Snap Out of it Stupid [Vieri]
Posted Oct 14, 2018 18:01:46 GMT -7
Post by Vieri di Adatto Isabello on Oct 14, 2018 18:01:46 GMT -7
Mention of Shanghai still made him tense. Even in the city, there were still parts of it he didn’t like looking at and he purposefully averted his eyes from. Bringing that up and calling it a force of nature didn’t help; he could have not detonated that explosion at all, and they could’ve done things to fight the entity quicker and more efficiently. Both of those things were what they should have done.
His standard protocol was to launch into spouting that and some argument about him not being dumb for thinking mages who could weather way more than a standard human were near-immortal, even if it was a bad one, but he was tired. He’d been running his anger and worry like he’d been running a marathon and now he just felt sore, tired, and like he wanted nothing more than to turn into a pile of bones and muscle losely supported by the bench. Diana never agreeing to be sad for him hung in the back of his mind like a weight he was ignoring, but wouldn’t go away because he refused to address it.
He’d seen the hug coming enough that by the time she got her arms wrapped around him, his body had made up its mind on what it was going to do. Rather than try to push her away, he froze, drawing in a sharp breath, widening his eyes, and ensuring each of his muscles were as stiff as rocks so as to make it as difficult to devour him as possible. He’d attempted to lean away, but before he could get very far she had him completely in her grasp and was pulling him towards her.
At first he sat against her like a plastic doll leaned against her side. This came out of nowhere and he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Diana knew he didn’t like being hugged in public, some asshole could come by and right now that was the last thing he wanted. But, gradually, he began to relax. The catch in his throat grew and the tears he’d been holding back began to gather and fall, and silently, his shoulders began to shake. He wouldn’t give any bastards passing by the benefit of hearing him sniffle or whatever the hell, but that was about as much as he could manage right now. Gently, he let his head rest against hers and placed a hand on one of her arms.
Maybe she hadn’t said what he wanted to hear, and she probably never could, but that felt less important than her just being here. There were many reasons why he would be sad if something happened to Diana, and this was one of them.
His standard protocol was to launch into spouting that and some argument about him not being dumb for thinking mages who could weather way more than a standard human were near-immortal, even if it was a bad one, but he was tired. He’d been running his anger and worry like he’d been running a marathon and now he just felt sore, tired, and like he wanted nothing more than to turn into a pile of bones and muscle losely supported by the bench. Diana never agreeing to be sad for him hung in the back of his mind like a weight he was ignoring, but wouldn’t go away because he refused to address it.
He’d seen the hug coming enough that by the time she got her arms wrapped around him, his body had made up its mind on what it was going to do. Rather than try to push her away, he froze, drawing in a sharp breath, widening his eyes, and ensuring each of his muscles were as stiff as rocks so as to make it as difficult to devour him as possible. He’d attempted to lean away, but before he could get very far she had him completely in her grasp and was pulling him towards her.
At first he sat against her like a plastic doll leaned against her side. This came out of nowhere and he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Diana knew he didn’t like being hugged in public, some asshole could come by and right now that was the last thing he wanted. But, gradually, he began to relax. The catch in his throat grew and the tears he’d been holding back began to gather and fall, and silently, his shoulders began to shake. He wouldn’t give any bastards passing by the benefit of hearing him sniffle or whatever the hell, but that was about as much as he could manage right now. Gently, he let his head rest against hers and placed a hand on one of her arms.
Maybe she hadn’t said what he wanted to hear, and she probably never could, but that felt less important than her just being here. There were many reasons why he would be sad if something happened to Diana, and this was one of them.