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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 30, 2009 2:28:05 GMT
She sobbed and screamed, trying to fight against Antosha with all the strength she had, even going so far as to digging in what little nails she had. She didn't want to hurt him, she didn't even particularly want to stay where they were she just wanted to scream, to have something to fight against, to have something physical. She wanted to fight, to feel some kind of physical pain to help her with the emotional one. "Let... me... go!" were the only words distinguishable in the fits of sobbing and screaming.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 30, 2009 2:36:46 GMT
Antosha dragged her on, ignoring her kicking and screaming. Ignoring her fists. It was helping her, even he could tell that. He was silent still, his throat closed up. The words that threatened to kill him were gone, no longer burning coals of anger. He was left empty, blank, a shell. He did not lossen his grip on her, not even when her sobs kicked in.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 30, 2009 2:40:11 GMT
She bit down into her anger - literally, barely noticing as her bottom lip cracked and began to bleed. Her sobs were subsiding, even as the tears weren't, and her body was beginning to break down; through exhaustion or acceptance, she wasn't quite sure, but she wasn't going to question it. She closed her eyes, letting Antosha guide her, concentrating on each breath as if it was her last, praying that it was if it could only bring them back.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 30, 2009 2:44:00 GMT
He picked her up in his arms, gently cradling her. Letting her work through the problems alone, as always. Alone. His feet carried them across the ground, quickly reaching the girl's dorm. He walked into the main room, ignoring all the looks he was given. The fire flared up, almost enough to torch the room. Half the girls were still in tears. Still silent he laid her on an empty couch, softly stroking her hair.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 30, 2009 2:56:19 GMT
She let him carry him, let him place her down, feeling like a doll in his arms, ready to do anything, expecting to be thrown across the room and not move. Her tears were itching his skin, but other than that she barely noticed them flowing down. She vaguely looked around the room, seeing the girls; word had certainly traveled fast. But there weren't just the crying ones. It took a little, but she could see the ones in the corners, smiles on their faces. She frowned, her eyes glaring and her fists tightening into balls, her nails digging in so deep they bled.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 30, 2009 3:00:22 GMT
He was careful with her, forcing everything to revolve around her. Antosha looked up, seeing all the girls. His brows burrowed, letting his eyes tell them to get out or die. Quickly, but loudly, they all left. Leaving Anto and Diane alone. He wiped the tears off her face, gently prying her fists open to heal her wounds. A hour passed, maybe longer, but he didn't notice. Remaining silent as the dead.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 30, 2009 3:05:21 GMT
She leaned forwards into Antosha, wondering why he was so quiet, but nothing really needed to be said. If she needed him to know anything, she would just think it anyway. This was just another unshatterable moment, just before the next wave of pain would flood forwards, and the longer each moment lasted the longer it would be before that pain set in.
Eventually, she knew the silence would be broken eventually. She leaned over to Antosha, taking her hands and bringing one to his cheek, pulling herself up to kiss him on the forehead. "If you ever need to talk... or just be around someone... I'll always be here." she told him, though she was pretty sure he already knew.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 30, 2009 3:25:40 GMT
Antosha pulled away, debating. Something pulled at him, daring him to do the one thing he shouldn't. Mathew was right, he could easily steal a fifth kiss. If only it wouldn't be her first, with him. His eyes were filled with confusion, a delema he had never shared. He gently stroked her cheek, leaning closer till their lips were breaths away. Second ticked by, making it stretch on for ages. The larger part of his heart wanted to stay truthful to Brynn, the other part just needed someone there. Someone to catch him, he knew that person couldn't be Diane.
Softly, gently, he pressed his lips to her's. His confusion and need filled every corner of his mind. It was deep, something dangerous lurking below the surface. Then he pulled away, looked away. Ice once more.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 30, 2009 3:32:06 GMT
She breathed heavily, watching him closely as he pulled back, a thousand thoughts and feelings running through her mind. He was in a bad place, desperately for some sort of affection and love; she knew the exact feeling. She knew how it could drag anyone to the wrong person. If only it hadn't been so good... The forbidden kisses were always the best.
"Antosha..." she said slowly, putting her hand on his knee. "I know you don't want this," she said, smiling as she brushed her hand back through his hair affectionately, knowing how badly she wanted it but resisting it. For now, she needed a brother more than a lover.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 30, 2009 3:40:55 GMT
He gave an awkward shrug, wishing he could have kept going. Badly. He needed someone to fill the growing darkness, anyone to pull him away from reality. His hands grazed across her shoulders, pulling her closer. Using her as a lifeline. Maybe it wasn't the best, maybe it was the worst thing he could do. But right now he needed.. Brynn. His dark eyes filled with a glimmer of hope, wanting to find the boy now. Wanting to find him still alive, still breathing.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 30, 2009 3:47:27 GMT
She lowered her head, her eyes watering up again as she tried to stop her tears. "Go find him, Antosha." she said softly, knowing exactly who he was thinking of. She smiled; she could always notice when Antosha was thinking about Brynn, the energy in the room suddenly changed as she came dangerously close to feeling what Antosha had let her feel of love. It made her regret the fools gold she had been chasing, feeling like she should chuck it away, though it still glittered, and sometimes the pain of holding it too tightly was a welcome change.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 30, 2009 4:50:47 GMT
Antosha shook his head, sinking into the couch. His eyes closed, finding sleep just moments away. Julie appeared by his side, gently stroking his hair, humming softly in his ear. She looked up, golden globes catching Diane's eyes with ease. They are safe. But he isn't. Break the shell before he falls silent forever. her words rang into De's head, a warning that all wasn't well yet. Many more troubles still awaited the small group. With that, she left, fading into mist once more.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 30, 2009 5:00:13 GMT
She watched Julie, her words ringing in her ears long after she'd said them. What had she meant by those words? She took Antosha's hand in hers, closing it tightly in her two palms, her eyes closing tightly. "Antosha...?" she said slowly, bringing the hand to her lips and kissing it softly. "I need you to be safe. A-and be strong for me. For them. For everyone." she said, her voice shaking.
"I-I don't know what you want but... I can try and help," she said slowly, trying to smile. "I-It sounds stupid but I still have all these pamphlets from when my mum died and I read them so many times... sometimes it helped." she said with a small shrug.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 30, 2009 5:10:44 GMT
Antosha opened his eyes, watching her blankly. Why would he care about help? He was fine. His face refused to express anything, burying deep within for protection. They were dead. He was alive. What he wouldn't trade to bring them back.. Finally, a sound rang from his lips, though it was far from what she wanted. The scream broke free, breaking him inside, the animal instincts kicking in. A panther ripped free, snarling and hissing at the air. Then, as soon as it happened, it was gone. Antosha was left, panting and curling into a ball. Controlling the newest part of him.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 30, 2009 5:17:50 GMT
She stood still, staying pinned down to her spot on the seat, waiting and concentrating only on breathing until Antosha was calmer, less likely to hurt her accidentally. "It's alright, Antosha..." she said softly, though she kept her distance a little now. "Let it all out. Scream, cry, hit me, I don't mind. Just... feel it. If you hide it away it'll only get worse," she said speaking from personal experience.
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