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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Sept 13, 2009 18:33:52 GMT -8
He cocked his head slightly as he reached up to scratch Talisman behind the ears, thinking over what Ceara said. "Well...then we can use that, I always have Treasure and Talisman with me. If you see me without them, then she's decided to...mess with you," he said for a lack of a better phrase, and he still wanted to know exactly what Dahlia had done, but no...he didn't want to know, he really didn't. It felt weird just to think about what someone else might be thinking of him, especially when that person was Ceara. How had Dahlia taken advantage of that?
But then he noticed how downcast her expression had become. Had his words really hurt her that much? Since when did he have that kind of effect on...anyone? Usually, if people didn't like he said, they just ignored it and yelled at him later, cause his opinion really didn't matter. And he didn't know what to do, for this was an entirely new situation. Looking back, his words had been a little harsh, like he had just said they weren't friends at all, like when he had yelled at her last time. He supposed they were actually friends, at least. He trusted her more than other people, even if she confused him a greater majority of the time.
"Um..." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and looking downwards, avoiding eye contact at all costs, "Sorry." He said that one word quickly, sounding awkward as he did so. That word was so foreign to him, both being said by him and other people towards him. But he chose to not dwell, and shook his head slightly, "Maybe it should be an...action instead, cause if you think about it too much she can get it. You could, I don't know...hug me?" he second he said those words he turned bright red and turned around. He had said them without thinking about it. God, what would she think now?
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Sept 14, 2009 13:32:57 GMT -8
Ceara felt slightly stupid for not having thought of what he'd said, especially right after she'd practically said it herself. She felt sort of like slapping herself in the forehead, but she resisted that urge and instead just nodded, trying not to be embarrassed and wonder what he must think of her now. Heck, she had absolutely no idea what he thought of her ever. Sometimes she thought he must care about her, at least a little bit or else he wouldn't do the things he did, like protect her or anything like that. But then other times, she just thought that he'd done all those things because he wanted to be all chivalrous and be a gentleman for a damsel in distress and things like that. It was all very confusing to her, though she tried not to dwell on that too much. If he liked her the way she liked him, then yay for her. And if not...then that was just too bad, wasn't it?
Not that she'd be too surprised to learn he didn't like her. No guy she'd ever met liked the kind of woman she was. She was well aware that she was a little confusing sometimes...and she knew for a fact that most men liked to protect their woman, to feel all manly or something like that, but not only did she not need protecting, but she got annoyed if someone tried to protect her. If just felt like they were insulting her abilities when they tried to protect her, which was why she'd gotten so annoyed at Emlyn before when he'd jumped in. Besides, she had trouble believing any guy would like her because...well, she didn't have much self-esteem when it came to most things. She blamed her parents for that. After years of them telling her that she'd never have a lover because of the way she dressed and acted...it was hard not to believe them. Parents were supposed to know best, after all.
"Yeah, that works." She replied to the first thing he said, her gaze wandering over to Talisman and Treasure as he patted the cat. That reminded her of her own evil stalker cat, but casting a quick glance behind her, she didn't see the familiar dark cat sitting there. Blackheart had apparently decided he didn't like being around other cats...or Emlyn...or her. She still couldn't figure out why he insisted on following her around if he just hissed at her whenever she tried to pet him or something. He'd also apparently decided that he did like her parents, whom she disliked, and anyone she did like he seemed to dislike. Talk about a temperamental cat.
She lifted her eyes to look at Emlyn as he apologized, frowning in confusion. What was he apologizing for? She pondered this for a few moments, casting away the thought that he'd realized that his words had hurt her. She opened her mouth to ask him this, but was immediately sidetracked as he told her that what she did next time they saw each other should be an action, and then suggested she hug him. For a moment she figured he had to be joking, wondering why he'd put himself in a situation where he had to be close to her, but as he turned red and turned away from her in embarrassment, she realized he was serious. A slow grin came to her face, getting wider until she couldn't contain it and burst out laughing.
She laughed for a few moments, and when it had finally come to a stop there was still a wide, happy grin on her face. "Gosh, Emlyn, I love you! You're so funny. Sure, I can do that." She said, still chuckling to herself for a few moments before she actually realized exactly what she'd said. She stiffened, her eyes widening in horror, her smile disappearing. Great going, Ceara! Yeah, that won't freak him out at all! You've probably scared him away from life! She thought to herself, feeling like she was near panic as she realized that what she'd said really would freak Emlyn out. Immediately she tried to backtrack, hoping to reverse whatever damage she'd done. "Oh! That's not what I meant! Don't freak out, I just meant that... I just meant..." Again she was at a total loss for words. What had she meant when she'd said that? Pretty much exactly what she'd said. But she couldn't let Emlyn know that. Her face began to heat up and she knew she was blushing terribly. "I-I just meant...as a friend." She said, holding her breath without realizing it as she stared at Emlyn, waiting for his reaction. She felt like she was going to faint...but she'd never been one to faint, and she didn't. She just felt like she was going to out of horror._________________________________________ Words: 865 Mood: Good! =D Notes: Lawlll! Poor Emlyn! And I feel really evil now xD Poor Ceara! [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Sept 14, 2009 19:35:38 GMT -8
If he had been red then, he was burning now. In fact, he was at the maximum for even his ears were tinged now. What had she just said? He was sure she had been joking, but that didn't make the situation any less awkward. How exactly was he supposed to respond to that? Or maybe he should come up with something different? No, that would make him look stupid and...unclassy, though classy wasn't exactly a word that would be commonly used to describe him anyway. In fact, his lack in poise was rather severe, him being a more blunt and to-the-point person.
And then, since his usual bad luck always had to be in play, she started stuttering, requiring a response from him. He couldn't even look her in the eye, so it would be rather difficult, but it wasn't her fault that he had said something like that and he had to go through with it whether it made him feel weird or not. Wait...why was that again? The more he thought about it, the more he become confused with and at himself. No wonder she never seemed to know what to do around him, he wouldn't know either.
"No, um...it's fine, I mean, I don't think, I wouldn't think..." He was going to say he wouldn't think that she actually loved him, but...wasn't that what she had implied before? Wasn't that was Aithne had told him? Should he let Ceara know he knew? No, of course not! The words wouldn't even come out of his mouth and if they did it would make everything worse. And, after he told her, what would he say? It would be much better to keep his mouth shut and just let things go as they would...if that was humanly possible with him in the equation.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Sept 16, 2009 14:37:57 GMT -8
Ceara prided herself on the fact that she wasn't a coward. She was headstrong and foolhardy and much too quick to run into danger, all that she knew, but at least she wasn't a coward, right? Well, at the moment she felt like the biggest coward to ever exist, all because at this very moment she wanted nothing more than to turn and run away from Emlyn, maybe mumble some excuse about how she had to go before turning and taking off. But...something was holding her back. Quite a few somethings, actually.
The biggest thing that was holding her back was what Emlyn had said to her before...or, at least, what Dahlia had said to her in Emlyn's form. She didn't want to think about it in great detail at the moment, so she couldn't remember the exact words the bitch had used, but it had been something along the lines of 'Next time, don't run away'. That was what was keeping her from doing just that...she wasn't sure why, but still. However, it wasn't only that. Also the fact that if she ran away it would probably be awkward for her and Emlyn next time they saw each other. And how would he feel if she ran away? Not to imply that he would be sad or something, nothing like that, but knowing him as much as she did at the moment, she couldn't help but think that he probably wanted to run away too. But he wasn't. So how could she run away from him, make herself look like a coward and things like that in front of him?
She worked on forcing herself to stop blushing madly, and then smiled, though she knew he couldn't see it right now since he wasn't looking at her. "That's good, that we have a plan on what to do next time we see each other." She said, completely changing the subject and working on making her voice casual and at ease. "But I think I should probably get going now," She paused for a moment here, thinking of a quick excuse that would sound believable. "Gotta take my little brother somewhere." She said, chuckling and forcing it to sound natural. "So I'll see you around, Emlyn. Thanks again...for, uh, everything." She finished, smiling at him once more and giving him a little wave (even if he didn't see it) before turning and walking away, her pace slow and casual, her hands stuffed in her pockets. However, as soon as she turned out of his sight she planned on running the rest of the way home._________________________________________ Words: 465 Mood: Good <) Notes: End of post, right? xD [/size]
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