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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 10:58:02 GMT
“Tch…if you think having patience and dedication is an impressive thing, then I suppose so…”
Emery frowned. That was the first hint at bitterness she’d caught during their conversing. Was she talking too much? Her mother used to always scold her when she would go on tangents about things that excited her. She just couldn’t help herself. Emery got passionate about certain topics. A sparkle would light her eyes, and her breath would quicken with her racing heart. Everyone got like that about something or another – Emery was no exception to this rule.
…Maybe this boy was an exception.
She caught sight of a smirk crossing his lips at that point, along with the slightest chuckle, and she thought he might be in a better mood at that point. But he opened his mouth once more, speaking in a tone of bitterness and acceptance mixed together as he spoke about other people and their lack of patience and dedication. She felt the urge to speak up, tell him that he was wrong and that everyone had a bit of both traits. That sometimes it was simply harder to find, or that others hid it well. To have better faith in other people.
But she didn’t, keeping her mouth wisely shut. This was her curse. Emery couldn’t defy someone so openly. She was too afraid to displease others – their opinions mattered to her. Her mother had made sure to nail that in her coffin, and now it had gotten to the point where it was sometimes all she could think about: satisfying others. Her own feelings didn’t matter as long as the other party was happy.
When Emery had asked Fenris about a possible music career, his eyes shifted to hers and remained there for a few solid seconds. Those seconds had ticked by slowly, and she wondered to herself if she’d said something wrong. Was she bothering him now? She could start to see the faint traces of annoyance across his features, and just as she prepared to quickly retract her question and apologize, he spoke once more, giving her a ‘no’ and a simple explanation about music being a hobby.
Slowly nodding her red head, processing his words, her eyes drifted to the book on the table as the two sat there in silence. “I wish I could understand that,” she whispered, her voice soft and light. Emery wasn’t even sure if he heard her, continuing on before she could stop herself. “I don’t have any hobbies. Nothing talent-wise, anyway. I’m –” Nothing special, was what was on the tip of her tongue. She almost said it, too. Deciding to make a smooth transition, she finished with “I’m looking for clubs to join, actually. Do you have any suggestions?”
Smooth as sandpaper, Emery. Real smooth.
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Post by Fenryll Anderson on Apr 20, 2017 3:28:34 GMT
"...Suggestions. Now you're asking me for suggestions about clubs." For a short amount of time following those last few words, Fenryll had ceased movement for the most part, and had even frozen his eyes as he stared at one specific part of his novel. After a brief period had passed, however, he closed his eyes slowly yet tightly, tilting the book that he held backwards ever so faintly all the while. "...No, I don't have any suggestions," he was quick to add after his initial remarks and flatly toned inquiries. Bringing his hands together, they shut the book within their grasps and simply laid it flat upon the desk that he sat at- though not before he took a swift and carefuly glance towards the corner of the pages he had been on in order to memorize his place. Leaning back in his seat, the teen simply crossed both of his arms over his chest, following suit with his legs all the while as he simply gave into his own leisure despite his unappreciative nature at that point. "Listen," he started off once more as he tapped his fingers against his arms impatiently, "and listen well. Emery, was it? ...Whatever your name was..." His fingers ceased movement while he turned his head and opened his eyes once more at long last, casting a narrowed, piercing glare of emerald upon her with little care for hesitation or intensity as he glanced her way. "I'll just be straight with you. I don't give a damn about your hobbies or talents- or...your lack thereof, it seems like."His crossed foot tapped absentmindedly within the air beneath his desk all during his speech as if exhibiting his underlying sense of impatience as he took a breath after his most recent words. For a small while longer, he examined Emery for another time before shaking his head and closing his eyes for a second time, bowing his head and beginning to rub his face. "Also, to be completely honest, you're just annoying me. I'll answer you just to be polite, but the more you talk my ear off, the more you make me tempted to give you a snarky reply that may or may not be intentionally insulting."
@emery ::: 374 Words ::: hope shes ready for some more salt
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 21:42:53 GMT
“…Suggestions. Now you’re asking me for suggestions about clubs.”
Emery didn’t know what to make of his tone. She thought she had easily maneuvered the conversation to clubs, but maybe that was a touchy subject for him? She wasn’t sure at this point. To be fair, she wasn’t sure of much when it came to this boy. He was hard to read at times. She didn’t know what to make of their conversation so far, with her mostly steering the speech to different topics. Perhaps she should think of something more interesting? But then again, what was wrong with clubs?
After racking her brain over his words, he finally spoke up once more and replied that he didn’t have any suggestions. “Oh,” she breathed, not sure how to respond. He didn’t leave much wiggle room for saying anything else, so she chose not to add anything.
But he didn’t let it end there. Catching her attention with a sudden “Listen”, Emery turned her gaze back toward him as he closed his book and looked her way. He seemed to fumble over her name for a moment, and just as she was about ready to correct him he responded that he didn’t care what her name was, startling her. He continued on to tell her he also didn’t care about her lack of talents – something that harshly stung her chest – and that she was being a bother to him.
Wow. That was one of the worst responses she’d received. Well, that wasn’t technically true, but it was up there on the list of things-Emery-doesn’t-know-how-to-respond-to. She bit her lip and dropped her eyes down to the table, unsure of what to say after that. The people-pleaser in her wanted her to beg for forgiveness, but she had an inkling of a feeling that wasn’t what he wanted. So she took a deep breath, letting out a slow exhale before starting on her apology.
“I’m sorry,” she finally spoke, drifting her eyes back up to face his. “I didn’t realize I was talking so much. I won’t bother you anymore.” With that, Emery turned her attention back to the table, lifting her bag on it and shuffling through its contents to find something – anything – to distract herself from her pounding chest.
NOTES | the ocean called, it wants its salt back LOL TAG | Fenryll Anderson WORDS | 380 |
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