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Date Posted: 12:59:24 06/11/06 Sun
Author: Kyrian
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Skeeter/Shay 's message, "inside" on 12:10:40 06/11/06 Sun

(He looked up as Shay came into the room, rousing from the light nap he had been taking and shifting to sit up in bed as Skeeter came in. He looked his friend over and arched a brow as he heard about Kyrian. He had known that Kyrian was going downhill, but he had been clinging to the hope that Haylie would wake up and tell him he looked like hell. He nodded somberly and got to his feet, patting Skeeter's arm as he passed him, letting him know quietly that he not only agreed with him but that he appreciated his opinion and caring for his teammates. He walked into the other room and stopped a few feet from the door, crossing his arms over his chest and standing with his feet at shoulder width. He looked powerful then, tall and proud, incredibly strong and so broad of shoulder and chest that he was like a wall of strength. His eyes were stern and his jaw just as stubborn as his best friend's.. he was inviting no argument as he looked at Kyrian.) Sutherland, go home. That is a direct order. I don't want to see your face for twenty four hours, marine. (He purposefully took on a commanding tone, using impersonal names for his friend to seperate his order from his friendship with Kyr and let him know he was serious.) (He frowned as he watched Remy assume an authoratative stance.. his best friend was the only man he knew that could take him when he was at his worst.. no matter how determined and angry Kyrian had ever gotten, Remy had overtaken him without a bit of a challenge. He had at least a foot of height and a good seventy pounds on him and that was all muscle.. and he could tell all of the man before him was dead serious about him going home and not coming back until tomorrow. With a sigh, he looked up at Shay, shifting to carefully hand Chase off to her before getting to his feet. He went to Haylie's side and leaned over to hug her carefully, whispering into her ear "I am going to be here in spirit, Haylie.. don't you dare give up on me, I know you are in there and that you can hear me. I love you, Monarch, my sweet butterfly.. come back to me, please.. " He pulled back a little, looking down at her with sad eyes before placing a warm kiss to her lips and brushing her hair back. He looked over at Shay and for a moment looked like the old Kyrian.) Would you brush her hair for her.. she hates when it's tangled.. she would want me to brush it for her.. (He asked Shay, in whom he found an ally. He had been so selfishly shut down that he hadn't brushed her hair, and now he realized that and was asking her as a friend to do that for him since he had to go. He walked over to kiss Shay's cheek, then the top of Chase's head before picking up his cellphone and keys.) Skeeter. Guardian. (He said succinctly to his friends, nodding them both before walking out of the room and down to where the black impala was parked.. he would go home and sit on the end of his bed. Within moments of his thoughts he had broken his silence with God and prayed with every ounce of his being for Haylie - not for his pain, in the selfish manner he might have before - but for Haylie and for his friends.. for Gia, Skeeter, Courtney, Braden, Remy, Shay and Chase.. By the time he was done, tears were running down his cheeks and he had slipped down to kneel on the floor, finding an inner peace that he hadn't felt in an amazingly long amount of time. He crawled up onto the bed in his clothes and shoes and passed out.. overcome by exhaustion and finally able to find enough peace to sleep.)

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inside -- Shay, 13:08:07 06/11/06 Sun
- Inside -- Remy, 14:15:47 06/11/06 Sun