, maybe he was a ghost, maybe this was chance, maybe he had let go of her only as much as she him. Maybe, maybe, maybe. They could have been more once, couldn't they have? She turned her face into his hand as it pushed away her long bangs, soft muzzle trailing up his wrist with a slow flick that left her white-freckled cheek against his pale hand.
"Did you do that?" she asked suddenly with care and a level of concern, her churning mind finding the thread that had taken her here. "The... dream. Or images. In the cave," she tried to work it out in her own head only to trail off with the hope that he would fill in her blanks. Because there were a lot more of them than she had considered, before. And it seemed strange to care so much about someone that was mostly mystery.