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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Oct 7, 2009 19:51:24 GMT -8
Oh jees...water really had gotten into his brain, hadn't it? He hadn't thought she would need to talk about it. This was even worse than when she had kissed him, cause now instead of him trying to figure it out it was all on him! Unlike before, there was no choice to just do nothing about it. He had to respond somehow. After all, he couldn't run away when they were stuck in the water. He had stupidly swum himself into a corner all because he had forgotten the underwater world wasn't the real one.
But he regretted it. Not for the more likely reason that he didn't like her, but more because he was realizing it was a bad thing. All the things that had been happening to her lately, all the bad things...they always seemed to happen when he was around. Maybe it was because of him. It just wasn't fair to ask her to be around him, especially when, still in his mind, he found it hard to believe she'd want to and he probably wouldn't make it worth her while with all of his awkwardness...
"You know what? It'd probably be better if you pretended that never happened..." he said hesitantly. It was coming out completely the wrong way, but maybe that would be for the best. For her own benefit, it'd probably be better if she never saw him again. Then she could forget about him and be happy, right? "I can probably shimmy up one of these poles and lower down a rope to you..." he added, in a hurry to get out of the water, "then I can ride away on Treasure and that'll be the end of it."
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Oct 8, 2009 8:40:14 GMT -8
Ceara just stared at him as he spoke, unable to believe what he was saying. She was half furious, and half miserable. In fact, it took her a few moments to actually understand what he'd said, because after he had told her that she should forget about it, her ears had sort of begun to ring as she tried to drown out the rest of his words. It didn't work, and she actually wanted to hear what he said, but it just made her hurt that much worse. Her eyes filled with tears, something that didn't happen very often. She hoped he wouldn't notice.
She looked away from him, staying quiet for a few moments and trying to blink away the tears. She'd known it. She'd told herself not to start hoping that he liked her, and yet when he kissed her she hadn't been able to help it. Now, just as she'd predicted, it hurt so much worse. She wished she'd never met him now, to save herself from the pain of liking him and knowing she'd likely never have him. She wasn't sure if she actually meant that...she would be sorry if she never saw him again, but at the moment she was too miserable to care.
"Do what you want. You stupid..." She snarled angrily at him, breaking off at the end before suddenly dunking underwater so that he couldn't see the tears that had started to trail down her cheeks. She turned underwater and swam a few feet away from him, and then finally came up with her back to him, still crying soundlessly as she glared off into the distance. She felt sort of like she'd been used, like he'd kissed her just to lead her on. She didn't really think Emlyn was the sort of guy to do something like that, but now she wasn't even sure._________________________________________ Words: 335 Mood: Sad...making Ceara all sad made me feel sad xD Notes: Mean, Emlyn. Meeeaaaaan. =( [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Oct 10, 2009 11:12:33 GMT -8
It felt like a great lead ball had been dropped into his stomach...it was awful. She must have thought he was a terrible person right now. But that was good, right? She'd never seek him out again and bad things would stop happening to her and Emlyn could deal with them by himself like he had always done. Hell, it had been stupid of him to ever think it might be different. He never got along with people. And no one could stand to be by his side for very long...could he really blame anyone for that?
He was a terrible person and bad luck just seemed to revolve around him, not to mention bad people. And even if you caught him by himself, he was always with his bad-tempered animals that demanded most of his attention. He was rude and he was mean and he was cold-hearted. To be perfectly honest, he thought that Ceara was unintelligent for even wanting to be around him, so he...he was just trying to help her make the right decision, an that would be to get away as fast and far as humanly possible.
So he sighed, and tried to ignore her as he gripped the pole that held up the end of the dock with both hands and then put both his feet on. The bottom part was smooth because of all the water that went past it constantly, but higher up, it was rough enough for him to be able to easily climb it. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He was pretty good at climbing. He hated coming out of the water and feeling his wet clothes stick to him, but when he got to the top, he was able to quickly find a rope and lower it down.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Oct 10, 2009 11:44:47 GMT -8
Ceara could hear what he was doing, could hear that he was climbing the pole to get back onto the dock. She wasn't surprised that he hadn't tried to comfort her. Emlyn wasn't that sort of person, and trying to comfort an angry person would just make him feel awkward. Everything made him feel awkward. She was a little surprised with the bitterness she felt, but she decided it was to be expected, with what he'd just done. Did she still love him? Of course she did. She was just really, really angry at him now. She kept her back to him and worked on stopping the tears, which took a while. When she'd successfully stopped them, however, she just glared over the water, looking as angry as she felt. Her eyes, usually bright and carefree were dark and blank. She felt numb, and like she couldn't feel anything other then the anger and the empty feeling.
Eventually, when she was certain that he was already on the dock and had thrown her down the rope, she turned around and swum towards the dock, her eyes narrowed. She grabbed onto the rope without saying anything and waiting, knowing that Emlyn would pull her up. She wasn't in the mood to protest with him, either. If he wanted to struggle to pull her up, then it was his loss when his arms were tired afterward. Had she thought of it, she probably could have climbed up the pull like he had before she'd gotten them into this mess, but she hadn't thought of it. She waited while he pulled her up, and then pushed herself to her feet once she was on the dock.
She didn't even look at him as she shoved roughly past him, hitting his shoulder with her own. If he couldn't tell that she was furious at him, then there was something wrong with him. Did she expect him to care? No, not really. She was tempted to shove him into the water also, but she decided that was too mean. She'd planned on just storming away from him and leaving without a word, but she wasn't the sort of person to do stuff like that. She had to find a way to vent her angry, anyways, or she felt like she'd explode. What better person to take her anger out on then the man who'd made her this angry? So instead she stormed a few feet away from him and then stopped abruptly, spinning around to face him and glaring daggers at him. "You're a real ass hole, you know that? You think you can kiss me and then just cut me out of your life!? What I don't understand is why you would want to do that. What the hell did I do?" She demanded, striding over to him. Again she felt the urge to push him into the water, but she held back for now._________________________________________ Words: 513 Mood: Annoyed. I feel what Ceara feels, t'is funny xD Notes: >) [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Oct 10, 2009 14:59:10 GMT -8
It was hard to pull her up. Not because she was heavy or anything but because he was thinking of what he'd have to face when she was up. She wouldn't just let him go, and he wouldn't have enough time to mount Treasure before she said something and he wouldn't just run away. He couldn't just run away, whether it was for the better or for the worse. He was terrible at storming off in a huff. For some reason he always froze and took on whatever was being yelled at him head on. Maybe it was because he unconsciously thought it would make him stronger.
He could tell she was angry. Hell, she had every right in the world to be angry for thinking he was just tossing her aside after leading her on. But he couldn't take back his action, he just wanted to make sure it would never happen again...for her sake. Didn't that make sense? Couldn't she see it? No, of course, she never saw anything, though it was his fault because he could never say anything the way he meant to say it. He was the king of being misinterpreted for good reason.
"I know I'm an asshole." He clenched his fists, "which is exactly why you shouldn't have to deal with me," he explained poorly, glad that Treasure hadn't run away and was just standing on the dock like he hadn't noticed Emlyn had jumped into the water. He grabbed the reins and just stood there, not with his back to her, but not facing her either, waiting for her to leave or give some sort of sign that she wanted him to leave, though he didn't know what it would be. It was just instinct.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Oct 10, 2009 15:19:49 GMT -8
God, Ceara felt like she was going to go insane. She glared at him as he poorly explained that he knew that he was an asshole, and that that was why she shouldn't have to deal with him. It was a crappy explanation, and it didn't make her feel any better. If anything, it made her feel worse. She felt like he was breaking up with her, even if they hadn't been together, and making up some bullshit lie about how he was doing it for her, because she deserved better then him or something. Like that oh so cliche line of 'It's not you, it's me'. It had been used so many times that just about everyone knew that it was bullshit when they heard it, and didn't believe it for a second, and she felt like he was trying to pull something like that on her. The asshole.
She snarled wordlessly at him and spun around once again beginning to storm away. She'd only gone about three feet when she spun to face him once more and stalked back towards him, still looking furious. It was so much easier to be angry then it was to be sad. She'd cry over this later, when she was alone, for now was when she'd try make him regret doing that to her. She wanted to slap him- well no, punch him, since she didn't do the girly slap that girls who didn't know how to punch did. Or she wanted to push him into the water again. However, he'd grabbed hold of Treasure's reins, and even she was not so cruel as to push him in so that he would drag his animals in with him. They'd probably just die if they did fall in, anyways, as it would be near impossible to get them out.
"Don't you think that should be my choice? If you don't want to see me ever again, don't hide behind some bullshit excuse about how it's for my own good, because you're not fooling anyone. If it really was for my own good, then it should be my choice whether I want to cut you out or not, not the other way around." She snarled. She was restless, and she felt like moving. She kept crossing her arms over her chest, only to uncross them a moment later and instead place them on her hips, and then take them away a moment later. She couldn't feel to find a posture that fit how furious her was, or was comfortable or anything like that. She felt betrayed, and not only because she liked Emlyn and he'd led her on only to cut her out now, but because he was probably her closest friend also. Pretty pathetic, eh? But it was true. She'd told her deepest secret to him, and she'd trusted him above everyone else not to hurt her in any way, and now what he was doing was probably hurting her more then any physical wound she'd ever received- and she'd received a lot in her life. Instead she just stood there glaring at him, doing her best not to show her hurt and betrayal, though she knew she was failing._________________________________________ Words: 567 Mood: Eh Notes: Asshole= Emlyn. [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Oct 11, 2009 9:05:29 GMT -8
"No...it shouldn't be your choice," he said while viciously rubbing Treasure's muzzle to distract himself, "cause you don't know me as well as I do." It was true, she couldn't know it was a bad idea to be around him because she didn't know about his dark side...at least, as much. In fact, only a few people knew about the violent outbursts he would do every once in awhile. She didn't know that he sometimes wandered around at night when everyone else was asleep, she didn't know how strange he could get.
But she wouldn't know that, would she? She couldn't see the reasons in his head, and maybe that was for the best. If she hated him, she wouldn't seek him out, now would she? If she thought he was an ass and a coward, it would only ensure that his plan would work out. And this was good, right? He could go back to being a loner on the outskirts who would every once in awhile affect the play of the main players...nothing more, because he simply wasn't a hero and just...never could be.
He should go. The longer he stayed, the longer she would have a chance to persuade him that this was all bull. So he moved to the side of Treasure and reached under the saddle to tighten the girth, and with light hands, picked up Talisman and put her on his haunches, removing her from her previous position on the saddle. He then grabbed his long trench coat and his boots that he had shed and put them on, even though it felt really weird since he was still wet. Putting a foot in the stirrup, he swung onto Treasure's back and tried to avoid eye contact.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Oct 11, 2009 11:23:37 GMT -8
Ceara just continued to glare at Emlyn as he responded and then climbed up onto Treasure's back, obviously not planning to stay for much longer. Fine, if this was how he wanted to be...she didn't need him. At least, that's what she tried to tell herself. She just glared at him and cursed herself for having made sure a horrible choice in getting a crush on him. Most guys would not act like this, at least, she didn't think so. "Fine, whatever, I don't need you. Just know that your reasoning is awful." She snarled before turning and storming away, this time not stopping and turning back like she'd done the other two times. As soon as her back was to him, she'd begun to cry again. So long as he couldn't see that, though, it was fine. She planned on going home, curling up in her bed and contemplating never getting up again. Life sucked._________________________________________ Words: 170 Mood: Not bad Notes: Felt no need to make this long cause it's the end of post, right? [/size]
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