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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 14, 2010 1:47:35 GMT -5
Quinn hadn't hoped to hear that, but then she couldn't say she'd expected otherwise, after all, he'd been dealing with his a lot longer than she'd been dealing with hers. Who was to say in a few years that she wouldn't find herself exactly where he was. "Then let me help you." It would be enough, like she'd told Jory even if it took ten years or never happened, she'd be happy to take the time.
"Let me share with you, I don't expect anything in return." She wished she could see the smile she'd seen the last time she'd seen him, it had been a smile that had broken the heavens and let loose a wash of warmth in her. "I told someone once, that getting to know you, any part of you that you could share was worth it to me. I meant it. Because I don't feel so alone, it doesn't matter to me if you can never stop hurting, I'll never stop trying." Maybe because she hadn't tried for Kiley.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 14, 2010 2:00:21 GMT -5
Lyric's brows drew together in confusion. "Me?" he asked, uncomfortable with the thought. Who had she been talking to? What had she told them? Would the entire school know everything now? It made his heart beat again, but he didn't like the feeling. He shuffled back slightly, even as part of him wanted to say yes, that he'd let her help him if she wanted to. But what was the price? I don't expect anything in return. But she'd told someone. She'd told someone, like Jory had told someone about them, and someone else, and someone else, until people who recognized him in the hallways said things instead of just staring. Say you weren't talking about me.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 14, 2010 2:10:09 GMT -5
Quinn looked down at her feet, not proud of that moment, "yeah you. I didn't want to talk about you, I was just trying to ask my friend what," she blushed bright red, "I wanted to know what sex was. He sent me to the nurse to ask, but Jory walked in. I'd never met him before, it wasn't pleasant. I may have yelled at him."
Her eyes darted up, and she was thankful her bright cheeks wouldn't be seen in the dark. "He wouldn't listen to me. About the touching thing. I told him why I thought...but he I don't know. I just told him that it shouldn't matter, that you'd been hurt and that takes more than just admitting it to get over. I didn't tell him anything about...anything. Other than try to explain, he kept asking me if you were drunk."
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 14, 2010 2:21:48 GMT -5
It was confusing, and her words just melded in with everything else whirling in his head. She'd told a friend and Jory? But he already knew. But he'd never understood and Lyric didn't think Jory had wanted to understand so much as be told what charm to use to make it disappear so he'd be someone else. I didn't tell him anything. But... I may have yelled at him. He didn't understand. His brows drew tightly together, and though he could feel his body again, it was only the tension in it that held him together. He didn't want to feel it, and the spin of his thoughts made him want to jump all over again. The part of him with its claws in Quinn wouldn't let go, though. He didn't move, but his eyes were blank.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 14, 2010 2:31:47 GMT -5
Lyric wasn't saying anything, Quinn felt the panic returning to her, she'd thought she had him, but now he was just staring almost at nothing. What had she said, she rewound through everything and could only find the point where she said that she had told someone what he was worth. "I only mentioned your name to my friend, when I went shopping. I was trying to look nice for you," she knew she was talking to fast to much, but she was nervous, not wanting to lose Lyric and to tiny hold she thought she might have had.
"He wasn't there when I talked to Jory." She took a deep breath, "I know, I'm talking a lot, maybe to much. But I'm nervous with you standing there. I'm afraid if I don't say the right thing, then I'm going to lose any chance I have at getting to know you. And I'll have to watch. Again. I don't want to watch, I want to help you." She knew that it was stupid, and it probably meant nothing, but she continued anyways.
"I don't want to go to your funeral, I want to go to a concert with you." She reached into her pocket to pull out the now slightly crumpled tickets she'd been carrying for a few days now. "I got them for you. To say Happy Valentine's Day." Because he did mean something to her.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 14, 2010 2:40:37 GMT -5
A concert? It was still confusing and he still couldn't follow her train of thought, but his mind seized on something he could understand. I want to go to a concert with you. Why? Part of him realized that she'd told him why a hundred different ways, but it still didn't make sense. Still, he'd never been to a real concert before, and with his mind as jumbled and numb as it was, a tiny spark of curiosity was enough to guide him. "Who is it?" he asked. The part of him that should have been uncomfortable was numb and the part of him that should have registered everything else she'd said was too worn to give it any prominence in his mind.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 14, 2010 2:45:31 GMT -5
Smoothing out the tickets she read the name, "Breaking Benjamin. I had to ask around, for someone that was harder rock. It's a muggle band, but they're playing in London." She wasn't sure anymore who had told her about them, maybe a customer, but she'd heard good things, and even if the band was horrible then she'd be going with Lyric. "They aren't the closest, but they aren't to far either." She'd been able to find someplace between middle and front for the concert, they should be able to see the group without straining themselves.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 14, 2010 2:56:14 GMT -5
Lyric stepped forward off the wall without thinking about it, his boots thudding against the stones as he landed. He reached out and took one of the tickets from Quinn to look at, but had no clue what the numbers and letters meant in relation to seating. He knew the band, though. I'm on my way, to feel you, dislocate. Safe in your space. I'm open, wide open. "You got them for me?" he asked quietly. Had anyone but family ever given him anything before? An intricate carving of a Welsh Dragon. A marble with swirling red and yellow stripes. "Thank you," he said in a near whisper. The numbness was comfortable right now.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 14, 2010 11:11:09 GMT -5
A soft sob of relief escaped Quinn's lips as Lyric stepped off of the ledge, thank God she thought. Thank God. "Yeah, I was making valentine's for everyone, but I wanted to get you something...personal. I knew, I knew you liked hard rock. Did I pick a good band?" She had no idea who they were, but the other guy she'd gotten tickets from had seemed enthusiastic about it. It took every bit of herself not to hug Lyric because she was so happy he'd come down. She knew, she had to go slow again. She'd revealed a big secret, but it wasn't all there was, it was just part of the worst one, and that was enough for now.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 14, 2010 14:34:07 GMT -5
Lyric nodded absently as he looked over the ticket, the words sometimes meaning something and sometimes merely dark shapes against the paper. It was strange how it could fade back and forth between the two states. "It's good, I like them," he said softly. His mind was still moving too fast, but it was in the background now. The rest of his mind was blissfully empty, and the words passed from his lips to the air without any effort or recognition on his part. He could stand there indefinitely just watching the way the letters faded into meaningless shapes and back.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 14, 2010 14:39:40 GMT -5
A soft smile broke through Quinn's nerves and fears, it was good to hear him focusing a bit now. With that small concession on his part she couldn't restrain herself any longer, she leaned in for a quick hug, and back away as quickly as she had stepped in. "I'm sorry, I just, I had to do it. Why don't we go somewhere else." Away from the tower, away from what she'd just walked in on.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 14, 2010 15:02:46 GMT -5
Lyric wasn't on anything, and the contact, as brief as it was, was far too much. He shook his head and backed away, the ticket falling from his hand to skitter across the stones before stopping against the wall. "Don't touch me," he hissed. Her apology meant nothing, and though he didn't step back up, he thought about it as he collapsed onto his knees beside the pile of his coat and bag. He glared at Quinn, still on edge, despite the front of calm that even he had almost believed he'd been in. He could still feel her, could still feel it, and him, and the rejection of the one person he'd wanted to want him, and he dug shakily into his duffel bag after his box. He didn't care what he took, as long as it was fast.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 14, 2010 15:08:03 GMT -5
Quinn fell silent for once as she watch Lyric dig for his bag, and she felt the tears slip loose again. She couldn't say that it didn't hurt, it was killer to know that she couldn't help it, and she'd still known she shouldn't. "I didn't...I just..." there wasn't an excuse...she had known. "I know. I won't, do it again." Not unless you ask. Which he probably wouldn't.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 14, 2010 15:27:28 GMT -5
Lyric shook his head as he pulled out his box and tore off the paper he'd charmed to stick against it, throwing it to the wind, or to the same fate as his ticket. He scrambled to open it, pushing the parchment-wrapped dragon aside so that it fell to the stones with a small clack. Less than a minute, less than a minute and he could have it all set up, and it didn't matter if Quinn saw. He was hardly aware of her as he pulled out a length of stretchy rubber, a small bottle, everything he'd need. He didn't care if someone else came in. And then it was done. A matter of seconds, not minutes, and he was hit with a rush of euphoria that swallowed everything else.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Feb 14, 2010 15:44:15 GMT -5
Quinn saw what Lyric was doing, and this was different than before, this hurt to watch. But she'd told him she'd be there for him, she'd be here to help give him a bit of her sunshine days. It didn't matter that this was not one of them, she would share what she didn't have. Quinn bent down and picked up Lyric's ticket again, putting both of them in her pocket so that they wouldn't disappear. Wiping at her eyes, and stoically deciding to stop, she sat down next to him, perhaps a body width between them, and leaned her head back against the stone wall. Right now she'd wait to see what this did to him, what mood he would be in.
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