07-28-2012, 07:08 AM
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[/html]The sound of quiet sobbing reached Claudius’ ears as he emerged from the Town Hall. It immediately put him on edge because for all his life, he had always hated the sound of crying. Noir would cry when Attila played a prank on her and she would look up at Claudius, teary-eyed, when he was sad, too. She would always find the emotions that he couldn’t express and now, it just made him think of her: feeling for him when he couldn’t.[/html]
He crossed the small distance from the hall to the ceremonial fire in a few short strides. There, he saw Gemma sway as she stood up and then abruptly sit back down again. Claudius still wasn’t used to the thought of being a protector or being anyone that could help someone else, so he stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. His long arms felt gangly instead of comfortable like they normally did. He cleared his throat.
“Guh-Gemma,” he said. He carefully moved to sit down next to her, but not touching her: from his own phobias, he knew that if someone put their hand on his shoulder or touched his hand when he was in a state, it would only make it worse. “Guh-Gemma,” he said again, this time softer. He didn’t have any other words to say, so he lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. What did he do now?[html]