Mara
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
Posts: 260
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Post by Mara on Mar 1, 2013 11:56:48 GMT
She fought the urge to snarl. Tell him what? That she was struggling? Share the now gone moment that she had brought up for whatever reason... to mention her sire, and feel the anger that thoughts of Greg still brought. She scowled, and pushed the bowl away from her, appetite gone, however important it was that she eat something.
"It's nothing. Shouldn't matter anymore, should it." She picked at her sleeve where she'd gotten some sauce on it and for a moment fought - however foolishly - to keep the calm of Kyle away. She pulled her legs underneath her, and for a moment, considered leaving. But go where? This was her favorite place, next to this calm wolf. Maybe that was the problem, that it was fast becoming home, this building, and the presence next to her, and she warred in herself that it couldn't be hers. She looked at his face for a moment, then put her chin on her hand and blew out a huff of air.
"I need to let it go, I guess." She shook her head. "That was then, this is now. And I don't want to.." There it was again. She had started to say 'be a burden'. She sighed. "Same song, different tune. This time it's me whining about my belt." Shrugging, she tapped her fingertips on the table. "I'll shut up. Sorry."
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Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Mar 23, 2013 21:15:40 GMT
Mara ought to know by now that she couldn't hide anything from him, he was perceptive in his own quiet way. Not in the way she was herself, certainly not in the way Nerys was, but as a wolf was. He saw tension in muscles, he saw the glimmer of conflicting emotions in eyes, the way expressions people don't want to show tried to creep onto their faces no matter how hard they tried. Kyle saw the little things, the things others might overlook. With Mara he had figured out all the little signs, all the little tells, and it hadn't taken him long to figure them out. Mara might take that as a bad thing, she might see it as a negative, but that wasn't how Kyle saw it at all.
Even if he wasn't perceptive it wouldn't take much to see that she was upset. Even Grant would be able to sense it from where he sat across the table. All the same he let her finish, let her get it out of her system in whatever way she found most helpful. Kyle sat and listened to her, didn't stare at her or appear impatient in any way, just continued to go about eating his dinner at his own pace. When she was done, though, he set his fork down and looked right at her. "Don't be sorry," he said to her, "and don't shut up. Not if it helps to get it all off your chest." That was the point, that was what Kyle kept trying to get through to her. The Hyperion was the place for it, within these walls it was okay for her -- encouraged even -- to do that sort of thing here and he was always willing to listen to whatever she had to say. "If you want to talk about your belt, talk about your belt."
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