| Subject: ~Computers hate me~ |
Author:
Sumayah
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Date Posted: 6:15pm 04/12/05 Tue
In reply to:
Vance
's message, ".:The New Guy:." on 3:46pm 04/11/05 Mon
*She for the most part remained still, the only movement being the shifting of her body so the wing not draped across her legs can pull across her form, her body hidden by the dark mix of feathers, her own personal down blanket. Frame slinking slightly down into the couch, another yawn being held back, not her fault her body was still on the German time Zone. Her head only turning towards him slowly, keeping any surprise his words brought hidden with perfect ease. She had no idea how to take what he said, she never knew how to take any form of ‘complements’. She was used to put downs, and almost always had the urge to correct what was said about her, negate it. Head lowering again, no sound coming from her for a long time. She was interested in him, maybe even attracted, but she was also afraid. He was still a male, still a stranger. And her mind kept that doubt there, maybe to protect her. It seemed to know that if she did put her complete trust in him, and it ended up failing some how, and she got hurt, she be shattered completely. It was trying to protect her, it always has. Breathe being taken in, her tongue moving over her dry lips, the protest of ‘I’m not very interesting’ dying on her tongue. It was unflattering to constantly put yourself down, and it got annoying to people.*
“I…”
*her words faded for a moment, her form slinking even more into herself, and under the wings. The position making her appear tiny, which wasn’t hard considering she was a mere 5ft… gaze remaining locked on the ground, her hair veiling her face, the slight heat that had rose in them as she stumbled over her words. Once more sure she made herself look like a fool… the words just sounded so wrong from her. So stupid, and immature even… then again in her mind everything she did made her look stupid and immature. She felt like a child half the time, still afraid of her own shadow. Her hand lightly gripped at her ankle, fingers playing with the feathers that laid there, the wing hiding the motions that were in their own way claming to her*
“I like you…too”
*ahh she got the words out, and see they did sound childish. But she couldn’t think of any better response, how did one respond to that? Or was the question more how did one like her respond to that?... someone who was still saw herself as nothing more then property*
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