azah demsky takes no shit (strictspeaking) wrote in allswell, @ 2011-06-14 04:19:00 |
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Somehow, Azah didn't think this current idea was making her any less stupid than she'd been as she obsessed in her journal earlier. Maybe it was the fact that what she was currently doing wasn't very logical at all. It was impulsive. It was totally impulsive. It went against the fact that Azah didn't really have one impulsive bone in her body and this when so against her nature. But there she'd been, sitting in her office on the last hour of Dem's Monday night dinner service, not too far from closing for the night, staring at the crossed out words in her journal and wondering why she had to be such a spaz about something that really should have been pretty damn simple, and then worrying if maybe Sana thought she was a awful for not knowing what to do during their last conversation -- and this right now was a very mental mix between wanting to make things clear, and wanting to make what she wanted - or didn't want - known to Sana. That was really the only explanation for her trek through Tinsworth, having Apparated straight from her office. Of course, all that thinking had been all well and fine and good, but it meant diddly squat when she was standing on Sana's porch, pacing back and forth instead of actually knocking because God she was second-guessing herself now, and what if Sana was totally over the very idea of them and wouldn't want to see her and she was being stupid yet again? "That would make a record for the night at least," Azah muttered under her breath as she stared at the door. Why couldn't it, by wish alone, open and have Sana magically appear? Just to make her life easier for that once second before she was actually expected to talk. Considering Azah wasn't that lucky, however, she stared at the door for another five minutes, before impatience got the best of her and she knocked quickly. Biting her lip, Azah took a step back and wondered if maybe it wouldn't be too late to run back to Cardiff even still. |