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Post by Kitrina on Feb 11, 2011 10:00:17 GMT -5
She said nothing, simply shrugged and looked aside. Not much to look at in the trunk as she lounged back. "To be honest, I really don't care." A moment of self-defeatism. She was often prone to them, unfortunately so though often they were masked under a shield of aggressive hostility. MAybe she was a bit lonely. Maybe that was why she was going back to Munkustrap a few nights, sometimes during the day. Pathetic, really, but that long without touch or affection?
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Post by Quaxo on Feb 12, 2011 15:24:43 GMT -5
Quaxo walked over to her leaning on the back of the trunk beside her, "look, I just can tell that you feel lonely, and you hurt so much. After what happened to you I don't doubt why that is, but I think you need to talk to someone about it, so why not let that person be me?"
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Post by Kitrina on Feb 26, 2011 15:49:16 GMT -5
"There's nothing to talk about. Stuff happened, that's it. Can't change it, no point dwelling on it." Even if dwelling was, sadly, what she tended to do.
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Post by Quaxo on Feb 27, 2011 0:05:11 GMT -5
Quaxo sat down, "but you are dwelling on it. You dwell on it all the time don't you? Keeping it inside can't be healthy. Have you ever told your story out loud to someone else before?"
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 2, 2011 23:09:48 GMT -5
"No," she replied, then paused.
"Yes. Munkustrap and Rum Tum Tugger. ... briefly." She rubbed her hands together, then shifted so she lay curled on her side. "I'm tired." Mainly she wanted to stop talking about this.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 2, 2011 23:13:42 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Quaxo said softly, "I'll leave you alone if you really want me to. I just...I can't believe what you've gone through. I just thought you might really need someone to talk to that's all."
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 2, 2011 23:20:14 GMT -5
"I told you, I don't talk. When you start talking, you end up six feet under, if you're lucky." She curled up and shivered. Fucking weather.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 22:18:21 GMT -5
Quaxo sighed, he was sad because she was sad, he wished she would let him help her, but...he didn't know what else he could say. At her shiver, however, he doffed his coat and slung it around her shoulders, sitting down beside her, staying silent.
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 5, 2011 11:54:09 GMT -5
"Won't you be cold?" she asked, seemingly bitter and unimpressed, though she was too tired to argue much. Her pride set in.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 5, 2011 11:58:37 GMT -5
"I'll be fine," Quaxo said smiling and suppressing a shiver. He was damned if he wasn't going to help this queen somehow, and if just making her not alone, and not cold was all that it came down to, than so be it.
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 5, 2011 18:59:48 GMT -5
She snorted and closed her eyes, settling for sleep.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 5, 2011 19:19:23 GMT -5
Quaxo just sat there, waiting for Kitrina to fall asleep. At least tonight, he thought, she won't be alone.
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