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22.Aug.12, 01:48 AM
He visibly flinched when A'liran demanded to know who had been responsible for V'zire's current state. It was shameful how easily A'liran pieced everything together. V'zire hadn't meant for his distress to be so obvious, but then again he had no idea someone was going to walk in on him before he could find his composure once again. All he would have needed was just a little more time to settle his thoughts, long enough for the ache to leave his body and the pain in his heart to recede. He could have at least looked fine then, but as things were he was far from being fine.
V'zire pulled his legs in against his chest, trying to hide what had happened to him regardless of it already being too late for that. Hazel eyes peered anxiously over to the other Greenrider, observing the flourish of emotions on his face. A'liran had the anger that V'zire could not bring himself to feel. He was sad, ashamed, but right now he just couldn't feel angry. He should be, had every right to be.
The shirt had been passed over to A'liran, and V'zire crossed his arms awkwardly at his chest to hide that nakedness. Normally he wouldn't be this sensitive, but considering what had just happened he was well within his rights to try and hide himself, protect himself. "Y-you don't have to. I'm not sure it'd even turn out well if patched. T-the seam would be noticeable, and I couldn't look at it." It was easier to talk about his shirt than it was to talk about S'kef. He couldn't bring himself to even answer A'liran's question of who had done it. If he didn't talk about it, maybe he'd forget it ever happened quicker.
"It's... okay. It wasn't a-as bad as it could have been." He felt so wrong for even saying that, but it was something he'd say to Niskziath to keep her from worrying over him.
V'zire pulled his legs in against his chest, trying to hide what had happened to him regardless of it already being too late for that. Hazel eyes peered anxiously over to the other Greenrider, observing the flourish of emotions on his face. A'liran had the anger that V'zire could not bring himself to feel. He was sad, ashamed, but right now he just couldn't feel angry. He should be, had every right to be.
The shirt had been passed over to A'liran, and V'zire crossed his arms awkwardly at his chest to hide that nakedness. Normally he wouldn't be this sensitive, but considering what had just happened he was well within his rights to try and hide himself, protect himself. "Y-you don't have to. I'm not sure it'd even turn out well if patched. T-the seam would be noticeable, and I couldn't look at it." It was easier to talk about his shirt than it was to talk about S'kef. He couldn't bring himself to even answer A'liran's question of who had done it. If he didn't talk about it, maybe he'd forget it ever happened quicker.
"It's... okay. It wasn't a-as bad as it could have been." He felt so wrong for even saying that, but it was something he'd say to Niskziath to keep her from worrying over him.
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[span style="background-color:#64B116;"][color=#CCFFCC]Niskziath Speech[/color][/span]
