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Nov 10, 2013 1:52:36 GMT -5
Post by анзие (Anz) on Nov 10, 2013 1:52:36 GMT -5
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Lachlan won't go so far as to say that Odessa is the reason for his every breath, every beat of his heart. He won't say that Odessa's proximity gives him great strength - so great that he might throw all their hurts and pains out the window, so great that he feels he can conquer Panem with a single finger, or that the strange sense of trust he gets from the way she lets him hold her empowers his soul. He won't lose any sleep if she shoves him away, won't think late at night of what he might have done different to keep her around, won't dream about the things that they could have been, won't lock himself in his room and cry (not that Lachlan does anything like cry). It's certainly nothing as sappy as that.
But - and he finds this disconcerting - the way that she doesn't stomp away telling him to go screw himself even after all he's said gives him a sense of relief: relief that she's not going to abandon him (even if he's the one who abandons everyone else) and relief that she's allowing him - he hopes - a second chance. The way she calms in his arms is a new thing too; he is almost always the reason for feminine tears in his presence, but Lachlan has never once come across a girl whose tears stop because of something he's done. It's a strange sensation and it eases a grip on his heart he has not noticed before.
(He might be wrong but he thinks he might be attracted to her.)
He pets the top of her head lightly just before she pulls away before shifting back himself, studying her tear-stained face. It's not a flattering look on her, but he supposes nobody's looks are flattered when they were just crying their eyes out.
She sounds as though she's trying her best not to let her voice shake (and he feels respect rise for her), “I am sorry, I shouldn’t- I didn’t mean to break down like that. And no, no it’s not your fault; you weren’t to know… you weren’t to know about my past.” There's a pause where Lachlan continues watching her calm herself. She sounds better.
"Feeling better?" is what he wants to ask when she collapses on the ground. 'Fuck!'
“I am sorry to have inconvenience you this fine night… I am sorry, and I don’t blame you of you want to leave- especially after the way I spoke to you.”
She looks at him, and Lachlan takes a very long moment to realize that he's dropped down to his hands and knees as well, one arm outstretched like he tried to catch her. Clearing his throat he shifts back onto his heels (and feels his leg shake and threaten to fall). He wobbles and checks himself on the ground before taking a deep breath, wondering how he should respond.
'Best not to say anything insulting,' the oh-so-wise voice in his mind advises.
"I still have to fix your feet," he says lamely. (It's a bad excuse to keep her around for a little while longer, isn't it? He wants to find that out.) "And, well, I should have guessed. Nobody's parents are normal or nice anymore." Well, nobody that he's met thus far. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that home is a bad place for you right now, so we can go somewhere else. The morgue's always open - or at least, nobody's there to guard the entrance." A corner of his lips twitch upwards - there's nothing to steal from the morgue, after all. What a stupid sentence.
Lachlan offers his hands, then thinks of something and adds, "But if you want me to leave then I'll go."
He won't lose any sleep over leaving.
there is simply nothing worse
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his has never happened to him.Lachlan won't go so far as to say that Odessa is the reason for his every breath, every beat of his heart. He won't say that Odessa's proximity gives him great strength - so great that he might throw all their hurts and pains out the window, so great that he feels he can conquer Panem with a single finger, or that the strange sense of trust he gets from the way she lets him hold her empowers his soul. He won't lose any sleep if she shoves him away, won't think late at night of what he might have done different to keep her around, won't dream about the things that they could have been, won't lock himself in his room and cry (not that Lachlan does anything like cry). It's certainly nothing as sappy as that.
But - and he finds this disconcerting - the way that she doesn't stomp away telling him to go screw himself even after all he's said gives him a sense of relief: relief that she's not going to abandon him (even if he's the one who abandons everyone else) and relief that she's allowing him - he hopes - a second chance. The way she calms in his arms is a new thing too; he is almost always the reason for feminine tears in his presence, but Lachlan has never once come across a girl whose tears stop because of something he's done. It's a strange sensation and it eases a grip on his heart he has not noticed before.
(He might be wrong but he thinks he might be attracted to her.)
He pets the top of her head lightly just before she pulls away before shifting back himself, studying her tear-stained face. It's not a flattering look on her, but he supposes nobody's looks are flattered when they were just crying their eyes out.
She sounds as though she's trying her best not to let her voice shake (and he feels respect rise for her), “I am sorry, I shouldn’t- I didn’t mean to break down like that. And no, no it’s not your fault; you weren’t to know… you weren’t to know about my past.” There's a pause where Lachlan continues watching her calm herself. She sounds better.
"Feeling better?" is what he wants to ask when she collapses on the ground. 'Fuck!'
“I am sorry to have inconvenience you this fine night… I am sorry, and I don’t blame you of you want to leave- especially after the way I spoke to you.”
She looks at him, and Lachlan takes a very long moment to realize that he's dropped down to his hands and knees as well, one arm outstretched like he tried to catch her. Clearing his throat he shifts back onto his heels (and feels his leg shake and threaten to fall). He wobbles and checks himself on the ground before taking a deep breath, wondering how he should respond.
'Best not to say anything insulting,' the oh-so-wise voice in his mind advises.
"I still have to fix your feet," he says lamely. (It's a bad excuse to keep her around for a little while longer, isn't it? He wants to find that out.) "And, well, I should have guessed. Nobody's parents are normal or nice anymore." Well, nobody that he's met thus far. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that home is a bad place for you right now, so we can go somewhere else. The morgue's always open - or at least, nobody's there to guard the entrance." A corner of his lips twitch upwards - there's nothing to steal from the morgue, after all. What a stupid sentence.
Lachlan offers his hands, then thinks of something and adds, "But if you want me to leave then I'll go."
He won't lose any sleep over leaving.
than knowing how it ends
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Lachlan Callaghan
Lachlan Callaghan
district 6
eighteen
male
eighteen
male