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ataraxionlogs2012-08-31 07:24 pm
culver) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-08-31 07:24 pm
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you're the only one who ever drove me crazy
CHARACTERS: Nill & you.
LOCATION: Just outside the media library on her level, possibly elsewhere.
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Nill is trying to give Heine some space, and decides to wander.
NOTES: Still pretty iffy around men, but much better than when she first arrived. She is also still molting.
[The hole in the wall near her bed had already been covered with a little bit of tape and paper, the smell of gunpowder had already been wafted from their room, and he had already agreed not to sleep with his guns anymore. And he had still made her stay with Betty for the past few days. Not that she didn't like Betty--she was great, and so kind and helpful. But the stress of being away from Heine had made her molt faster, made her wings itch and ache worse.
So to say the least, Nill was not in a particularly pleasant mood.
But she was trying. She had tried to keep the smile on her face and her negative emotions held back. It was exhausting, but she hadn't lost her mask once, had satisfied herself with just texting him now and then to make sure he was okay, that he was trying to sleep and that he was eating. She hoped that he'd show up soon, like he so often did, but wasn't holding her breath. He'd find her when he was ready, when he was sure that he wouldn't snap her in half from one wrong move. She trusted him, but he didn't trust himself, and that was always the problem.
Another day without seeing him meant that she could either stay cooped up or wander. The latter was her immediate choice, and she texted him to let him know where she'd be, and then set out, dressed in one of the Lolita outfits because she hadn't been around their room to do laundry yet. She knew where the library was, had already practiced reading and writing there, so it was familiar. No harm in going to a familiar place, even alone.]
LOCATION: Just outside the media library on her level, possibly elsewhere.
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Nill is trying to give Heine some space, and decides to wander.
NOTES: Still pretty iffy around men, but much better than when she first arrived. She is also still molting.
[The hole in the wall near her bed had already been covered with a little bit of tape and paper, the smell of gunpowder had already been wafted from their room, and he had already agreed not to sleep with his guns anymore. And he had still made her stay with Betty for the past few days. Not that she didn't like Betty--she was great, and so kind and helpful. But the stress of being away from Heine had made her molt faster, made her wings itch and ache worse.
So to say the least, Nill was not in a particularly pleasant mood.
But she was trying. She had tried to keep the smile on her face and her negative emotions held back. It was exhausting, but she hadn't lost her mask once, had satisfied herself with just texting him now and then to make sure he was okay, that he was trying to sleep and that he was eating. She hoped that he'd show up soon, like he so often did, but wasn't holding her breath. He'd find her when he was ready, when he was sure that he wouldn't snap her in half from one wrong move. She trusted him, but he didn't trust himself, and that was always the problem.
Another day without seeing him meant that she could either stay cooped up or wander. The latter was her immediate choice, and she texted him to let him know where she'd be, and then set out, dressed in one of the Lolita outfits because she hadn't been around their room to do laundry yet. She knew where the library was, had already practiced reading and writing there, so it was familiar. No harm in going to a familiar place, even alone.]
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Just weird seein' you here alone. Not - [He gives his head a small shake, that came out wrong. Not that he would know what's weird or not with her.] I mean. Y'seem nervous, I guess.
[Or, you know, Ned, maybe it's because you're a huge surly looking dude.]
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Nill runs her hands gently over the rabbit's head, smoothing its ears. She shakes her head a bit, trying to dispel the idea of being nervous. Partly for him, but mostly for herself.]
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No?]
You're not, huh.
[It's out right as he thinks it, but if he's annoyed with the lack of mental filter there he doesn't show it.]
That's. That's good.
[Because, well, he's sort of on edge and hell if he knows why.]