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"I apologized...and he just seemed mad, not inherently 'upset'."

2016-01-04 23:31:01

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"Sometimes an apology doesn't make it all better."

2016-01-04 23:32:21

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"Then I don't understand what else I'm supposed to do."

2016-01-04 23:33:29

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"I can't tell you what to do, you have to make it up to him in your own way."

2016-01-04 23:35:53

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"...my own...he did not like either me or my skill set even before this."

2016-01-04 23:36:19

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"Well then it looks like you have your work cut out for you."

2016-01-04 23:38:01

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"He also isn't someone I inherently find value in as a friend, so if it takes this much effort for very little return, then I don't see the point."

2016-01-04 23:39:29

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"I don't know what else to tell you then." Now she shoved paints inside.

2016-01-04 23:40:10

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"...why do /you/ like him so much? He was never particularly nice to you either."

2016-01-04 23:41:26

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"...." She thought about this question for a few moments. "I've forgiven him for all that he's done and found out I could trust him."

2016-01-04 23:43:58

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"Do you love him?"

2016-01-04 23:44:46

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"Mhmm. Platonically, but still love."

2016-01-04 23:50:16

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"Platonically. ...how do you know the difference?"

2016-01-04 23:52:08

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"Platonic is loving your best friend and romantic love is loving your significant other."

2016-01-04 23:53:10

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He frowned. "But you're dating Seculus /and/ Ren."

2016-01-04 23:54:13

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"There's nothing wrong with loving more than one person."

2016-01-04 23:54:38

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"I mean, they're your best friends and significant others."

2016-01-04 23:55:31

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"You can fall for your best friend. Oh boy, you can fall for them hard. It doesn't change the fact that they're your best friend. In fact, the best relationships are usually with your best friend. It saves the awkwardness of finding out what they like and don't like."

2016-01-04 23:58:06

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He thought about this. Someone could be...both? "...how do you know you've fallen for someone?"

2016-01-05 00:01:49

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She paused for a moment, and thought over this question as well. "You realize that pulling away from them would be far more painful than dying."

2016-01-05 00:05:09

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"In a metaphorical sense? You pull away from Seculus fairly often and don't cry because of it. I think."

2016-01-05 00:06:49

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"I don't ever want to, though. But I have to."

2016-01-05 00:11:37

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So.... He never looked forward to leaving Rayne. Did he dread it that much? ....maybe.... This was silly to think about. It wasn't like.... He stared off into space, trying to figure this out.

2016-01-05 00:18:48

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"Don't think too hard about this. I'm far more idealistic about this than most people." She finished packing and exited the room.

2016-01-05 00:20:01

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Am I depressed? ....Seculus seems to think so. Not majorly, but.... He asked me to tell him the whole story, from the start, since he hadn't seen me on the astral plane. He waited until after I was finished to bring it up, but I could tell from the second I mentioned it that he was curious about my wings being given back. I don't see the point. They're stuck in my back anyways. What an amazing 'reward'. He seemed to think that getting them out might help with my confidence. Right, like looking like even more of a freak would make me more willing to flaunt it. But since I could always put them away again, I figured, no harm in it if it makes him happy. He made me take my shirt off so it wouldn't tear, and if I succeeded today he promised to help cut holes in some of my clothes. It took three hours and a lot of arching my back, to the point where it was cramping up, but I had nothing better to do. It actually got my mind off things. Then, on the one-hundredth, thirty-fifth try -- I'm kidding, why would I keep track -- I felt them tear through the skin on my shoulder blades. I winced instinctively, but it didn't actually hurt. In fact, it felt as if a sort of pressure was being released. I reached back and touched them, just to make /sure/ they weren't wood. No, definitely feathers. That's...good. I looked over at Seculus. He was staring at them open-mouthed. "What? Are they broken? Bleeding? Glowing purple?" "....no, they're....you.....said Sarandiel gave you 'special' wings, right? This isn't just...?" "Yes, that's what they claimed anyway. .....it's something weird, isn't it." "No. Not at all. ....go look." I frowned slightly and stood up, stretching and almost falling over. I'd gotten used to going without that sort of weight. They're a bit bigger than Seculus's, at least from what I remember, but I didn't use them much, so the images are fuzzy. There's also the complete lack of mirror access I had. I went to the bathroom, folding my wings to squeeze through the doorway, and my eyes shut until I could place myself in front of the mirror and spread my wings out to get a good look at all the damage at once.

I opened my eyes and gasped.

I had to show Ivory. I had to show her /now/. I ran back out into the living room, had Seculus show me how to hide them again, as much as I didn't want to, and hurriedly cut some holes in an old tee shirt. Then I ran all the way to her new house. I shouldn't risk flying yet, I barely knew how. I took a five-minute break outside the door, panting, before I finally knocked.

2016-01-05 00:52:24