forum Reini and Lavender (CLOSED)

Started April 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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Vandar holds up a hand. "I don't know! Just stop!" His hair starts smoking a bit more.

He doesn't notice, buried too deep in his own thoughts. "Wouldn't it be great if words were easier to learn? Language is so hard sometimes! So is talking, honestly, especially to pretty people. It's rough because everyone these days is pretty! There's too many good-looking folks in the world. I can't help it! If you can believe it, I have a tendency to talk too much when I'm around people that scare me. Can you believe that? I can't. I don't think I talk much at all. I think I talk goodly! Goodly? Wait, no. More gooder! That's the one, right?"

"Are you saying I'm scaring you?" Vandar says in a deadpan tone, clearly exasperated.
Djynn is trying not to laugh.

"I'm terrified of you!" Azmael announces, nodding happily. "I'm glad you got my point! See, I talk so good! I'm the best at talking! There's no one better! Everyone these days is pretty and unfairly rude. That's my conclusion, I think. Do you have any thoughts, sir?"

"No. I don't." He snaps. His hair is now has tiny little flames.
"Sir, you might want to go calm down again." Djynn says, making a great effort not to laugh.
"Great idea Djynn." He mutters, walking out of the building.

Azmael looks around innocently, his eyes wide. "Did I do something? What was he so angry about?"

"You ranted again, sweetheart," Cienth says in a soft voice. His face falls.

"Oh… sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm so, so, so-"

"Sweetie."

"Ack. I am sorry, Djynn."

"Don't be sorry Azmael. He gets pissed off easily."

"But… I…" Azmael suddenly can't find the right words. He tucks his injured hand under his other arm and looks away. "I'm still sorry. I don't mean to blabber on, I really don't. I… I get nervous, and…"

She puts her hand on his shoulder, smiling. "Hey. It's okay. I don't think I've seen him get that flustered before. It was great."

"That's not a good thing!" he wails miserably. He hugs her suddenly, putting his head on her shoulder, and then immediately pulls back. "Sorry- oh, sorry, I… comfort, I just… I'm too old to be doing stuff like this, I just get so, so nervous."

"Breathe," Ci says, concerned, but he doesn't hear her. He squeezes his eyes shut and swallows, trying to stop his head from hurting. It rages at full force as his heart rate spikes.

"I… have anxiety when… I get really scared, and I get headaches…" he pants in an explanation, turning away so she can't see him. "It's all right. Give me a second, and…"

She hugs him back. "Hey, it's alright. I understand."

His body stiffens, then relaxes. There's still a blistering, burning pain gathering behind his eyes, but he's finally able to breathe a little easier. He presses his finger into the scar on his hand to distract himself and lowers his head onto her shoulder once more.

"You don't even… you don't even know me. Why didn't you leave when you had the chance? I talked for so long… I always do that. Now your mentor probably hates me… and you…"

"I don't hate you. Far from it. As for Vandar, he hates everyone. Don't take it personal."

"But why don't you?" He pulls away again, but keeps his finger pressed to his scar. "Everything you've seen of me has been… not good. You should hate me, or at least think I'm weird."

Cienth makes a sad sound. "You're not weird, Mae. You need to stop saying that."

"What else am I supposed to call myself? That's all I ever hear." His nail digs into the cut, and he shakes his head. "This isn't… isn't going to work. I'm sorry, Djynn. For a little bit, I thought things were going to go right, but I don't think I can do this. I'm sorry. Tell your mentor that you beat me in a fight, or whatever you want to. I don't want to be dramatic, I really don't, but… I feel like I'm going to just… split in half…"

(Here we go!! I was thinking that was a bit much, but I hit send before I could rewrite it)

"But why don't you?" He pulls away again, but keeps his finger pressed to his scar. "Everything you've seen of me has been… not good. You should think I'm weird. This isn't normal."

Cienth makes a strangled sound. "You're not weird, Mae."

"Maybe. I don't know." He rubs his head, shrugs tiredly, and laughs. "I really don't. Whatever. I shouldn't have pushed this all on you. You didn't ask for any of it. If you still want to train sometime, I promise I won't flip out that time. The next time, I mean. If there is even a next time. You know what I'm saying."

Djynn smiles. "I'd love to train with you. You seem like a nice guy."

"Nice? That's one word for it." He cracks a smile and rubs his head again. "Yeah, well. I'm gonna go home and sit the rest of this out. You can get back to your electrifying workout."

"That was awful. One out of ten, Azmael. I would cry if I heard that again," Cienth booes. She's still obviously upset, but manageably so.

"Electrifying workout."

"The tears are streaming down my face right now," she replies, rolling her eyes. "Sorry for the havoc, sweetheart. If we see you again soon, I promise it'll be more training and less talking. Hopefully."

"Maybe," he adds, and she hits him lightly. "You're injuring the injured! That's rude!"

"You're rude!"

"I am not!"

"We'll see you later, Miss Djynn," Cienth finishes, grabbing his arm and dragging him away. He waggles his fingers as they go out the door.

She waves. "See ya Azmael!"
(I might disappear suddenly, we're having severe thunder and lightning here.)