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Post by Tasha_Moondancer on Apr 13, 2012 12:11:47 GMT -5
~Hearing the chuckle she just gave another small smile before letting out a breath. Sure they were alot alike but also very different and not just because of what she was either. Brushing her tongue softly over her lips she took in another deep breath before looking up at him, noticing the lack of tears. At least he couldn't cry for them anymore, she proved she still could and it drained her. Nodding as he finally broke the silence between them briefly.
But he was slightly off in his understanding and how she spoke. It was suppose to be like everyone else was, it wasn't that mimic of a Hallmark card. Tasha wasn't into all that crap, meaningless words to offer someone everything she felt or wanted came directly from her. Sure others could sympathize with them both, but the degree they both lost their loved ones. The inability to help stop it was something they both shared as well.
His inability and hers to honestly let them go, while still holding onto the memories of when they were here. Letting her back stay to him for now, knowing he didn't need to see it and she hated showing this side to anyone. Catching his words her head would move to acknowledge that she too agreed and understood.~ "It's one reason I try not to let it come out, so many saying they understand and sympathize yet knowing they truly don't. Not to mention having the ability to feel emotions and sometimes finding them opposite of what is given off."
~Feeling fake emotions was another sure fire way to get this femme annoyed if not pissed. If you can't be true than just keep your mouth closed and comments to yourself. Letting out another soft breath before finally turning to meet his gaze again hoping she didn't look as bad as she still felt. Having told her own past and hearing his plus the emotions being given off from them it was alot.~
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Post by markus on Apr 13, 2012 14:06:50 GMT -5
No, it wasn't that he was claiming she was trying to be a Halmark card, just that he was used to the way people reacted. Used to the classic Halmark reactions of sympathy. He hoped she didn't think he was a cruel person for not crying as well, but he had lost the ability to cry a long time ago. All of his tears for his family were spent, he wasn't allotted anymore. Hearing her made him chuckle softly, shaking his head. "I can imagine that would let you understand falsehoods.. I mean. I'm sure that a lot of people in the world.. what's left of it anyway-" he added in a mutter "-have lost someone or multiple someones that they care about. Most lost a child or a spouse, a sibling or a parent.. Not a lot of people lost their entire family in the explosion. I realized once I finally made it back home that I was all that was left.." He said softly, turning his eyes from her back for a moment.
When she turned back toward him he lifted his gaze. A tiny smile touched his lips. No, she didn't look that bad, just a little puffy eyed with bloodshot eyes. Even though he wouldn't say it aloud, she was still beautiful. He offered a tender smile, reaching out to place his hand onto her shoulder. "In the end, I suppose it doesn't matter. We survived and should live our lives for ourselves rather than the memory they would have had of us." He said gently, more talking to her than himself. He would always live for -her- memory. The way she would have wanted him to be.
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Post by Tasha_Moondancer on Apr 13, 2012 17:32:04 GMT -5
~She had to smile some at his words and nodded softly catching the whisper of part and sighed. Looking down a moment than slowly let her gaze return to his face not sure anything was needed or would be right to say.~ "I know.." ~Licking her lips some to wet them before allowing her head to rise slightly and looked up at him. Letting her head fall some to the side as he touched her shoulders before hearing him. Thinking about it a moment before she nodded, letting her eyes close briefly for a second.~ "Your right Markus we shold live for ourselves just at times the past seems to keep coming back."
~Putting her hand over his on her shoulder and smiling up at him a second than shook her head.~ "Well this is certainly not how I wanted your stay here to go, I do apologize if you like go ahead and get your laundry started. Need to check on Wynx anyhow and do a few things before going to the store. Although your welcome to come with if you like."
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Post by markus on Apr 17, 2012 21:48:53 GMT -5
"We should always live for ourselves. That's the best way to keep happy and healthy. You're right though, sometimes the past does come back.. seems to haunt us sometimes, doesn't it?" He asked, a faint chuckle slipping through his lips. He smiled softly down at her as she placed her hand over his. He had to tear his gaze away from those blue eyes before he could get himself trapped in them, he could already feel it starting. Tasha had a very enticing presense, one that made it hard to walk away from her. He wouldn't doubt it if she knew it too. Markus nodded at her words, taking a step back from her, letting his hands fall to his sides. "Yeah. I probably should start my laundry, gotta have clean clothes." He said with a little laugh.
He reached out to grab the towel again, frowning in thought. "I would come along, but all of my shirts and socks are dirty. I'll need to wait until I have clean clothes before I can leave." He said with a little shrug of his shoulders. A hand raised to brush back through the short hair on his head as he took another step back, keeping his eyes on her face. "Don't apologize either. Sometimes it's hard to keep things bottled up with someone who's seen the same crap." He smiled lightly, stepping back once more to find himself in the door way.
"Give my best to Wynx, let her know I'd like to meet her at some point." He smiled as he slipped from the kitchen and headed back down the hall toward the stairs to his room. He still hadn't realized hers was right next door to his, and probably wouldn't for a while. Once he was back in his room he gathered up all of his diry laundry in his arms, double checked to be sure he had everything and went back downstairs through the kitchen to find the washer. He noticed along the way that she'd left the kitchen, which he'd expected really. It wasn't difficult to find the washer and dryer.. starting it was another story. He stared at the label on the inside of the washers lid, the one with the instructions, to make sure he was doing everything right before he actually turned it on. Now came a little exploration of the house.
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