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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 30, 2009 11:42:20 GMT -8
Ceara grinned, just watching as she said goodbye to Emlyn. She felt bad for Emlyn, only because she could see that he wasn't sure what to do. Oh well, Aithne seemed to understand perfectly well. She watched Aithne walk away, and when she turned to look back at them, Ceara raised her arm high over her head and waved dramatically, a happy grin on her face the whole while. She was going to miss Aithne, she was nice. And she felt sort of stupid for having been a bit jealous of her. Sure, Aithne was very beautiful, but she was showing no signs of liking Emlyn the way she liked him, and he was acting completely natural around Aithne...or what Ceara figured was natural for him, since she had to admit that she didn't know him as well as she would have liked just yet.
"We'll miss you too!" She called back to Aithne, watching as the girl finally disappeared out of sight before turning back to Emlyn, her smile still in place. "Well, that was fun. Shall we get going?" She asked, waiting for him to lead the way. She made no move to get back on his horse and hoped that he didn't notice it._________________________________________ Words: 219 Mood: Good Notes: Does she actually have to do or say anything to make Emlyn get mad, or will he just sort of snap? xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 30, 2009 14:01:45 GMT -8
As Emlyn watched Aithne walk away, he was still fighting with himself on why Ceara made life so difficult for him. How many times that day had she made him uncomfortable? How many times had she completely disregarded what he said or complained about it? Did she think that just because they had been in a few life or death situations together that it gave her permission to walk all over him? No, he was done with this. If she wanted to go make rash decisions, he would let her go, but she shouldn't expect him to run after her and save her when she needed it, and he already knew she would need it.
"Who said anything about we?" he asked simply but hardly as he want to strap close Treasure's saddlebags down, which he had forgotten to do before when he had put the towels back in them. He was at his limit and he was done being pulled around from one 'whacky adventure' to the next. He did not need a partner, especially not one who seemed to hate him so much.
He had been around people too long, when the thing he loved most was being alone. He was the kind of person who took walks in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep. Right now, he just wanted to sit at the edge of some wood and think. "I'm going to go find some quiet place, you can do whatever the hell you want to."
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 30, 2009 14:23:21 GMT -8
Ceara's smile faded immediately as he first spoke. It wasn't really that his words were mean, they were just the last thing she had expected, and the tone he had used surprised her to no end. What'd she do? He'd acted fine while Aithne was around, and now as soon as Aithne was gone he was going to act like he hated her? Why? What the hell was up with him? Ceara just stared at him, watching as he moved over to Treasure and looking surprised. Sometimes she felt he liked her, maybe like a friend, which she considered him and then other times not so much, but this was the first time she felt like he actually didn't like her.
"...Why...what...? ...I don't understand," She said just staying where she stood and watching him curiously. "Are you mad at me or something?" She asked curiously. She was a little annoyed, thinking that he was angry at her for no reason, but she decided it was best not to get angry at him yet if he really was. He hadn't actually said anything hurtful yet, she had no real reason to get angry back at him.________________________________________ Words: 211 Mood: Good Notes: *Le gasp* xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 30, 2009 16:15:51 GMT -8
This was not good, and this was not the best day ever. He was hoping he could just say that and be off, but no, now she had to accuse him of being mad at her. Were they really close enough friends to have 'fights?' Sure, they'd been allies in a couple of tough spots and he got mad if anyone hurt her, but other than that she was still a stranger to him. And what was she expecting to do anyway? Travel with him? So he could be self-conscious and awkward 24/7? That sure sounded great.
"I...am...sick...of...running...around," he said, drawing out each word as she tightened up Treasure's girth straps and then let the stirrups down. He was taking his anger out on the saddle with quick, sharp motions that nearly sent the gelding into a fit. He stopped to take a big breath. There was no need to be quick-tempered around Treasure, he had no problem with his horse, and Treasure did not deserve it. He rubbed his shoulder slightly ad then decided to check his hooves before he got on. He lifted the front right leg and poked a small stone out.
"I'll probably see you again, kay?" he said, though not at all friendly, "Don't see why is matters so much if all you can do around me is tell me I'm doing something wrong." The air just didn't feel right, it was too heavy.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 30, 2009 16:32:25 GMT -8
Ceara was getting more and more miserable. She wished he would just stop concentrating on saddling the horse and actually look at her when speaking to her. She knew, or at least had a feeling that he planned on riding off as soon as he was done, most probably without even giving her a proper explanation as to why he was so angry all of a sudden. Sure, he said they were probably going to see each other again...but that didn't tell her why he was angry at her now. Besides, he didn't sound very happy about the fact that they'd probably see each other again. And that hurt, probably worse than anything he could have actually said to her would have. She didn't show it, however, as she kept her face blank and just stared at him. She barely knew him...there was no reason for her to feel this horrible just because a stranger who she happened to have a tiny crush on didn't want to see her again.
Like she often did, she got angry to hide her hurt. She didn't want him by some chance seeing that his words hurt her slightly, so she covered it up with anger, clenched her fists and stalked over to him, aiming to grab him by the shoulder and turn him towards her, so that he would have to stop getting ready to leave. "You're making no sense. Will you just talk to me and tell me whatever the hell I did wrong?" She practically snarled at him. "If you don't like me and never want to see me again then fine, just tell me. I'll do my best to stay away from you if that's what you want. But I want you to tell me why first." She said, still sounding angry as she glared up at him. She was annoyed that he was taller than her at that moment, though she was glad that she wasn't as petite as Aithne.
"I haven't been telling you that you're doing anything wrong, either." She finished, sounding less angry this time as she would release his shoulder, considering he hadn't shrugged her off or anything.________________________________________ Words: 388 Mood: Good Notes: None [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 30, 2009 17:30:50 GMT -8
"No, I don't hate you," Emlyn explained, though he was not doing a good job of it with the tone of his voice, "But it's kind of hard to be around you when it seems all I'm good for for you is to be someone to contradict." When she grabbed his shoulder, he tensed but he did not turn around. He knew she wanted him to look her in the eye, but he felt like doing everything but. Instead he would concentrate on staring at Treasure's saddle. He wanted to check his other hooves and make a quick getaway, but that wasn't going to happen.
"If I'm not saving your life, then all you're doing is basically saying you don't think I'm a nice enough person. First you wouldn't let me pay for you, then you thought I wouldn't follow on my promise to escort Aithne, and what was the whole thing about my balance? How does that have anything to do with anything?"
He went to the side to get her hand off him and lifted up Treasure's right hind leg to check it...nothing, then he moved to his other side to check his left hind leg...still nothing. "You're d*** confusing, you know that?" By now, he had stopped caring about her feelings, by now his fuse had ended. Well, she would have to find out some day, Emlyn was nor Mr. 'Nice and Calm.' In reality, he was everything but. He was mean, and with a short temper. Once he got going, he didn't care about anything but yelling loud.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 30, 2009 18:03:09 GMT -8
"Oh, so that's it." Ceara said quietly, coldly, releasing his shoulder. Now that she actually knew what what it was that she'd done, his words no longer hurt her, just made her even more angry. He wasn't exactly how she'd thought he was. He didn't understand her at all. No one ever did, which was why she didn't have many friends, only acquaintances. Well, that was her problem. She'd either have to change or be destined to live a live with no real close friends, no one that understood her. She'd been a fool to think Emlyn was different, that maybe, just maybe he understood her the slightest bit.
"Is that really what you think? You think that I don't think you're a nice enough person? I like you the way you are and if I question you then that's my problem. I'm sorry I don't like people carrying me, or paying for me, or having to rely on people at all. What did you expect me to do? Go on and on about how great you are, how much of a gentleman you are?" She snorted, rather un-lady like, but it's not like she'd ever cared about things like that. "Fine, if that's what you want. Emlyn, you're the perfect gentlemen and most women would adore the fact that you would carry them, or pay for them, or anything like that. Not me, though. Terribly sorry. The only time I think it's okay to carry me is if I'm dying- literally, as in, not conscious and maybe pouring blood. Otherwise, no thanks. And paying for me? That's okay if I pay you back. Otherwise, I'd rather pay for myself and not expect someone else to pay for me. If you don't like those sort of things, then too bad for me I guess." She said, her voice still stiff and angry.
"Oh, one last thing. Quite a few times, I was joking with you. Joking. But you want to know what I really think of you, since you seem to think I hate you?" She wasn't even really thinking about what she was doing. Her anger had taken over her and she was just letting it tell her what to do, basically. She then reached out once again and grabbed his shoulder, this time forcing him to turn and face her. She then closed the distance between them, went onto her toes and planted a kiss on his lips. She pulled away only a second later and then shoved him backwards hard, glaring at him all the while. "That's what I think of you. Figure out what that means." She said and turned and began storming away.
"Oh, by the way," She said, turning and yelling back at him. "You didn't actually pay for me when you gave Aithne the fifty dollars. I paid her seventy-five. Hah!" She shouted before turning and continuing to storm away, glaring at the ground the whole time. She had a feeling she'd regret everything she'd done later, but at the moment she didn't care._________________________________________ Words: 565 about Mood: Happy and annoyed only cause Ceara is xD Notes: That was fun. xD Tell me if I powerplayed too much. [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 30, 2009 19:41:56 GMT -8
Emlyn did not know what was coming to him. The whole time she'd been yelling at him, he was trying to stare at Treasure's left front hoof and concentrate solely on it. She was shouting something about how she didn't like people carrying her or paying for her. He tried to drown it out by grinding his teeth. However, it was not succeeding as well as he had hoped. He looked at a piece of dirt on his horse's foot...it was pale tan, and porus...but all dirt is porus. He needed to find something unique about it so it would intrigue him and distract him...
However, that was not going to happen, for in that moment she grabbed his shoulders, swung him around, and slammed her lips against his. His eyes, which had been half-closed before burst open and he knew that he was flushing deeper scarlet than he had in his whole life. Then she pulled away, said that was how she thought of him, and ran off. He didn't even hear what she shouted back to him, nor did he think he would've wanted to hear anyway.
Want to know what was going through his mind? Really? You sure?
What...the...f***...
A million thoughts were in his head, a million possible feelings stood up and made arguments as to why he should choose them. Instead, he chose to be a zombie. With robot-like stiffness, he mounted Treasure, and with eyes still as wide as dinner plates, he rode away, extremely confused at the number of thoughts in his head. But one prevailed:
What did this mean?
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