Post by Kezaa (retired) on Oct 19, 2005 23:31:24 GMT
(OOC) I appologize for my last two sh*tty posts. I haven't given you really anything to work with. And did Gavin die on us again or something? o.o
(BIC) After asking of Hikalyn's health, Kez found himself to be surpassingly energetic. He outstretched his leg and leaned down against it, careful to keep it perfectly straight as he used his arm to constrict around it and stretch it further up, as if preparing for a workout of sorts. He froze though, detecting a faint hint of vulernability in her brief words. He couldn't really tell if it was the slightly shakey inflection in her words, or the brief grimace of memorative pain that preceded them. Whatever the cause, the blonde found it slightly odd that she would be surprised to hear someone ask a relatively normal inquiry of concern.
Afterall, it was Hikalyn that bled for him. Not some mere stranger, not a Head Auror without a face or care or heart. She could very well have died, especially if she wasn't blessed with such a sharp magic prowness. And Kez could have died as well.
Letting his leg bend and retract down to the ground, Kez turned around and knealt next to Hikalyn. Staring deep in those amythst pools, he could tell that the wound had pierced much deeper than she wished to let on. And it was his fault. Hikalyn got needlessly injured on account of a life as worthless as his. His eyes swirled with a vain appology that he strained to convey through his lips, but to little avail. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her, knowing that another wet body would not help her get any drier. His arms stretched down around her shoulders, and met at the small of her back.
I'm so sorry.
"Hikalyn, I know its your job to deal with messes like these. All the same though, this is not something I believe you have had experience with." saying this, he finally let go and rose to his feet, glancing off inquisitively in the now still waters of the lake.
"If I know this guy as well as I think I do, then I can guarentee he's a certefied and card-carrying psychopath. He's like me, except....not."
(BIC) After asking of Hikalyn's health, Kez found himself to be surpassingly energetic. He outstretched his leg and leaned down against it, careful to keep it perfectly straight as he used his arm to constrict around it and stretch it further up, as if preparing for a workout of sorts. He froze though, detecting a faint hint of vulernability in her brief words. He couldn't really tell if it was the slightly shakey inflection in her words, or the brief grimace of memorative pain that preceded them. Whatever the cause, the blonde found it slightly odd that she would be surprised to hear someone ask a relatively normal inquiry of concern.
Afterall, it was Hikalyn that bled for him. Not some mere stranger, not a Head Auror without a face or care or heart. She could very well have died, especially if she wasn't blessed with such a sharp magic prowness. And Kez could have died as well.
Letting his leg bend and retract down to the ground, Kez turned around and knealt next to Hikalyn. Staring deep in those amythst pools, he could tell that the wound had pierced much deeper than she wished to let on. And it was his fault. Hikalyn got needlessly injured on account of a life as worthless as his. His eyes swirled with a vain appology that he strained to convey through his lips, but to little avail. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her, knowing that another wet body would not help her get any drier. His arms stretched down around her shoulders, and met at the small of her back.
I'm so sorry.
"Hikalyn, I know its your job to deal with messes like these. All the same though, this is not something I believe you have had experience with." saying this, he finally let go and rose to his feet, glancing off inquisitively in the now still waters of the lake.
"If I know this guy as well as I think I do, then I can guarentee he's a certefied and card-carrying psychopath. He's like me, except....not."