[ Post a Response | Desreal ]
Posted by SE MARSHALL on November 30, 2008, 12:06 pm, in reply to "to: MARSHALL"
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He can feel her pain; feel the suddenness of the sharp pains both in her side, on her scars, and in her heart. He had meant to close off his mind to her but he couldn’t. She was too much a part of him, too much in his thoughts and on his mind. He could never sever himself completely from her. He turned towards her, not meeting her eyes, but touched his lips lightly to where she bled, healing them temporarily into the scars that they should be. He didn’t want her to hurt and it was suddenly then within the quiet turmoil of his own mind that he heard her story.
And he felt rage.
He stamps it down, though it is still in his eyes. But it’s not at her, never will it be at her. He crushes her to him then softly mumbling in her ears. “Saphira, I will never do that.” And he means it, says it fiercely. But he cannot hold her for long. He can feel her tense, rigid body within his own. He sighs softly, stepping away and finally meeting her eyes. “I’m sorry to do this to you Saphira.” He mumbles, softly. “I tried to keep you oblivious. I tried so hard.” He sighed softly, shoulders slumping in defeat. “It will have to be.” He smiles then, a sad smile, but he does not speak the words he thought.
Instead he shakes his head, dares himself to close the distance between them even knowing that he will never be able to touch her like he used to. She would always wonder now. He couldn’t put her through that turmoil (even though he had done much of it already). “I’m sorry.” He says quietly, aligning himself next to her form, shoulder to shoulder but not touching, letting her close the distance if she wanted to. 
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