09-13-2008, 08:43 PM
I didn't really know what to do here. ._.
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She accepted the bottle, glaring at the cork for a moment and suddenly feeling as though she was only half of her usual self without her trusty blade at her side. Eventually she just forsook the ease of her usual way of opening the bottle and wrenched the top off without much of a second thought. She flickered a half-hearted smile at him at his attempted jest, though it was mostly without mirth. Nikita then took a drink, feeling only a little bit more content as the warmth spread through her and softened the coarse edges of her everyday life nowadays. She longed to recline and try to catch some sleep — for she felt so tired all the time — but she was absolutely petrified of waking up and having a mind in a different time or a different set. No, she would have to stay awake. Even if that would mean Laurel having to do so as well.
Guilt set in pretty readily, though it wasn’t anything she could help. Laurel was probably saving a few others’ skins by keeping an eye on her, though she hated being a burden in any fashion. She had gotten very used to making herself useful during her life, and feeling like such a drain was absolutely appalling for her. A look of slight disgust crossed her face as she took a second grateful drink, though it only remained for a fleeting moment. Nikita wanted to give Laurel one of those ‘what now’ looks, but couldn’t bring herself to do that. So she sat, shoulders hunched, over her bottle while seeming to find the smoldering remains of the campfire extremely interesting. And also trying not to feel like no one regarded her as a ticking time bomb.
She accepted the bottle, glaring at the cork for a moment and suddenly feeling as though she was only half of her usual self without her trusty blade at her side. Eventually she just forsook the ease of her usual way of opening the bottle and wrenched the top off without much of a second thought. She flickered a half-hearted smile at him at his attempted jest, though it was mostly without mirth. Nikita then took a drink, feeling only a little bit more content as the warmth spread through her and softened the coarse edges of her everyday life nowadays. She longed to recline and try to catch some sleep — for she felt so tired all the time — but she was absolutely petrified of waking up and having a mind in a different time or a different set. No, she would have to stay awake. Even if that would mean Laurel having to do so as well.
Guilt set in pretty readily, though it wasn’t anything she could help. Laurel was probably saving a few others’ skins by keeping an eye on her, though she hated being a burden in any fashion. She had gotten very used to making herself useful during her life, and feeling like such a drain was absolutely appalling for her. A look of slight disgust crossed her face as she took a second grateful drink, though it only remained for a fleeting moment. Nikita wanted to give Laurel one of those ‘what now’ looks, but couldn’t bring herself to do that. So she sat, shoulders hunched, over her bottle while seeming to find the smoldering remains of the campfire extremely interesting. And also trying not to feel like no one regarded her as a ticking time bomb.