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25.Aug.12, 12:31 AM
"This..." He gestured to his plate, "...is anything but good. And what I really need is for certain persons to keep their mouth shut. Right or not, you have the worst timing and the most annoying habit of rambling on about the same thing more than once. Just shut it. Think long and hard. Then speak your thought once. And you better be picking the right place and time for it or someone else might not be so willing to not shut your mouth for you."
Yes, Sanderon was ticked. This young woman, no matter how sincere had to learn that there is a time and place for most everything. Her actions had not done anyone any good, least of all him. And least of all herself.
He saw her timidity and part of him just wanted to keep berating her. Part of him wanted to scream in rage in her very face. Another part actually felt sorry for her. When she held out to him a book he stared at it with uncertainty and his first instinct was to become suspicious. As he examined the book in her hands with his eyes he also noticed that her hands were shaking. Was she scared of him? He wondered with something akin to surprise. His face was passive-aggressive at this point though and did not reveal anything of how or what he was thinking. His 'mask' was firmly in place.
Reaching out his hands, they brushed hers ever so softly as he carefully took the book from her grasp. The weight of the book pulled on tender muscles but thankfully it did not pain him nearly as much as he thought it might. Looking at the title of the book he nearly grinned but didn't. It was obviously something she thought might be entertaining or enlightening. Maybe both? He wasn't sure what her reason for the gift was. All he knew right now is that by reading it, his boredom from being locked up wouldn't be nearly as unbearable. Perhaps he could forgive this loud mouth after all.
Giving her a slight nod to acknowledge the book, he put it on the table beside his plate and watched as she took a few steps closer to his bed. Instead of taking a chair or sitting on the edge of the bed, as he began to surmise she might do, she sank to the floor instead.
His brow creased with true confusion. He truly did not know what to make of this person sitting there trembling and as meek as a little bird. When she apologized again, he frowned and his anger flashed across his features. I'shan had completely ruined those words for him. I'm sorry, was all he heard all throughout his forced search. It was horrible that he felt that way about 'I am sorry' now, but he couldn't help it. It brought back too many horrible memories, even the most unpleasant recent ones.
Sanderon was opening his mouth to tell her off when her sad emotional state as she sat upon the floor came back into the forefront of his mind. Her next words softened his anger slightly before it had a chance to burst forth. She 'hadn't meant for it all to get so out of hand' was a much more sincere and heartfelt apology and one he felt he could accept.
Her name was Lymsleia. He nodded once for her apology and name and worked on putting her name to memory. It wasn't difficult. She was a hard sort to forget.
The very soft sound that issued forth through his mouth when she spoke about him wanting to stab her might have caused Lymsleia to think he had actually chuckled. Though it was very short-lived as he didn't make a habit of smiling much let alone actually chuckling. His words to her statement were meant to be given in humor but they came out a little more serious than he intended. He wasn't used to humor anymore and his voice was too keen on speaking with anger.
"Sure I do. Got a knife?"
Yes, Sanderon was ticked. This young woman, no matter how sincere had to learn that there is a time and place for most everything. Her actions had not done anyone any good, least of all him. And least of all herself.
He saw her timidity and part of him just wanted to keep berating her. Part of him wanted to scream in rage in her very face. Another part actually felt sorry for her. When she held out to him a book he stared at it with uncertainty and his first instinct was to become suspicious. As he examined the book in her hands with his eyes he also noticed that her hands were shaking. Was she scared of him? He wondered with something akin to surprise. His face was passive-aggressive at this point though and did not reveal anything of how or what he was thinking. His 'mask' was firmly in place.
Reaching out his hands, they brushed hers ever so softly as he carefully took the book from her grasp. The weight of the book pulled on tender muscles but thankfully it did not pain him nearly as much as he thought it might. Looking at the title of the book he nearly grinned but didn't. It was obviously something she thought might be entertaining or enlightening. Maybe both? He wasn't sure what her reason for the gift was. All he knew right now is that by reading it, his boredom from being locked up wouldn't be nearly as unbearable. Perhaps he could forgive this loud mouth after all.
Giving her a slight nod to acknowledge the book, he put it on the table beside his plate and watched as she took a few steps closer to his bed. Instead of taking a chair or sitting on the edge of the bed, as he began to surmise she might do, she sank to the floor instead.
His brow creased with true confusion. He truly did not know what to make of this person sitting there trembling and as meek as a little bird. When she apologized again, he frowned and his anger flashed across his features. I'shan had completely ruined those words for him. I'm sorry, was all he heard all throughout his forced search. It was horrible that he felt that way about 'I am sorry' now, but he couldn't help it. It brought back too many horrible memories, even the most unpleasant recent ones.
Sanderon was opening his mouth to tell her off when her sad emotional state as she sat upon the floor came back into the forefront of his mind. Her next words softened his anger slightly before it had a chance to burst forth. She 'hadn't meant for it all to get so out of hand' was a much more sincere and heartfelt apology and one he felt he could accept.
Her name was Lymsleia. He nodded once for her apology and name and worked on putting her name to memory. It wasn't difficult. She was a hard sort to forget.
The very soft sound that issued forth through his mouth when she spoke about him wanting to stab her might have caused Lymsleia to think he had actually chuckled. Though it was very short-lived as he didn't make a habit of smiling much let alone actually chuckling. His words to her statement were meant to be given in humor but they came out a little more serious than he intended. He wasn't used to humor anymore and his voice was too keen on speaking with anger.
"Sure I do. Got a knife?"
