Post by Nagase Eri on Feb 19, 2014 20:35:23 GMT
when she's lit the whole wide world i want to know if you will beg me and then tell me how to love you like anybody else would i know you're risking failure go run for cover you better start to love her
She wasn't sure what had possessed her to ask the redheaded man to be her protector for the next while. I should have been able to handle that myself... Thinking about how she had meekly stood by and left the action to the others made her feel a little sick to her stomach. She felt weak.
She hadn't been like that before. She had at least been able to stand up for herself and not seem so pathetic that no one listened. Had that series of incidents broken her so badly that she was merely a shadow of who she had been before? It certainly felt like it.
Now was not really the time to have such uncomfortable realizations; if her redheaded companion had seen the look on her face, he might have been inclined to ask what was wrong with her. Just an assumption, of course, based on the fact that he'd been kind enough to not side by and just watch those drunkards. That doesn't mean he'll pry. It doesn't mean he's really that nice. What if he wants something from me?
Just because he'd stopped the drunkards from touching her didn't mean he wouldn't himself.
She was too trusting, and she knew it, but she couldn't bring herself to believe that there was evil in the hearts of good people... or, conversely, that there was good in the hearts of evil people. But she supposed that that depended on one's definitions of 'good' and 'evil.'
Eri hadn't even realized that she hadn't fully sheathed her sword since threatening the drunk until her companion spoke. Nodding slightly, she slid the blade back into its plain sheath, although her fingers still danced over the hilt - a nervous habit she'd developed recently.
"I'm fine, thank you," she murmured in response. On the outside, at least. But she wouldn't even begin to think about burdening a stranger with her emotional damage. It would be far too rude of her to do so.
So focused on her own thoughts, she didn't notice the departure of the other cloaked man and the woman that had been with him. After a few moments of silence, she turned to look at the red-haired man, whose tresses were all she'd really seen of him so far. "Who are you?" A pause. "...if you don't mind me asking."
She hadn't been like that before. She had at least been able to stand up for herself and not seem so pathetic that no one listened. Had that series of incidents broken her so badly that she was merely a shadow of who she had been before? It certainly felt like it.
Now was not really the time to have such uncomfortable realizations; if her redheaded companion had seen the look on her face, he might have been inclined to ask what was wrong with her. Just an assumption, of course, based on the fact that he'd been kind enough to not side by and just watch those drunkards. That doesn't mean he'll pry. It doesn't mean he's really that nice. What if he wants something from me?
Just because he'd stopped the drunkards from touching her didn't mean he wouldn't himself.
She was too trusting, and she knew it, but she couldn't bring herself to believe that there was evil in the hearts of good people... or, conversely, that there was good in the hearts of evil people. But she supposed that that depended on one's definitions of 'good' and 'evil.'
Eri hadn't even realized that she hadn't fully sheathed her sword since threatening the drunk until her companion spoke. Nodding slightly, she slid the blade back into its plain sheath, although her fingers still danced over the hilt - a nervous habit she'd developed recently.
"I'm fine, thank you," she murmured in response. On the outside, at least. But she wouldn't even begin to think about burdening a stranger with her emotional damage. It would be far too rude of her to do so.
So focused on her own thoughts, she didn't notice the departure of the other cloaked man and the woman that had been with him. After a few moments of silence, she turned to look at the red-haired man, whose tresses were all she'd really seen of him so far. "Who are you?" A pause. "...if you don't mind me asking."
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zanji
ryou
akira
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tags:
zanji
ryou
akira
will it change your life if i change my mind?