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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Aug 28, 2019 16:21:22 GMT 1
Sunlight shone through the window, but it did nothing to lift the spirits of the black haired male as he sat quietly in the chair, unmoving. Dull eyes looked out the window, taking in everything and nothing. It had been like this since he'd woken up from his coma. When Rob had transported them from the forest to the medical wing, Killian had followed suit in passing out. The months of being stuck in a chaotic state on top of the curse being fully activated, his body just hadn't been able to handle the stress of it all. It had started with him passing out, followed by fever. Originally they'd assumed it was merely exhaustion, but his condition had steadily worsened. Internal organs had been damaged and Killian was forced again to fight for his life. They'd resuscitated him twice and then sedated him to keep him calm. They weren't aware that he was no longer a walking time bomb and had taken the necessary precautions to keep the druid and everyone else safe. Eventually, it was agreed that Killian needed to be placed into a medical coma until he could fully recover.
After three weeks under, he was finally awake. He had to stay for observation, but he didn't argue. Most of the days he spent laying in bed until mealtime, where he picked over his food, eating small portions if any at all. Killian had recovered just fine, but no one really knew what was tormenting him. Everyone was dead. At night he'd call out the names of his family, trapped in a nightmare as he desperately tried to save them, only to wake up in a cold sweat. The staff had offered to talk to him, but his answer was always the same, "I don't want to talk about it." Finally, he had a voice and there was nothing he wished to talk about. He just wanted to be left alone.
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Sept 19, 2019 17:57:50 GMT 1
- LOOK TO THE HEAVENS BUT THERE'S NO ONE ABOVE - Killian was alive. She knew, of course, the nephilim worked part time in the medical center to help out where she could and she'd heard that the druid had pulled through, that he was going to survive. That he could talk. There was a warring mixture of emotions within her though, she was so, so angry. Relieved, of course, she'd understandably cried with happiness when Rob had told her and even risked giving the other nephilim a tight hug to thank him in his role for making sure that Killian hadn't sunk into the earth, or that he hadn't been alone. The guard was a fantastic person despite where he'd been raised and she was forever grateful for not losing a friend.
However, she was still angry and even with her upcoming degree in psychology she couldn't quite put her finger on why she felt that way. Because he'd worried her so much perhaps? No, that made no sense, he'd truly thought this was the end and it very nearly had been. She can't be mad about that.. Maybe later she'll be able to put her finger on it, for now she was putting it aside because he was deemed not dangerous now and allowed visitors and she was determined to see him whether he wanted guests or not.
Because he was Killian and he'd defied the odds. So her previous goodbye could be discarded, it was null and void. She certainly isn't one to give up so easily.
But she was hesitant, the nurses had said that he wasn't in a very social mood at all. Not that she can blame him, he'd been through a lot, but she had a homemade cupcake and some potted flowers she'd specifically picked from those that he'd sprouted with his own magic months beforehand. "Killian..?" Her voice was slightly hushed as she knocked quietly on the door before opening the thing, to see him awake though made her smile brightly, "Killian," she said again, relief evident in her tone and she didn't wait for an invite to wander over to place the potted plant beside his bedside along with the cupcake and sat herself down in the little corner chair, perched right on the edge, "you have no idea how worried I've been, how are you feeling? Can I get you anything?"
So she might be slipping a little into her usual 'mothering' mode that she tends to gain when around ill people.. But he looked sad, sad people always want something, right? notes, n stuff
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Sept 20, 2019 2:38:48 GMT 1
Was one truly alive if they felt dead on the inside? Killian would have argued that the answer was no. He'd been a former shell of himself when he'd been consumed in chaos, and now he was a shell of himself once more. Freysha had tried to leave him with a shred of hope, but the last thing he wanted think about was yet another prophecy. He was tired of being plagued with prophecies and talk of fate and destiny. If he could cut the cord and walk his own path he would.
The black haired male had not been expecting any visitors. He thought he'd made himself clear when the nurses had tried to come to talk with him a week prior. The flowers they'd brought to cheer him up had wilted away upon entrance of the room. His sour mood was leaking into his magic. Magic that he could control and yet he'd let it flow freely. When someone called his name from the other side of the door, Killian ignored them. The knock made him turn his head just enough to consider reinforcing it with magic. It opened before he could come to a real conclusion. There stood Cally, her smile bright. He had mixed feelings about seeing here. The last time they'd spoken was a bit blotchy. He couldn't remember much from that day, but he knew he'd made her cry. Shame washed over him. The sight of flowers and a cupcake in her hand didn't make it any better. Unlike with the nurses, the flowers she held didn't wilt. They were of his own creation and Cally had that effect on him. He didn't have it in him to reject her presence, not after everything he'd put her through.
He watched her cross the room, placing the gifts on his bedside. When she sat down, he looked back to the window. The sunlight was starting to feel warm. As Cally spoke, Killian listened. Of course she'd been worried. He was silent for a long moment, choosing his words carefully. "Cally." He didn't bother looking at her. He didn't want to see her expression as he said what he needed to say. That and he didn't want her to see how he really felt. His eyes always gave him away if nothing else. "I'm sorry." He was being sincere. "I never meant to drag you into any of this. I won't ask your forgiveness but know I really am sorry. For everything." The druid kept his gaze focused on the landscape outside of the window. There wasn't much to see, but it was better than the alternative. Better than facing Cally. "I feel better. I have you and Rob to thank for that." Physically yes, but mentally and emotionally he felt torn to pieces. "The staff have taken good care of me. I don't need anything, thank you." What he wanted to say was that he'd much rather be alone. "Are you okay?"
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Sept 21, 2019 11:16:13 GMT 1
- LOOK TO THE HEAVENS BUT THERE'S NO ONE ABOVE - Cally is hardly daft, the nephilim had heard the talk of how unwilling Killian was to speak about anything. How he'd seemingly shut down mentally and refused to communicate beyond the basic necessities. It was why she'd come and she would act just as if he wasn't being socially awkward in the slightest. He didn't have to put on any airs and graces for her, even if he lost his temper and snapped at her persistance she'd smile patiently and fall silent. Nobody should be alone after going through a near death experience. So he may not want to talk, she would quite willingly sit and keep him company regardless. She's far too happy he's breathing to leave him to go through the aftermath of a near death experience alone.
Durig his silence she leaned over to take the vase of dead flowers and placed it on the floor on the other side of the bedside table so he wouldn't have to look at them. They weren't pretty to look at.. But it did make her wonder what he was now that the curse of his had been broken. Or pushed aside.. Or whatever had happened, she wouldn't believe any speculation from staff until she heard the truth from his own lips.
Speaking of. "It's good to hear your voice again," her voice was quiet, a little observation rather than a statement. However, it was very different to the last time she'd heard him speak, he'd been happy back then, his smile contagious and bright. Compared to now they were like night and day, this Killian seemed so beaten down. It hurt to see him like this. But, this wasn't about her, it was about him. Yet he was still apologising to her and that caused the smallest of frowns to pull at her lips, "you don't need to ask for my forgiveness anyway.. There was never anything for me to forgive you for." Those horrible words he'd spoken to her? She'd seen the darkness, felt it, Cally never thought that those words had come from the man she'd known. So there truly was nothing to forgive.
"And that's not what I meant," she added with a patient, somewhat pointed look, "how do you feel, Killian?" She had her gloves on but she was still hesitant in reaching out to touch his arm lightly. It didn't particularly bother her that he wasn't looking at her, but she wanted him to know that he could talk to her and it would literally go no further than this room. Trust, she likes to believes she's somebody that can be trusted.
As for the question about herself, she never answered. She was absolutely fine. Her final exams were coming up, she had a job she loved, a boyfriend she pretty much adored who was helping her come to terms with her ability. And, well, her life was brilliant really.. Apart from one of her friends almost spontaneously combusting of course. That had been quite worrying. She didn't think it really fair to tell him how well she was doing when he was stuck in this bed with lord only knows what thoughts spinning around his head, "they say you hardly touch your food, that you have nightmares.. I won't pressure you into speaking if you really don't want too. But I worry about you, just know I'm here, if you ever decide you need me." notes, n stuff
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Sept 25, 2019 0:40:34 GMT 1
His voice. It was his to claim once more. The Instigator's trickery had momentarily overridden the curse, but this was real. This was permanent. He remained silent, long enough for her to comment on how he owed her no apologies. Again he had to question how such kind people had entered his life. They had filled a hole in his heart, erased the loneliness that manifested there. He didn't wish to argue with her though, but he silently vowed to make up for what he'd done. He would figure it out at a later time. Right now he didn't have the energy to ponder over such things.
He glanced in her direction as she pointed out that he'd misunderstood her words. Maybe they both knew that there had been no misunderstanding there. Maybe they both knew he'd been avoiding the real question, yet she continued to push him. There was an abundance of words to describe what Killian was feeling. Far too many words to express and not enough time. He didn't want to burden Cally with all of his grief. In truth, he didn't want to speak on the reality that he was now facing. It was all too painful. To talk about his state of mind would mean to rip the bandaid off a wound that had barely begun to heal.
The druid might have inquired about how she was doing in hopes to redirect the attention elsewhere. It was fruitless. Cally didn't answer his question. She was far too focused on his wellbeing. He drew one knee up to his chest as he watched a leaf break loose from a twig and float to the earth. "I've been living a child's dream," he began, his voice thick with emotion, but still quiet, almost as if too much noise might break down the walls of his emotional stability. "It has all been for naught." There was a momentary silence as he tried to figure out what to say. He didn't want to talk about this, but at some point, he had to. Moreso, he didn't want to be pitied. "I have everything I've wanted since I was a child. Laufey's curse has broken, my magic is balanced, and my I can speak. I should be happy, but all I feel is empty. Lost." Out of habit, he reached up to the side of his neck, but the collar wasn't there. He dropped his hand back across his waist.
Brown eyes closed and he frowned. "...if things were different, I would be rushing home, but there's nothing left. There's no one to return to." He swallowed and it felt like there was a golfball lodged in his throat. Killian let out a shaky breath. "They're all dead and I'm still here." Guilt. It couldn't have been any clearer if it had been written in bold letters upon his forehead. "And yet I have a responsibility to liberate my people," he looked at her with raw sorrow in his eyes. Behind that sorrow was defeat and exhaustion. "But I'm tired." Tired of being responsible for things that were out of his control. Tired of being responsible for people that had shunned him. Tired of being responsible for fixing every one of Laufey's wrongs. And then there was the truth. "I don't want to go back." Killian lowered his gaze in shame. Shame for being selfish. Shame for not wanting to be the King his people needed him to be in their time of need. "I hate myself for it."
He really did trust Cally, a lot. No one else would have been able to get that out of him aside from Rob. Maybe because anyone else would have cared because it was their duty to portray as much, but not Cally or Rob. They were his friends. Real friends. People that had been willing to walk through the darkness with him. They had been the light to help guide him to the other side. He sat back in his chair, gaze falling to the flowers she'd brought in. "The flowers are nice," he murmured. "Thank you." Bow Before the King of Thorn template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Sept 27, 2019 15:36:31 GMT 1
- LOOK TO THE HEAVENS BUT THERE'S NO ONE ABOVE - There most definitely hadn't been a misunderstanding between them. She knew he was attempting to avoid the real question and she didn't like that he was hiding away. He'd been more outgoing and talkative without his voice, now that he had it again she wouldn't let him silence himself. He'd just recovered (apparently) from a curse given to him by his brother, she would stubbornly try and steer him away from creating a black cloud over his head of his own making. Where there's life there's hope, no matter how dismal that life may seem there's always a little silver ray of hope. She was confident Killian would find his silver lining in time.
However, she wouldn't push him. There was no demand to her whatsoever, she just sat with that endess air of patience around her that she's only recently discovered pisses some people off. only those who are trying to get a rise out of her, so she doesn't see that as her problem really. Even if Killian decided not to answer she'd move on and start talking about mundane other things just to fill the silence.
Then he began to speak.
Cally listened, she couldn't really do anything else because she honestly couldn't think of anything worse than to lose everything you never thought you'd have to face losing just as you gained the one thing you never thought you'd have back. Killian's magic was supposedly united but in the process his world seemingly lost. Her heart ached for him and she wished she could say something to make it all better, to fix his hurt and make him smile once more, but the reality is that there isn't anything that can smooth over all of this. There just wasn't. It was heartbreaking and he would unfortunately have to go through his grief. All she could do is promise him, "you're not alone, Killian.. Lost, maybe, but then you're only human." Well, Druid, but he has feelings, she figures he'll know what she means, "and for now.. Let's just take it a day at a time, hm? You don't deserve the weight of an entire kingdom on your shoulders right now, you need time, anybody would need time."
Right? What could really happen in that time.. Of course she doesn't really know the extent of his brother's state of mind.
She wanted to give him a hug, but with most of her arms bare she dare not do so in case she hurt him. The blonde chewed the corner of her lip instead and reached for the cupcake to pass it to him with a small, somewhat lopsided smile, "my mum told me once that it's okay to be selfish every now and then.. Because, how can you possibly begin to look after those you feel responsible for if you yourself are falling apart?" If he didn't take the cupcake the she'd leave it in his reach, sugar helps, it always helps her feel better anyway. For a short while, "and they are nice, aren't they? You made them. Technically. So, even if you can't love yourself right now, I know there are people who will, I do," her lips curved into slightly more of a brighter smile, "platonically of course, so don't stress." notes, n stuff
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Oct 18, 2019 1:30:50 GMT 1
Life was just one nightmare after another. Killian was growing tired of it. The druid wanted a brief reprieve from the tragedy that was his life. Could he not find the simplest traces of peace for at least a moment's breath? Perhaps Laufey's curse wasn't the only one he'd been suffering from. Perhaps there was another curse that weighed heavily upon his shoulders. The thought made him feel bitter. Bitter because no matter which path he chose, there was always some obstacle standing in his way. That bitterness was turning into anger. Killian may have hated himself for being selfish and unwilling to face his problems, but he hated this wretched world so much more. What had he done to deserve such a cruel fate as this? Druids, or at least those in his bloodline, didn't believe in reincarnation, but if they had, Killian would have assumed that he'd been one shitty person in his past life to go through so much suffering.
In his chaotic state, he would have thought that killing Laufey would be revenge enough, but Killian was wholesome again. He had a level head, and no matter how much he despised his elder brother, killing Laufey would do nothing to bring back the ones he'd lost. There had been enough blood shed. He didn't want to shed more. Deep down he knew the hurt couldn't last forever, but for now, it was hurt more than anything in this world. He would give anything to just curl up in his bed and shut everyone out. Wallowing in his own grief would do him no good. He knew that just as much as the next person. Maybe that was why he'd decided to stop having a one-way conversation with Cally and speak to her. Some part of him wanted to just lay everything out there and pray that the pain would pass a bit quicker.
Deep brown eyes raised slowly as the Nephilim spoke. 'You're not alone.' Freysha had spoken the same words to him when they'd been in the in-between. For a moment he saw the shadow of his sister and his heart ached something fierce. Killian took a moment to regain what little composure he had before speaking again. Being called human didn't bother him in the least. He wouldn't have minded being human in the least if it meant escaping everything.
Deserving or not, that was the way the cards had been dealt. "I know." He did know that he wasn't alone and that it was okay to be lost. Who wouldn't be after all he'd gone through. She was right nonetheless. He needed to take this day by day, step by step. Let everything digest a bit before he stormed headfirst into the castle and reclaimed his birthright. "Everything you're saying makes sense in a perfect world." He loosely crossed his arms over his chest. "I just don't know if I have time. Twenty years and I've never been able to break Laufey's curse until a few ago. Freysha...my sister said he was going mad. He's getting weaker, paranoid, and is likely to lash out at anyone he perceives as a threat." Killian's somber expression had changed to something more focused. "If I stay here, there's no guarantee that when I return that there'll be anyone left to save."
Killian could have used a hug, but he knew Cally's predicament. He tilted his head a bit as she handed him the cupcake. Her smile forced one from him. "Your mom sounds nice." He meant it. I'll just have to peace myself together along the way. Killian took the cupcake. "Do you want some?" Being selfish will get them killed. I can't live my life knowing I had the power to prevent that. I have to be selfless, even if it means becoming King and leaving behind everything I've built here. "Thanks for coming to see me Cally. I needed it, even when I thought I didn't." He swiped his finger through the icing and licked it away. "Mmm, did you make this?" The druid reached out and touched the flowers, brown eyes brightening a bit as the flowers seemingly came to life, growing and blossoming further. He turned to her as she made it a point to tell him that her love was platonic. "Can we change the subject to your new beau now?" The druid had an almost cheeky expression on his face. Bow Before the King of Thorn template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Oct 29, 2019 11:24:49 GMT 1
- LOOK TO THE HEAVENS BUT THERE'S NO ONE ABOVE - Cally admittedly only knew a limited amount of Killian's life, but still she was aware that it wasn't a smooth life. Anybody cursed by their brother in such a way has got a minefield of a past to them, she can step quite lightly but even the most feather footed of people worry about setting off an explosion. She was no different. So she never pries further than what she thinks he'd be comfortable with and even then, in the past she'd always steered the conversation onto more positive things if she could, it wasn't that difficult.
Cally was unaware that she reminded him of his sister.. If she had known she wouldn't be acting much different than she had been doing since she'd first met the Druid, for a moment she might even feel flattered. Before realising that she reminded him of somebody that he'd lost. It was probably for the best that she wasn't entirely aware of it right now. Though, she was curious as to those small glances she was given at times when she says something. It's not even something of substance half the time, but it still perplexes her somewhat.
Hm.. She made a softly thoughtful sound, "then return.. But that doesn't mean you have to stay. As handsome as you'd be with a crown upon your head there's absolutely no reason why you can't set up some kind of government or.. Something. You owe those people nothing, Killian, they cast you aside all for the sake of some vaguely worded prophecy," she sniffed a little, for a moment looking a little bit annoyed, just a flash of emotion but it was enough to make the blue of her eyes spark with some unknown energy. She doesn't like the thought of anybody treating anybody she likes badly. Especially somebody as harmless (she'd even suggest innocent) as the Druid.
"Or take us with you? People you like," She doesn't know what she can really do, if anything, but she hates the idea of him going somewhere where people will be looking at him with mistrust, hatred or fear. Cally knows she's good for one thing, if nothing else, and that's support. She was the rock in her family for her siblings, always the calm and collected one. There was no reason she couldn't be the same for her friends. The offer was made and she'd say no more about it. The blonde wasn't going to force him into making a choice now as to what he wanted to do, she was here for a distraction, not a damn life coach.
"I did," she smiled, but held her hand up to refuse the offer to share, she hadn't done anything bad to the cupcake, she just wanted him to enjoy it, "I have many, many hidden skills. You should see me playing a game of chess. Or folding a fitted sheet." Mad skills yo. She was watching the flowers, quietly amazed by something he made look so easy and simple, considering that she's a supernatural being herself, a winged, flying one at that, she hasn't been around that much magic. It fascinates her. Pale cheeks gained a slight pinkened tinge and she smiled somewhat shyly at the mention of her 'beau', "Xan," she'd let him change the subject if he wanted too, she's happy enough to talk about him, "he's a resident here too, he makes me happy.. Makes me smile, that's important. I hope to leave here with him one day. Hopefully."
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Post by KILLIAN OCTAVIUS THORN on Nov 3, 2019 2:02:39 GMT 1
The druid gave Cally the slightest of looks as she told him that he didn't have to stay. "There's no one left," he breathed, but it was not with grief. It was with the knowledge that he didn't have a choice, no matter which way he looked at it. The Island of Thorn had been created by his ancestors long before he'd been born. On that island, they had built a kingdom and that kingdom had thrived for centuries. No one else could lead the Kingdom. He was the last Thorn, aside from Laufey who would never have an heir and his niece who was far too young to take the throne. It was like going in circles. There was no way out of this. "Yes, I owe them nothing, but my family, our legacy, I must protect it." God, he was going to be so unhappy. The world beneath the island was so bountiful and filled with new adventures and places to explore. "Above all, that is what is important." He couldn't fathom the idea of breaking the old ways and introducing some kind of government, nor could he imagine letting the Kingdom fall to ruin. "Then there's my niece... Adalyne will never know her lineage, never know who and what she is if I don't seek her out. I promised my sister I'd raise her to know that is a future Queen of Thorn." He couldn't take that away from her.
He sighed, a small almost sad smile forming on his face. "You look annoyed. It's not my intention to upset you by any means. I shouldn't offload on you. I apologize. It's quite selfish of me to burden you with my woes when things are practically written in stone." He shook his head a bit. "I truly am sorry." He then gave a small chuckle, clearly feeling humored by her suggestion that he takes people with him. "I would open the doors to Thorn if I could guarantee everyone's safety. It is, or was a beautiful place, filled with magic beyond even my wildest dreams." He'd been enthralled as a child, no matter how strong everyone made him out to be, Killian had always relished how the island had a sort of magical heartbeat.
He'd purposely left out the prophecy that had been given to him. He'd already ruined her day enough as it was. He knew what he had to do, he just didn't want to do it. Killian was honestly bothered by this prophecy, more so than the last because it meant that he didn't get to choose who he fell in love with. He was entrusted with restoring the Thorn lineage with someone that had fate had preplanned for him. It tore him to pieces. He had no control over his life.
"It's delicious," he informed Cally, shrugging lightly as she refused. He bit into the cupcake. He doubted she'd poison him or anything, he'd just wanted to share. It seemed only fair since she'd taken the time to make it for him. Nox may have betrayed him, but he doubted everyone he called friend would fall into the same boat. "A game of chess? I guess I'll have to challenge you one day, but I'm sure to be rusty." He then laughed outright as she added the fitted sheet part. "I didn't think it was possible." Cally dispelled a light that was far brighter than Killian could put into words. Yes, she was angelic in more ways than one, but her personality could light up the darkest room. And it seemed as though she had found someone to also brighten up her world. A man named Xan, who was also a resident. Killian couldn't recall ever crossing anyone by that name. Brown eyes grew warm the more his friend spoke. "I'm happy for you," he told her without an ounce of a lie. "No need to hope if he means that much to you," he told her. "It'll happen." He'd be glad to watch Cally walk hand in hand with her Xan away from Manson and into a life of endless happiness. She deserved nothing less. "Besides, if anyone can make you blush like that by just bringing them up, I'm sure they've got to be a winner," he teased.
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Nov 5, 2019 17:22:14 GMT 1
- LOOK TO THE HEAVENS BUT THERE'S NO ONE ABOVE - Calissa is most definitely somebody who holds strong opinions over certain things, she's also somebody who is fiercely loyal to those who have gained her trust. But she would never force somebody to listen to what she thinks if she believes that it would only be detrimental to the situation. Internally she ached at the painful loss in his voice. Not only of his family, but of his future. Perhaps he'd never thought he'd have one with that curse placed upon him, but was losing a potential future worse than having one set out for you in stone? Cally couldn't be sure.. She believes in fate, yes, but she also believes that the path fate lays out for one is pliable, changing with every choice and decision made. Killian could quite easily turn away from the fate in front of him, turn his back on the people who had spurned him. But thee was something resolute about the way he spoke that made her think he would never do that.
Come to think of it, if it meant the death of people or the destruction of a world full of beauty more unfathomable than the smaller wonders he'd already shown her then she doesn't think she'd turn away either.
But it didn't make it any less sad. And there was a niece involved. Children are her particular weak spot.
Her annoyance turned to immediate shocked surprise when he began to apologise to her, "no, no no," she hurriedly spoke after he fell silent. She wasn't quite rude enough to interrupt him, "I'm not even remotely annoyed by you, not in the slightest, you ridiculous man.. It's your situation in general. I don't like the idea of you going alone into a place that you haven't stepped foot in in years.. It's like you said, it was a beautiful place, I just-" she cut herself off and smiled in a somewhat sheepish fashion, "I'm worried about you, Killian. That's all. This situation isn't one I like you being stuck in and I can't do much to help.. Apart from potentially give you diabetes by feeding you cupcakes." They're pretty much the only kind of cake she feels comfortable making. And that's mostly because you can hide mildly overcooked cupcake tops beneath enough buttercream icing.
"But, I never meant to open the gates and let people stream in, I meant for you to take some friends, for moral support. I'd come, for a short while.. And I'm a nephilim, I'm quite sure no real harm would come to me." Mostly she believes that nobody would want to hurt her. It's not like the girl's ever had any enemies in the past. Which is most likely another reason why she can't understand why anybody would be nasty enough to make Killian's life so hard.. Life isn't fair, blah blah blah, but why shouldn't it be?
She hoped that he would challenge her to a game of chess, that that would actually come to pass and not be one of those things people say they'll do and never get around to it. But then, she had a sinking feeling that it wouldn't happen. Damn it all, if she felt this useless then she couldn't even imagine how he must feel.
Cally let the back of her hand smack lightly against his upper arm at the teasing dig, her cheeks still mildly pinkened but that determined and proud flare alive in her eyes, "oh shush. I'm really not used to being in any type of relationship.." It's all very new to her, but she finds she likes it. Was there any point in asking him if he had anybody? She hadn't seen him with anybody, hadn't heard any rumours, not many had visited him in the medical center. She didn't want to make him all down again now that he'd actually laughed. She quite liked his laugh. "Rusty or not," back to the chess thing, "I'll go easy on you for the first game, let you remember the basics before I really thrash you. But, I'll let you pick a game after that. Just to be fair. I wouldn't want to hurt your ego too much."
notes, n stuff
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