05-20-2018, 08:49 PM
There was a prolonged moment where he was certain that he'd made a mistake, that relying on his own experience had been foolish -- Suite had jarred him so violently with her hug that he'd been shocked out of his own hysteria, but Hazel seemed to get even worse. He knew that she had an aversion to touch, had seen her flinch away once already, but he just didn't know what else to do to shake her out of it. He had been convinced that the only way to help was to consume her with warmth, as Suite had, and gods, he was so wrong. He couldn't let her go, either, though -- not now that he had her, thrashing against his hold, and Bastille felt vaguely desperate. He should let her go but he felt like that would be wrong, too, and thunder cracked loudly overhead as the storm started to pick up.
Breathe, he had to remind himself, struggling not to panic as she got more panicked, her aura flaring -- but then it stopped, and Bast let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "It's okay, it's just me, you're okay," he mumbled, mixing the words into his steady flow of words. He couldn't even remember what all he'd said to her, distracted as he'd been by trying to keep himself calm and calm her down, but he got the vague impression that she didn't know, either. He mumbled something under his breathe -- quick, quietly, distinctly foreign (German?) -- but she seemed to suddenly jerk back to life at the same moment.
Bastille's hands dropped, and he blinked back at her as she seemed to realize what was happening. "Hi," he said, slightly jilted, at a loss for what else to say as she said his name. She seemed surprised, but that wasn't much of a shock -- he knew she'd been trapped somewhere, in some distant memory. He became suddenly conscious on Luna's presence, and he glanced over his shoulder at her almost guiltily, as if his mentor had caught him doing something he shouldn't have. Which was... odd. One would image that he should be trying to help his Clanmates, but, well, he wasn't particularly good at it. (Nor did he hug people, or could remember the last time he'd actually hugged someone instead of being hugged. It was... weird.)
Hazel jerked his attention back, and for a moment he was confused about what she was apologizing for. He felt distinctly like he was supposed to apologize for touching her again, but instead he just ended up saying, "Well, at least you didn't nearly blow up the Observatory." He gave her a weak half-smile, because he just... wasn't sure what else to say. That it was okay? That he didn't mind? Instead he settled on the easy route that she gave him: pretending this never happened so that he could stop feeling so horribly awkward. "Uh, yeah. Never happened."
Breathe, he had to remind himself, struggling not to panic as she got more panicked, her aura flaring -- but then it stopped, and Bast let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "It's okay, it's just me, you're okay," he mumbled, mixing the words into his steady flow of words. He couldn't even remember what all he'd said to her, distracted as he'd been by trying to keep himself calm and calm her down, but he got the vague impression that she didn't know, either. He mumbled something under his breathe -- quick, quietly, distinctly foreign (German?) -- but she seemed to suddenly jerk back to life at the same moment.
Bastille's hands dropped, and he blinked back at her as she seemed to realize what was happening. "Hi," he said, slightly jilted, at a loss for what else to say as she said his name. She seemed surprised, but that wasn't much of a shock -- he knew she'd been trapped somewhere, in some distant memory. He became suddenly conscious on Luna's presence, and he glanced over his shoulder at her almost guiltily, as if his mentor had caught him doing something he shouldn't have. Which was... odd. One would image that he should be trying to help his Clanmates, but, well, he wasn't particularly good at it. (Nor did he hug people, or could remember the last time he'd actually hugged someone instead of being hugged. It was... weird.)
Hazel jerked his attention back, and for a moment he was confused about what she was apologizing for. He felt distinctly like he was supposed to apologize for touching her again, but instead he just ended up saying, "Well, at least you didn't nearly blow up the Observatory." He gave her a weak half-smile, because he just... wasn't sure what else to say. That it was okay? That he didn't mind? Instead he settled on the easy route that she gave him: pretending this never happened so that he could stop feeling so horribly awkward. "Uh, yeah. Never happened."
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