08-20-2020, 07:50 PM
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He ignored his own apprehension and the worry that crept up his spine as he trotted around Haven in an attempt to locate his friend. He would just watch from a distance; intervening would be wrong. Besides, he told himself, he wasn't actually doing this out of worry. No... No, this was definitely so he could better understand what he would have to deal with when he participated in the ritual... Yeah. He bit his lip and shook his head. Agonizing about all that wouldn't do anyone any good, so he forcefully shoved his emotions aside.
"What the hell?" The words sluggishly brushed passed his lips as he moved closer to Paola, Seapaw, and Michael. It took mere seconds to note the way Seapaw and Michael acted and spoke carefully, indicating to him something is wrong. As he drew nearer, he finally saw Paola, curled into a ball, shaking violently. A burst of red anger washed over him, hating whatever caused Paola to look so frightened.
The feline limped closer, stopping only when he was directly in front of Paola. "Hey," he greeted, voice gentle. The tone wasn't nearly as soothing as Seapaw's or Michael's, but it wasn't unkind, just his rough-around-the-edges way of dealing with emotional scenes. His lips tugged downward in a frown, and had he not looked so puzzled, the scowl on his face would've been deep.
His expression softened significantly, and for not the first time, he wished he better understood how to console others. "Hey, you're okay," he promised and his voice was lighter than before. Should he reach out? Paola liked hugs, but what if she needed space? Should he keep talking? Should they wait until she said something? What if she didn't say anything? Questions buzzed in his mind like a swarm of bees. He decided he should let Seapaw and Michael handle this - they were already doing a fine job -, but he remained seated in front of her, hoping his presence could, by some miracle, help.
He ignored his own apprehension and the worry that crept up his spine as he trotted around Haven in an attempt to locate his friend. He would just watch from a distance; intervening would be wrong. Besides, he told himself, he wasn't actually doing this out of worry. No... No, this was definitely so he could better understand what he would have to deal with when he participated in the ritual... Yeah. He bit his lip and shook his head. Agonizing about all that wouldn't do anyone any good, so he forcefully shoved his emotions aside.
"What the hell?" The words sluggishly brushed passed his lips as he moved closer to Paola, Seapaw, and Michael. It took mere seconds to note the way Seapaw and Michael acted and spoke carefully, indicating to him something is wrong. As he drew nearer, he finally saw Paola, curled into a ball, shaking violently. A burst of red anger washed over him, hating whatever caused Paola to look so frightened.
The feline limped closer, stopping only when he was directly in front of Paola. "Hey," he greeted, voice gentle. The tone wasn't nearly as soothing as Seapaw's or Michael's, but it wasn't unkind, just his rough-around-the-edges way of dealing with emotional scenes. His lips tugged downward in a frown, and had he not looked so puzzled, the scowl on his face would've been deep.
His expression softened significantly, and for not the first time, he wished he better understood how to console others. "Hey, you're okay," he promised and his voice was lighter than before. Should he reach out? Paola liked hugs, but what if she needed space? Should he keep talking? Should they wait until she said something? What if she didn't say anything? Questions buzzed in his mind like a swarm of bees. He decided he should let Seapaw and Michael handle this - they were already doing a fine job -, but he remained seated in front of her, hoping his presence could, by some miracle, help.
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[glow=black,200,600]all of your flaws and all of my flaws[/glow]
devland taji / the typhoon / beta / tags / penned by redamancy
[glow=black,1,100]they lie there hand in hand