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Posted on February 22, 2014 at 00:50:21 AM by tristan
She was doing it again, twisting everything he said and making it sound worse than it was. He must be missing something. There had to be more to it for her react in the way she was because otherwise it made absolutely no sense and she was just being a crazy person. He had not entirely ruled out the latter option. “Oh, I see,” he said dryly, “I’m such an idiot. Obviously not coming over to say hello is the friendly thing to do. I’ll remember that.” Scowling, he looked away from her, his eyes settling instead on the face of the horse in the neighbouring stall. He was a pretty roan stallion and he was reaching out towards him, his top lip wobbling in search for food. Tristan reached into his pocket and pulled out a mint, which he accepted happily before drawing his head back into his stall. He could hear him crunching it between her teeth, and it cheered him up a little. The prince sighed as he turned back to the stall which contained Thea and her stallion, “Thea,” he began, his voice a little gentler, “I’ve said that I was disappointed I didn’t see you, I’ve told you that I really wanted to spend my birthday with you...” Her choked sob cut him off, and she slid the bolt on the stable door with such speed that she had managed to push past him before he had chance to reaction. Tristan threw an exasperated glance in the stallion’s direction, reading the creature’s baffled thoughts and feeling a certain shared male understanding. He turned on his heel and ran after her, catching up just as they entered the cobbled yard. Reaching out, Tristan grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her to a stop, his green eyes staring at her from beneath a furrowed brow. “I’ve told you all of those things” he emphasised, his expression softening into genuine confusion, “and I meant it.” Tristan released his hold on her and held out his arms, “what else do you want from me?” he asked her, searching for an answer in the blue of her eyes. He’d made her cry; he could see the tears gathering in her eyes and he felt the first twists of guilt in the pit of his stomach. She was his friend, he didn’t want to upset her, but he didn’t know how else to respond to her. He was usually good at this sort of thing; he was, largely, a people person. Between him and Thoth, he was the one who was good in social situations and Thoth was good at being really clever, knowing random and seemingly insignificant things which sometimes turned out to be really useful and reading really large books that most people only lied about having read. “I don’t want to fight with you Thea,” Tristan informed her, letting his arms fall heavily back to his sides, “if there’s something I’ve done, or something someone else has done that’s upset you, then can you please just...just help me help to make it okay again?” |
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- never cut what can be untied - By Alethea February 27, 2014 at 03:02:56 AM
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