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Post by briala on May 8, 2008 17:42:23 GMT -5
"I didn't mean to literally look at something, I meant...well, I don't know what I meant!" Briala snapped, angrily trying to brush away the tears that were impeding her vision. She was mostly angry at herself for crying; if there was one thing Briala really hated, it was herself crying. She always felt it was silly and didn't solve any of her problems....as was being proved here. "I don't know what to do, Archon! I'm sorry," she murmured, grinding the heel of her palm into her eyes as if trying to plug up her tear ducts. Sadly, this method didn't work.
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Post by Linx Exotic on May 8, 2008 17:50:56 GMT -5
"Well, I do..." But Briala didn't seem to care about that, and Archon was left with no viable solution. All he wanted to do was extend his arms and take her in them, right then and there, but it wasn't about to happen with her apparent opposition. The result was that his mood had undergone an experience comparable to a watermelon being struck with a sledgehammer.
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Post by briala on May 8, 2008 18:02:32 GMT -5
"I told you, aside from that," Briala muttered between gritted teeth, annoyed both with Archon's persistance and the fact that the tears refused to stop flowing. Maybe years of pent up tears decided to come down now all at once, she mused absently. Foremost in her mind was how to make all this stop. "I'll help any other way I can. But...not...that."
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Post by Linx Exotic on May 8, 2008 18:05:34 GMT -5
"What are you gonna..." Archon couldn't finish his sentence. The agony rushing over him was so terrible that his words degenerated from strained panting to incoherent sobbing. He didn't even expect for his request to be granted anymore; things were so grim that Briala's agreeing to starting something was, in his mind, about as likely as a rain cloud gathering directly over the fort and not raining on either of them at all.
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Post by briala on May 8, 2008 18:13:47 GMT -5
Briala sighed, deciding she would just ignore the steady stream of tears pouring down her face. "I'll stay here, and wait while you collect yourself," she replied, her voice remarkably calm for the situation. "Then we'll go back up to the Fort, and go about our merry ways. I'm sure there's some sort of training I need to do, plus I want to practice with my bow." By now, her archery was mostly recreational, since they had been replaced by the odd contraptions that shot by themselves. However, she faithfully kept up her skill in the art, in case it was ever needed again. Her mind started to drift, imagining what she was going to do to practice again.
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Post by Linx Exotic on May 8, 2008 18:16:58 GMT -5
While Briala was planning out her future actions and speaking to him, Archon wasn't even listening to her words. They bounced off his ears as he attempted– and miserably failed– to cope with what he was feeling. Trying to regain lucidity would be a serious challenge, nearly impossible; collecting himself was out of the question. He'd already been wrecked and there was little he could do now to repair the damage he'd sustained.
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Post by briala on May 8, 2008 18:23:25 GMT -5
Mostly to distract herself, Briala began to alternately hum, and talk quietly to herself. "I need to sharpen my daggers, they've gotten awfully dull. And I haven't been able to shoot three arrows at once yet, so I should practice that...Archon, are you okay?" she asked sharply, glancing at the mouse. He most certainly did not look okay, despite Briala's faint hope that time would help him collect himself together.
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Post by Linx Exotic on May 8, 2008 18:30:10 GMT -5
Archon's composure had done nothing but deteriorate during the entire length of their conversation and this was no exceptional point. He was sobbing so hard that he risked passing out again, this time from hyperventilation. As before, he couldn't hear what Briala was saying, but more now because he was vividly recalling being whipped until the flesh on his back barely even existed anymore.
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