09-18-2012, 10:23 PM
For someone to have stood by, hearing all his thoughts, and listened to his confused reasoning would have resulted in the being laughing heartily. Toby, a man of utter chaos, was repeatedly switching between his hate and loathing for what Fang and the girl had become meanwhile accompanied by the strange emotions he felt connected to Amy. Standing before her, he could care less whether she kissed him or hugged him or hurt him. He just needed some way for him to get answers.
As she pushed him from her and spoke out it was obvious she would never feel the same. He'd calculated the fact all a long but to see the straight up rejection so boldly in her brown eyes made him just a tad bit more hurt. It flashed in his eyes like a ghost, only visible for the one second it chose to show its face. His ears flicked from being perked to flattened against his skull to an alert position once more. Undecided, as usual, he let his eyes wonder down her frame and looked for exactly what she was suggesting.
"Like what?" he finally said, his voice in the tone used by a scientist who's inquiring on an experiment. He desired the fae, sure enough, yet he was still unsure as to whether he was truly interested in what she offered. Perhaps he should have just left while he could, or maybe even never had brought up the feelings within his heart. No matter what, what had been done was done and he couldn't change the past no matter how recently the history had been written. Ebony found sepia again as he met her gaze. What did he really need from someone who refused to give him what he needed...?
As she pushed him from her and spoke out it was obvious she would never feel the same. He'd calculated the fact all a long but to see the straight up rejection so boldly in her brown eyes made him just a tad bit more hurt. It flashed in his eyes like a ghost, only visible for the one second it chose to show its face. His ears flicked from being perked to flattened against his skull to an alert position once more. Undecided, as usual, he let his eyes wonder down her frame and looked for exactly what she was suggesting.
"Like what?" he finally said, his voice in the tone used by a scientist who's inquiring on an experiment. He desired the fae, sure enough, yet he was still unsure as to whether he was truly interested in what she offered. Perhaps he should have just left while he could, or maybe even never had brought up the feelings within his heart. No matter what, what had been done was done and he couldn't change the past no matter how recently the history had been written. Ebony found sepia again as he met her gaze. What did he really need from someone who refused to give him what he needed...?