your poker face ain't fooling nobody
rara
11-24-2019, 03:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-21-2020, 02:52 PM by Samara.)
Slowly her mind was waking up but she didn't stop her gentle affection, maybe crossing a line but frankly at this point she was beyond caring. Rhyme had started drifting somewhere she couldn't follow, and she was desperate to keep him. If he went and couldn't return... well she didn't know what she'd do. He responded weakly to her call and Samara felt her heart squeeze, a loud shaking breath broke from her lungs as she felt a new wash of relief and worry. "I didn't wake you did I?" She asked, her voice soft but strained with all the stress she was carrying in that moment. She didn't really wait for his response, suddenly finding the words flowing from her mouth without her control. "Gods Rhyme I was so worried." Her voice cracked as she felt all her worry and fear erupt from her lips. "I'm so sorry I ever left, I just- I just wanted to do what I could to find Motif and then I got sidetracked and... I was on my way back when-" The image of him shambling across the landscape, his stunning gaze dull and blind. "I was so scared." She whispered, pushing her nose into the fun on his jaw, trying to hold onto the feeling of him there, holding onto her. Samara hadn't cried real tears in such a long time, she'd gotten so good at keeping them stored away only for when she needed them but like the words they had worked their way to the surface and whatever control she usually held was long gone. "I just didn't know what to do, I just did the first thing that came to my mind but I was so afraid you'd go somewhere I couldn't follow. Fuck, I don't know what I'd do without you Rhyme Cavaliere." There was so much guilt, if she'd been there when it had all gone down maybe she'd have been able to help him, keep him from falling so far into his grief and pain. Could have helped him manage better, been there to help support him. But she hadn't been. "I should never have left, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." A continuous chorus of whispered apologies dropped from her lips and she pulled her face to the other side, breathing her sorries and tears into his chest. Gods, what was she doing? This was probably not going to help, but it was too late, the flood gates had opened and she was simply along for the ride. "Speak!" Think! |
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