11.Mar.12, 02:29 AM
Tal turned his head away, no longer able to stand the look in Erisi's eyes. He heard Val's kind words, which served to relieve a bit of his tension and slow his unsteady heartbeat, but they didn't clear him of all his anxiety. He still felt as if he hung over a firepit by a mere thread, threatening to topple into it at any time.
Unfortunately, while he'd surprised the incident, he was far from well. He imagined he would be sick for at least two or three days, and as he sat in rigid anticipation of Erisi's verdict, his body decided to remind him. He clutched his stomach and wrenched forward a bit, startled by the sudden wave of nausea that ran over him. Sweat popped up on his brow as he realized just how precarious his situation was. He sick, pessimistic, emotional, and well...delicate. So soon after brushing against his own death, the outright rejection was causing what he termed in his head as a violent stress reaction.
He set his jaw and concentrated on keeping the bile in his stomach (for he didn't have anything else to vomit). How horrible, to be rejected like this when he knew for a fact that if Eri was the suicidal one, he'd be kneeling at his bed late into the night! Tal looked away in shame and bitterness, but also embarrassment. He figured throwing up on Eri would be the worst thing for him to do.
He heaved for a moment, but managed to settle it soon enough. He groaned and hoped to Faranth that neither of them had noticed. He hated feeling this puny already. He wanted to lash out at Erisi, to point out that Eri was just as selfish for expecting - no demanding friends who would never hurt him. For running at the first sign of danger. But Tal just didn't have it in him. He barely managed to talk himself out of just giving up entirely. Eri was worth a fight.
Of couse, Tal's version of 'fight' was different from most.
"Eri..." he coughed, cautiously turning around. "Please? I would do it for you," was all he said, unable to think of anything else. Even so, his pessimistic side quickly took over as he sank low in his bed, fully anticipating a violent rejection.
Unfortunately, while he'd surprised the incident, he was far from well. He imagined he would be sick for at least two or three days, and as he sat in rigid anticipation of Erisi's verdict, his body decided to remind him. He clutched his stomach and wrenched forward a bit, startled by the sudden wave of nausea that ran over him. Sweat popped up on his brow as he realized just how precarious his situation was. He sick, pessimistic, emotional, and well...delicate. So soon after brushing against his own death, the outright rejection was causing what he termed in his head as a violent stress reaction.
He set his jaw and concentrated on keeping the bile in his stomach (for he didn't have anything else to vomit). How horrible, to be rejected like this when he knew for a fact that if Eri was the suicidal one, he'd be kneeling at his bed late into the night! Tal looked away in shame and bitterness, but also embarrassment. He figured throwing up on Eri would be the worst thing for him to do.
He heaved for a moment, but managed to settle it soon enough. He groaned and hoped to Faranth that neither of them had noticed. He hated feeling this puny already. He wanted to lash out at Erisi, to point out that Eri was just as selfish for expecting - no demanding friends who would never hurt him. For running at the first sign of danger. But Tal just didn't have it in him. He barely managed to talk himself out of just giving up entirely. Eri was worth a fight.
Of couse, Tal's version of 'fight' was different from most.
"Eri..." he coughed, cautiously turning around. "Please? I would do it for you," was all he said, unable to think of anything else. Even so, his pessimistic side quickly took over as he sank low in his bed, fully anticipating a violent rejection.