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Post by Xyler van Losslee on Aug 25, 2010 15:52:53 GMT -5
Xyler's gaze sharpened as he watched the woman move. She was . . . limping? No, tripping? As if her shoes were different heights or she was walking on waters. His eyebrows drew together with concern; he opened his mouth to ask if she was all right, but by then she had winked and stuck out her hand. He took her wrist, instead, a light but firm hold that was halfway an offer of support.
"Are you--" But then he started sneezing. The first few he simply turned his face away from her to be polite. Then they got worse, and with his face's redness half caused by embarrassment he released her hand so that the violent spasms wouldn't throw her more off-balance. He stuck both hands over his mouth, bending over and taking a few steps back as his sneezing got even worse. His humiliation was crippling, but all he could do was squint at the woman--Yamilla--over his hands and hope that she read the mortified apology in his eyes.
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Post by Yamilla Tonè on Aug 26, 2010 0:03:27 GMT -5
Right. I'm out of here. As their skin made contact, the word allergy quickly went away from her mind. Yamilla had only started to smile until he sneezed. Again. And again. Until he had to let go of her to distance himself. Well, he certainly doesn't like me. With a faint smile, she walked two step backwards slowly, taking a deep breath. Her eyes locked with his, reading the expression painted over them. I'm sorry too.
"My brother owns a large wolf, and before I was just cuddling with it," she apologized, scratching her head in an attempt for cover. "And I can think of nothing else that would make you sneeze as ... like that." A soft laugh escaped her lips, her expression still sympathetic. "I'd accompany you, but I think we should walk separately. Your allergy seems pretty bad."
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Post by Xyler van Losslee on Aug 27, 2010 19:18:45 GMT -5
Allergy? Xyler's eyebrows drew together in confusion. What allergy? He wasn't allergic to . . . well, there was no way he was allergic to beautiful women, so maybe she was right. He pulled his right hand down from his face and sneezed into his left elbow instead, holding up one finger on his right hand to signal Yamilla to wait . . . wait . . . wait for it . . .
And finally, he stopped. His face was red, his nose was bleeding a little (he stuck his left hand against his nostrils to stem the flow), and his eyes were runny and veined.
"This is probably the most embarrassing moment of my life so far," he said, his voice stuffy. He'd had twelve and a half clever phrases to get her to travel with him, but he let them go one by one, angling to keep his pathetic-feeling face away from her. "Perhaps . . . you're right. But only this time! Just . . ." Just what, stay away from her brother's dog, an animal she had obvious affection for? Really.
"I'll have to promise you a better reception next time we meet," he said, taking another step back. His nose was still bleeding, dribbling disgustingly down into his palm. "I'll be clothed--fully--and completely immune to wolves. Take my word for it?" He couldn't keep the question out of the last part.
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Post by Yamilla Tonè on Aug 28, 2010 3:55:39 GMT -5
Oh, gosh. I am so sorry. Yamilla gave a smile and took a step back, waiting for the next sneeze. Which fortunately didn't happen, as she could do absolutely nothing to help him. Every second now with him, she felt regret creep on her. He was bleeding now, and she couldn't help but give him an empathetic and slight disgust of a look at the same time. She had never met anyone who had gone this far with allergies.
This is probably the most regretful time for being part-Werewolf for me. She forced a small smile, quite not helping the soft laugh escape her lips. "I'll be clothed - fully ..." She sighed, doubt clouding her judgment. Would it be right of her to tell him straight that she was a Werewolf? Not at his state, that's for sure.
"Of course," she answered, giving her best for a small reassuring smile. "How could I doubt such a word from a half-naked wanderer?" I should never have met you. I don't even know your name. All she knew now was that she could never see him again.
OCC: gosh damn, writer's block! >_< that was terrible, so sorry :S
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