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Arashi
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Be silent, he said? Be silent?? So he was angry, annoyed, and... annoying. Indignance rose up and battled with the sadness that she also felt. Isalien welcomed it. She didn't like to feel sad, especially over him, the one she was supposed to no longer trust to stay with her. He was going to leave soon. Don't get attached. She huffed as he turned to the doorway, letting her blanket fall to her hips, then hurriedly began pulling on a sweater.
"Don't you 'be silent' me... what century are you from, anyways..." she murmured when her head was inside the sweater in the process of pulling it on. Her head popped out, sending her damp hair into wild frizzy curls. She raised her voice. "And don't turn around."
She let the blanket hit the grass, then pulled on a pair of drawstring shorts, grumbling about the fact that she still hadn't been able to purchase new underwear. It was distracting, this whole going commando thing. Finally, she walked over to him swiftly, brushing past him and towards the barrier.
"Come on," she urged him, now as impatient as him. She held her arms out, waiting to be carted off since she couldn't run fast enough for him. There was no tenseness in her at the aspect of being close to Beal, though, even though she was irritated and hurt by him. If anything, it comforted her after the complete lack of touch in past few years, though he'd almost killed her once and still wasn't entirely gentle with her. It seemed like a long time ago he'd almost killed her, but once she thought about it, it wasn't even a day ago. Briefly, she felt familiar fear wash over her. Had she been entirely foolish to trust him so quickly?
To her surprise, Isalien rationalized her trust of Beal with just a few thoughts. He might be mean and he would definitely leave her, but she trusted him with her safety until he did decide to leave.
((Gross. Isi's a softie :P ))
"Don't you 'be silent' me... what century are you from, anyways..." she murmured when her head was inside the sweater in the process of pulling it on. Her head popped out, sending her damp hair into wild frizzy curls. She raised her voice. "And don't turn around."
She let the blanket hit the grass, then pulled on a pair of drawstring shorts, grumbling about the fact that she still hadn't been able to purchase new underwear. It was distracting, this whole going commando thing. Finally, she walked over to him swiftly, brushing past him and towards the barrier.
"Come on," she urged him, now as impatient as him. She held her arms out, waiting to be carted off since she couldn't run fast enough for him. There was no tenseness in her at the aspect of being close to Beal, though, even though she was irritated and hurt by him. If anything, it comforted her after the complete lack of touch in past few years, though he'd almost killed her once and still wasn't entirely gentle with her. It seemed like a long time ago he'd almost killed her, but once she thought about it, it wasn't even a day ago. Briefly, she felt familiar fear wash over her. Had she been entirely foolish to trust him so quickly?
To her surprise, Isalien rationalized her trust of Beal with just a few thoughts. He might be mean and he would definitely leave her, but she trusted him with her safety until he did decide to leave.
((Gross. Isi's a softie :P ))