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Post by qhostqrowls on Aug 30, 2019 5:15:37 GMT -6
The wait was excruciating. The only small mercy was that the street was quiet, leaving Faolan alone with his thoughts. Periodically, his eyes would flick up to scan the road - searching anxiously for Sara's car - but for the rest of the time, he kept his gaze firmly on the cement, studying the small marks and cracks to distract himself.
But in the end it was the quiet rumble of the engine that alerted him to her presence. His expression crumpled, something between relief and more tears, as Sara stepped out of the car. There hadn't been any need for her to urge him forwards - he stepped forwards and into her arms almost immediately, hugging her briefly but tightly.
The tension in his shoulders did not ease any, but when he stepped back, the surgeon looked considerably calmer. He let out a long breath, mustered a watery, but genuine, smile.
"Thanks for coming, Sara. Really, it...it means a lot. I didn't...I couldn't be by myself, I just..." another huffing breath, exasperated at his rambling and shaking voice. "Really need to talk about this with someone."
A part of him felt guilty for what he was going to tell her. He'd be exposing Edge's true nature to someone he'd never met. But then again, he trusted Sara with anything, and it's not as if she didn't know about supernaturals - was on herself, technically, and worked at the WDSA.
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 3, 2019 11:28:44 GMT -6
When he stepped back, Sara gently ran her hand up and down Faolan's arm, a soothing motion, before squeezing lightly as she gave him a smile. "S'alreet luv, y'alreet." The shifter's voice was infinitely soft, infinitely patient, as her friend rambled, a gentle attempt to bring down his anxiety levels. "Glad ya rang us, like, would 'ate tah think of ya bein' alone reet now, ya know?" She resisted the urge to wipe away the old tear tracks on his cheeks, since he might not be ready or grateful for such a thing.
Instead, she gestured at her vehicle. "Come on, let's git ya in the car, like." Sara urged Faolan towards the passenger side, holding the door open for him. "Can tell us abowt it with some privacy, if ya ready." Assuming he accepted the invitation, Sara moved around to the driver's side, made sure the music was low - enough to listen to if he didn't yet want to talk, but not loud enough that he would need to raise his voice to talk over it - and pulled away from the kerb. She knew just the venue to take him to for a quiet, relaxed atmosphere, something soothing and easy to talk in. It had one extra little feature too, something she really hoped he would like.
A minute or so passed, before the shifter lifted her hand from the steering wheel, reached across and squeezed Faolan's arm very briefly as she said, "Reet then luv, would ya like tah tell us what 'appened, or would ya rather I keep me nose owt till we're sat down with a drink and something sweet?"
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 16, 2019 3:39:05 GMT -6
"Thank you," Faolan murmured, slipping into the passenger seat as Sara held the door open. His posture was defensive, tense, his hands clasped tightly in his lap to stop them from shaking. Nausea and guilt roiled in his gut as the car started, as the city slipped past. He didn't know what to say. If how he'd reacted was wrong. Would Sara be angry or disappointed with how he'd handled the situation? It did seem irrational, in retrospect. But he was still so angry at Edge, and so very frightened at what might happen now. It wasn't like it had been a little white lie. There was a rift between them, now. He'd placed an enermous amount of trust in Edge, to be with him so intimately, and now, he didn't know if he'd be able to trust him like that ever again.
He was jolted from his spiralling thoughts at the weight of Sara's hand on his arm. The shifter got a faint, uncertain smile in reply for her efforts. "Uhhmmm..I need...to, to get my thoughts in order, you know? So maybe...waiting until we get there would be better." his smile wavered slightly. He seemed more fragile than ever, old fears resurfacing, cracking through his carefully rebuilt confidence and trust. "I'm sorry if I worried you. I'm fine, he just..." his voice shook, and the doctor sighed, exasperated at himself, tilting his head back against the headrest. "Sorry. Yeah. Waiting is better." another smile, apologetic this time, was directed at the redhead.
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 18, 2019 10:03:02 GMT -6
He just..
So this was about Edge, most likely.
Sara nodded and smiled again, not put off in the slightest by her friend's reply. Faolan needed time, she completely understood that. So, for the rest of the journey, at least on Sara's side, the pair sat in companionable silence, with only the faint sounds of the radio and the growling of her car's engine to break the quiet. There would be plenty of time for talking when Faolan was ready, after all.
About fifteen or twenty minutes later, the shifter began slowing the car and looking from left to right in the manner of a driver seeking a parking space. She soon smiled and pulled over, finding the space large enough that she could drive in forwards rather than parallel parking. "Champion." She said, in regards to a parking space being exactly where she hoped one would be. Should Faolan look out his passenger side window, he would soon see why.
Capurrcino.
That was the signage that greeted him, complete with an image of a cat sat inside a coffee mug, purring away. But perhaps more interesting for the doctor was the, not one, but two cats, lazing about in the window, casually watching the world go by. Visible inside were various patrons sipping hot drinks, some with further felines draped across their laps or on furniture nearby.
"Eeee, well, this is the place, like." Sara chipped in, having killed the car's engine. She leant on her steering wheel, looking first past Faolan to the cafe and then at the doctor himself. "Ya ready tah go in?"
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Post by qhostqrowls on Nov 25, 2019 10:01:55 GMT -6
For the first time since he'd left the apartment, Faolan smiled genuinely, as he caught sight of the cat cafe and it's feline inhabitants. It was faint and wavering, but it was there nonetheless and it was clear to the redhead that he genuinely liked the choice of cafe.
"Aw, Sara!" He exclaimed softly, still smiling. "You know me too well…" His voice still shook a little, but he'd somewhat collected himself on the drive to Capurrchino. Sorted what he wanted to say - what he wanted to ask the shifters advice on. "Yeah...I am now. It looks like a really cute place."
He flashed another grateful smile as they exited the car, eyes flickering to the cafe's interior - it looked cozy, and with a blessedly small number of patrons so early on a weekend morning.
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Post by tsukikoko on Nov 25, 2019 16:52:09 GMT -6
"Well I'm reet glad ya like it pet!" Sara beamed as she held the front door to the café open for him, her other hand locking the car once he'd exited it. "Let's 'ave a gander inside shall we?"
Once Faolan had followed her through, Sara approached the counter and began to chat with a cheery-looking man sat behind a desk. Should Faolan approach near enough to listen, he'd find the shifter working her charm to get one of the private rooms usually reserved for pre-booked customers. But there were also a number of viewing windows he could peruse, to look at cats and kittens in various rooms; some of which had patrons in and some that were obviously separate, to give the animals some space should they need it. After only a short while, Sara gave the man a sunshine-filled, melt-one's-heart kind of a smile and a heartfelt thank you, having clearly managed what she set out to achieve.
She waved to Faolan and the two of them were led through a side door by the same staff member, then into a corridor and finally into a small room furnished with far more cat toys and play areas than tables or chairs. To one side stood a round table with four chairs and a couple of menus, which the shifter ushered her friend across to. Once the two were seated the man smiled and informed them, "Someone will be with you in just a bit, to take your order. We do request you don't chase the cats, or try to keep them on your laps, or you will be removed from the premises. After all, their well-being is top priority, thank you." Sara nodded, smiled again with an 'of course' and watched as the man left the room. She leant back a little, already knowing what she would be ordering and glanced over her shoulder at a small click, signifying the cat door had been unlocked. "Ha'way man, crackin' good luck, with so few people an' all, managed tah snag us the good room."
Luck likely had nothing to do with it.
"This alreet luv? Wanted tah give ya some privacy, like." Just at that moment, a small feline head popped it's way through the cat flap. Two round eyes watched the pair for a moment, before the ginger ball of fluff came prancing into the room.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Nov 26, 2019 16:55:57 GMT -6
Faolan hung back as Sara charmed her way through their lack of a reservation, zoning out somewhat as he watched the various felines through the windows. Edge would love it here, he noted dejectedly. It was cute and cosy, very similar to the cafe's he and Edge frequented on mornings just like this one. The memories bought with them a rush of guilt, and he was glad of the distraction when Sara waved him over. His feeling of relief doubled as they made their way into a smaller room, quietly impressed at how the shifter had managed to weasel them into a private room. Relationship problems were definitely not something the shy man wanted to discuss within earshot of anyone else - especially since this relationship problem was of the supernatural type, which was a sensitive topic at the best of times.
He all but collapsed into the seat Sara ushered him into, thanking the receptionist with a soft smile and a nod of his head. When the door clicked shut behind the man, he deflated even further, sinking back and running a hand over his hair in a tired, habitual motion.
"It's perfect." Faolan smiled at Sara, his expression one of incredibly thankfulness. "You're a treasure, Sara, I really appreciate all this..."
A cursory glance was cast over the menu - but he decided quickly that he had no appetite, not with the roiling anxiety in his gut. Maybe he could stomach a coffee, but that was about it. His gaze flicked timidly back to Sara. There was an obvious nervousness in his gaze, a defensive tightening of his body language that she may have noticed when she first picked him up. He took a breath, knowing he had to be careful with how he proceeded. If he unloaded everything at once, he'd end up crying on her shoulder again, which he was sure neither of them wanted.
"I...I think I maybe overreacted," he began, guilt staining the words. "But it's just such a mess, I don't...don't know if I should have responded differently...I just didn't see this coming from Edge, at all, and I just...I really need your advice right now."
There was a hint of desperation in the tremor of his voice. A haunted edge to his expression, old wounds reopening - if the shifter was particularly attentive, she'd recognise the slightly choked infliction of his voice from their talks about a long past, far more troubled relationship of Faolans.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Nov 30, 2019 17:18:19 GMT -6
The sound of the door slamming still seemed to echo through the apartment, bouncing off the walls, an awful reminder of what had happened. The Darai didn’t know how much time had passed since Faolan had left. He had lost all sense of time to his raging thoughts. His mind felt like a hurricane, thoughts rolling around without making sense, a dozen different trains of thought yelling for attention, adding to the noise. One part of his mind was a mess of emotions spreading out into his body. Paralyzing worry, nervousness that wanted to force his body to start shaking. The urge to pace was strong and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to move. The other played the situation that had unfolded out over and over again, trying to find out where he had gone wrong, what he had said or done wrong that had added to it all. But no matter how many times he did this, he always arrived at the same conclusion, the problem wasn’t what he had said, it was that he hadn’t said it sooner, like he should have. He shouldn’t have hidden this for Faolan for so long, and he should at least have told the blonde when they had gotten together. But he had been scared, and he had fucked up, scared that Faolan would want nothing to do with him, learning that he wasn’t human and was broken on top of that. But by the looks of it, that fear was coming true anyway. Great job, Edge, loose an amazing boyfriend because of your own fear.
Honestly, Edge couldn’t blame Faolan, if he wanted to break up after this, honestly, he couldn’t really see why Faolan wouldn’t want that. Why would he want any kind of relation with Edge after this?
Another sigh pushed past Edge’s lips, and his hands hand through his hair, shaking. What could he even do with himself right now? He felt the need to do something, anything, felt the need to move, but he didn’t know what to do. Resigned his head fell back against the couch, purple eyes fixing on the ceiling above him, tracing the small, near invisible shapes up there with tired eyes. A wave of apathy washed over him then, as he wondered why he had even tried. For a moment, all sound in the room was Edge’s soft breathing, and his roaring thoughts. They felt so loud that he was sure someone else could hear them. Maybe his neighbors.
Then, after who knew how long, he looked up again, his eyes fell on the two mugs on the table, mismatched, bought different places. One with Faolan’s favorite coffee blend, the other filled with tea. In that moment he remembered that Faolan still had some stuff here. It wasn’t much, just some toiletries, some clothes and such. What he needed in case he was staying over basically. Edge reckoned that, if Faolan didn’t want anything to do with him after this, he’d probably want to get out of this apartment as quickly as possible. That was something Edge could at least help him with.
Slowly, Edge rose from the floor and looked around the apartment. The bathroom seemed like a good place to start. Here he began to gather Faolan’s things. The Darai figured that he might as well pack Faolan’s stuff, so he could get out quickly, if that was what he wanted. It felt like the right thing to do in the moment. He didn’t want to keep Faolan here, if he didn’t want to be here, he couldn’t bring himself to do that to someone he cared about like that. So if this was a way he could help Faolan, it seemed like the right thing to do.
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Post by tsukikoko on Dec 4, 2019 12:46:02 GMT -6
Sara waited patiently, with nothing more than a gentle smile on her face and a 'divvint even worry abowt it' at his thanks. She knew, in an instinctual kind of way, that he was beginning to reach the point of explanation; it was in the body language, the cadence of his voice and the tremble of his breath.
"I...I think I maybe overreacted."
As he began to open up, the shifter never pried for him to divulge quicker than he was comfortable with, nor did her expression transmit anything but understanding about his current situation. She hadn't failed to notice the haunted look in his eyes, or the way his hands and words trembled in a manner reserved only for one thing she knew of. This went further than whatever had occurred with Edge. During the last few months, she and Faolan had become closer than ever. With both in budding relationships, certain conversations flowed and eventually, the two had divulged a few snippets of their respective pasts to one another. This was the scar she saw now. Raw, never truly healed and now, exposed once again to the elements. What could Edge have said or done for his old relationship to once again haunt the blonde doctor?
Slowly, ever so slowly, Sara reached across the table. She felt the brush of a furred tail against her legs, but her attention was solely focused upon her friend. Her fingers brushed the back of his hand. She laid her palm on his knuckles. "Alreet Faolan, alreet." Her voice held a soothing lilt, volume lowered. "I'll give ya as good as I can, like."
At about that moment, the door opened. Once again, Sara and Faolan were presented with a member of staff, though said person faltered in the doorway as they took in the scene before them - the tense and upset look to Faolan's expression. Young, hardly eighteen by the look of them, the girl likely had no idea what to do. She didn't seem sure whether to close the door, step in, or say something. So she simply froze with a soft 'uhm' on her lips. Before they could flounder too much, however, Sara called over, "Just a tea and coffee, ta luv. Make sure tah brew it a while, that alreet?" A smile, a little nod from the shifter and a look of utter relief passed over the girl's face. She practically bowed, hiding her face with long, dark hair as she backed out with a mumbled 'yes of course'.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Jan 2, 2020 4:41:10 GMT -6
Faolan looked just as relieved as the young waitress when Sara ordered for them both - he hadn't even looked at the menu. There was a moment of silence after she left, as he collected his thoughts and made sure she was truly gone. They couldn't afford for anyone to overhear them.
"So, um. I was at Edge's apartment this morning, and...and he said he wanted to tell me something, and..." Faolan ran a hand over his hair, let out a shaky breath. It was hard to get it out - confiding with someone else made it feel all too real. "I could tell he was really anxious, and he asked me to keep an open mind about it, but..." he was beginning to flounder, his expression tense and drawn as he went on. "But it just, it..."
"He's not human." The confession spilled out all at once, a verbal floodgate that released the rest of the story in one messy go. "He's not human, Sara, he's something called a Darai - I don't even know what that is! All this time, he's - he's lied to me about that the entire time. He knows where I work, that I know about the supernatural, that - that I work with them, so - I just - I don't-" His voice trembled, as did his hand beneath Sara's. "I don't understand why he kept it from me for so long. It feels like I can't trust him anymore, I don't know what else he's been lying about-"
The blonde drew in a sharp, shuddering breath, digging his nails into his palm to steady his voice. "I know how it sounds, and I know that I did overreact, and that I sound really speciesist, but..." his gaze flicked away from the redheads nervously. "But it's just...it's really similar to, um, the way Warren - the way he told me, and I...I trusted him when he did, and look how that worked out. He said he wouldn't hurt me, that the only reason he didn't tell me was because he was scared, and - and Edge said exactly the same things, you know? And I know - I know its not fair to compare them, they're nothing alike. I didn't ever think that Edge would hurt me, but..." guilt sidled it's way into the doctors expression, even as he spoke the words, "but I never thought Warren would, either."
It was hard for him to even speak about the vampire, judging by the haunted look in his eyes, the way he didn't quite meet Sara's gaze. "Edge isn't Warren. I know he isn't, but...it just really scared me. I'm angry as well, though, and hurt. Mostly hurt. I've known him for three years. We've barely been dating for two weeks, though so...I mean, I...did I overreact?"
His earnest, if extremely worried, gaze returned to Sara's. He seemed a little breathless, and drained, but he'd gotten the worst of it out, it seemed. At least for now.
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Post by tsukikoko on Jan 23, 2020 14:47:04 GMT -6
Aside from a look both shocked and curious at the initial revelation - she'd never heard of a Darai either - Sara remained neutral, though her eyes remained ever encouraging, throughout the doctor's emotional explanation. It was only at his final question, so breathless and unsure, that she leant forward and said, earnestly, "O'course ya divvint overreact Faolan, luv. It was a reet shock an' with what ya been through.. cannae blame ya for the reaction. 'E should 'ave told ya sooner, especially knowin' ya already knew abowt supers an' worked with 'em, like."
In a similar situation, Sara imagined she would have reacted much the same; after all, hadn't she essentially run away from Aaron, when he had first revealed his feelings to her? She most certainly could not blame Faolan for his anger, or fear. She understood, too, the guilt and hoped she could help him think through the whole situation and come to a calm decision, whatever that might be. "That said..." With a contemplative look, the shifter sat back in her seat, giving a small feline the chance to jump onto her lap. She idly stroked her fingers through the fur, but otherwise did not divert her attention. "Did Edge know.. abowt Warren, like? I know ya divvint like tah talk abowt it, completely understand, but it could be 'e divvint know 'ow bad it would affect ya an' if 'e were also scared 'imself that may 'ave been enough tah keep 'im from tellin' ya. Or maybe 'e was scared tah ruin what ya 'ad? Ya know 'ow it can be, like, the more time goes by withowt tellin' someone, the worse it gits, till ya just cannae face doin' it?" She shook her head a little. "Divvint excuse the lie, mind, just tryin' tah understand it, like." Sara didn't know Edge very well, mostly she knew of him through conversations with Faolan; she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but completely understood the blonde's reticence; here Faolan stood, seeing himself potentially treading those same paths, opening himself up to the same pain, the same fear. She could see why he had shied away, lashed out, who wouldn't? Her own first relationship had gone much the same way, when she discovered Matt's reasons for being with her in the first place...
A lance of pain struck Sara through the chest, so sudden and hot she near forgot how to breathe as it tracked through her, following the line of a festering injury that had never healed. The misery flashed briefly across her gaze, a pain she could not hide.
Yes, she knew how deeply a lie could cut, how badly it could hurt. But Matt's lie had not stemmed from a place of fear, of protecting himself from past hurts, it was not the same as with Edge. Or so she hoped. She would not tar this man unfairly, when she didn't yet have both sides of the story.
After a soft, steadying breath, the shifter's gaze softened once again. She smiled kindly, if a touch sadly, at Faolan and asked, "At this point, is there nowt 'e could do that would make ya trust 'im again, like? I cannae tell ya what tah feel luv, but if ya think ya relationship would never recover, that ya would never trust a word 'e said, would always be thinkin' 'but what do ya actually mean?', even if it turned owt 'e weren't like Warren... it's nowt ever gan work." The skin around her eyes crinkled, she truly wished this weren't such a hard decision he was having to make. "But, if ya think ya could ever forgive 'im, if 'e proved 'e was different, that 'e ain't like Warren, an' 'e truly was just scared owt 'is mind tah tell ya, if ya think ya could trust 'im again, well..." Another small smile. "Per'aps it's worth a go, like?"
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Post by qhostqrowls on Nov 9, 2020 6:19:50 GMT -6
"I don't know." Faolan said truthfully. "I really like him, and I do feel like I could trust him again. It's just...it really shocked me. But I can forgive him, I think. And trust him again. At least I want to."
He reached across the table, squeezing Sara's hand momentarily. The flash of emotion across her face had not escaped him, and he tried for a sympathetic smile. She had her own issues, and he hoped this hadn't opened any wounds.
"I know it must be hard as a supernatural to reveal that. I just...I feel embarrassed?Like I should have noticed sooner." He slumped back with a sigh. "I mean, I work with supers all the time. You'd think I'd be better at spotting them. But this totally caught me off guard."
As they talked, the cat flap opened again. A calico kitten trotted over to the pair, winding it's way around Faolans ankles. He smiled absentmindedly, reaching down to scratch between the kittens ears. Sara really did know the best places in Wathais.
"Thanks for this, Sara. I'm sorry to make you come all the way out here so early for relarionship drama, but..." he pulled back, stroking the cat that jumped up on his lap. He seemed far calmer than he had initially been - the conversation has helped him come to a decision, and has eased him out of the panic he'd worked himself into. "I freaked out a bit. I appreciate your advice. Really. It means a lot. I don't really have anyone else I can talk to like this."
His smile was genuine, if still a little watery. She was a good friend. He'd have to inist on paying for the tab before they left - it was the least he could do after she'd driven into the city and picked him up.
"I know he's a good guy. He's not like Warren." Faolan repeated after a pause. "It just...it's the same way Warren told me. It felt too similar."
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Post by tsukikoko on Nov 9, 2020 11:52:04 GMT -6
Sara was pleased to see her friend was calmer, at least. She knew from experience that Faolan would need time, but was glad he was willing to try. After all, if she'd not followed that exact same advice, she and Aaron would never have gotten together.
When he squeezed her hand, she responded in kind, and returned his smile with an encouraging one of her own. "Eeee, luv, don't worry abowt it, ain't nowt trouble comin' tah talk tah ya like. Ya can always call me, any time or day, alreet?" She meant every word, truly and deeply. "An' ya should nowt beat yaself up abowt nowt knowin' 'e was a super, like. Sometimes, we don't notice what's closest, ya know? Similar tah seein' someone ya know an' nowt recognisin' 'em 'cause they're owt o' context, like."
The shifter felt something, or several somethings, brushing against her legs, investigative. A glance down, a very soft chuckle at the romping felines, then she was turning her attention to the doctor once again. At his final admission, her expression crinkled with a deep understanding. "I know Faolan, I know petal-" she soothed, but before she could say any more, the door to the room opened and a different waitress swept in.
Holding her tongue with a slightly apologetic smile, Sara waited patiently, tipping her head in a thankful nod once it was clear the waitress was going to be very swift and efficient. Drinks were placed on the table, she uttered a soft 'please enjoy' and then the woman was gone. With her gaze turned slightly towards the door, ensuring it had clicked shut, Sara chuckled softly. "Eee, what timin', sorry abowt that, like." The viridescence of her gaze soon returned to Faolan's, as the shifter also lifted her beverage to her lips. She blew softly over the surface and took a sip. "I understand Faolan, it- it's 'ard, when somethin' 'urts ya so deep. Even when ya think it's 'ealed, ya later experiences git influenced by it. After all, it's a scar, like." She tipped her head, smiling gently. "Be kind tah yaself though, don't expect tah be fine an' dandy just because ya forgive 'im, ya know? Give it time, take it slow, make sure ya both communicate, an' I reckon it'll work owt, like." Sara took another sip of her drink, then leaned back slightly and ran her hand through her hair. A protectiveness simmered behind her eyes, lingering in the shifter's expression. Even if she gave Edge the benefit of the doubt, even if she did want for the two of them to work through this and make up, she also wanted to be absolutely sure that Faolan was safe. "When're ya thinkin' ya meet try tah chat with 'im, like? I could always park nearby, be there in case ya need it, ya know?"
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Post by NightshadeVII on Feb 20, 2021 15:24:02 GMT -6
The sound of the door slamming still seemed to echo through the apartment, unchallenged by the silence in the apartment. Edge hadn’t moved from the spot, his face covered with his arm. Thoughts were racing, faster than he could ever make sense of them. Right now, they seemed like little more than white noise. A few managed to stand out however. He should have told Faolan something sooner. But at the same time, how could he? He was taking a huge risk just saying something in the first place, and didn’t want to risk endangering the blonde in any way, if there was even the slightest chance that would happen. After all, he had seen it happen before. Human and Darai relationships were dangerous things. By Eda this was a mess. He could understand why Faolan was hurt, of course he was, but still, Edge just couldn’t see how he should have gone about it any differently. From what he knew, it would have been safest to keep on lying, but Faolan didn’t deserve that, and Edge wanted nothing more than to be honest with him.
With a sigh, Edge got up. He had to do something, had to move, to try and be productive, in the hope that physical activity might help calm his mind, even if just a little. Purple eyes scanned across the room, looking for something to occupy him with, and a timid idea began to form. Slowly, he began to gather up the things Faolan had here, overnight toiletries, some clothes. It was nothing much, but a testament to him having been here. Considering the turn of events, the blonde probably wouldn’t want his things here anymore. The Darai began to fold Faolan’s clothes, putting all the things together in a neat pile, so that if Faolan wanted to leave, he wouldn’t have to spend unnecessary time gathering his things. It was the least he could do really, on top of everything.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 15, 2022 9:34:00 GMT -6
Faolan nodded as Sara spoke, feeling clearer by the minute. She was right, and in the eloquent and gentle kind of manner that really made her words sink in. He folded his hands around the beverage, feeling the heat seep into his palms.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm glad you think so. I didn't even give him a chance to explain himself, and he...he deserves that, at least." He puffed out a breath, sipping at the tea. It tasted like one of the blends Edge made, and the familiarity twisted like a knife in his chest. He didn't want to lose Edge, but there was a jaded and wounded part of him that told him it was already over.
His gaze softened at the note of protectiveness in the scientists voice, and he smiled reassuringly.
"I think at my place? So he can leave if he wants, or if I tell him to..." he tapped a finger against the mug, considering. They'd have to talk today, because he certainly didn't want to sleep on it. Didn't want to take up more of Sara's time than he already had, though he was touched by the offer. "And thank you, really but I think it'll be fine - he wouldn't hurt me. He'd leave if I asked."
It was the surest Faolan had sounded all morning.
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