Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Nov 2, 2007 22:52:38 GMT -5
Damn! It seemed such a small step. Why is she so resistant to the notion of someone caring about her enough to ask? Try and salvage it. Who knows how long it may be til you have another chance if she leaves the tower now, like this.
Zee's friendly smile faded as hers did, though his did so more slowly. A minute wince coincided with each step she took away from him, as if each one caused him pain. He leaned forward slightly, looking as though he meant to pursue her. It was a difficult choice. No part of his mind was certain of his next action. The part he was most familiar with was screaming at him to stop her, but cautioning him not to frighten her away. The part that had never spoken up before until recently and that did not appear to consider any subject but Wysteria worth commentating on nudged him forward, whispering that he couldn't let her leave in that state. Yet it also seemed to hold him back, telling him that if she truly wanted to leave, to let her go. Zee's face, the concern still evident, was also twisted in confusion as he watched her, kept his eyes on hers.
His feet however did not move. In the end he went with the caution that his mind so often recommended. His eyes lowered to his own feet as she stepped down to the floor. He muttered almost reflexively in response to her comment about his bravery and her imperfection.
"Yeah, maybe I should've been in Gryffindor."
He dropped from the ledge as well, though as he landed he sat upon it. His eyes raised to meet hers as she turned around. His face still showing the confusion and concern and perhaps a hint of disappointment, he arched a single eye brow at her claim of not being upset, knowing it to not be entirely true. His words came out in a whisper, apparently having lost his voice momentarily.
"Wysteria, don't."
He coughed softly, seeking to moisten his parched throat. His voice returned, though he still spoke softly.
"Don't leave. I know you don't want to. Not like this anyway. I know you're not perfect. I would not have you be. I ask you to be nothing that you are not already. If you do not wish to answer my question, you have that right. But please do not run away because you feel threatened. Just . . ."
He raised his right arm slowly, extending his hand to her in an inviting but not demanding manner.
"Trust me . . ."
Zee's friendly smile faded as hers did, though his did so more slowly. A minute wince coincided with each step she took away from him, as if each one caused him pain. He leaned forward slightly, looking as though he meant to pursue her. It was a difficult choice. No part of his mind was certain of his next action. The part he was most familiar with was screaming at him to stop her, but cautioning him not to frighten her away. The part that had never spoken up before until recently and that did not appear to consider any subject but Wysteria worth commentating on nudged him forward, whispering that he couldn't let her leave in that state. Yet it also seemed to hold him back, telling him that if she truly wanted to leave, to let her go. Zee's face, the concern still evident, was also twisted in confusion as he watched her, kept his eyes on hers.
His feet however did not move. In the end he went with the caution that his mind so often recommended. His eyes lowered to his own feet as she stepped down to the floor. He muttered almost reflexively in response to her comment about his bravery and her imperfection.
"Yeah, maybe I should've been in Gryffindor."
He dropped from the ledge as well, though as he landed he sat upon it. His eyes raised to meet hers as she turned around. His face still showing the confusion and concern and perhaps a hint of disappointment, he arched a single eye brow at her claim of not being upset, knowing it to not be entirely true. His words came out in a whisper, apparently having lost his voice momentarily.
"Wysteria, don't."
He coughed softly, seeking to moisten his parched throat. His voice returned, though he still spoke softly.
"Don't leave. I know you don't want to. Not like this anyway. I know you're not perfect. I would not have you be. I ask you to be nothing that you are not already. If you do not wish to answer my question, you have that right. But please do not run away because you feel threatened. Just . . ."
He raised his right arm slowly, extending his hand to her in an inviting but not demanding manner.
"Trust me . . ."