tomorrow's shadows (fated_wren) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-07-02 02:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | day eighteen, kyle, kyle and wren, wren |
headaches
Characters: Wren and Kyle
Setting: his room
Wren had been having a great time. She’d gotten to dance with Chester, she’d talked to people, there was dancing, she felt beautiful, and it all seemed like a kind of magical night, all in all. However, when she went to find Kyle to give him a hug and ask him to dance, she couldn’t find him. Which was distressing, because it was Kyle. He should be at this function! So, after searching for a few minutes, she let Chester know where she was going to be, and then she headed to his room, to check there. Knocking, she waited, hoping it wasn’t too late for a dance with him.
After Autumn had left, Kyle had given up on the idea of having a shower. He'd removed his mask and set to work, sketching out the basics of the image in his head on the canvas before him. He hadn't got very far when the knock at the door came. He both hoped it was, and it wasn't, Adam when he pulled it open. "Oh, hi," he said, when he saw that it was Wren. "I had a headache," he offered up, realising she was probably there about his absence.
"Oh." she said, smile fading with the greeting, and the immediate explanation. Also, his costume wasn't in full swing anymore. "Sorry, I suppose you don't wish to dance with me then." she said, disappointed, but if he had a headache, he had a headache. "I had thought we might. But if you aren't feeling well, I understand. Can I get you anything? Do you have aspirin?"
And now he felt guilty. Great. Fucking Adam. He had been looking forward to tonight as well, so much. "Maybe next time?" he suggested, shrugging a shoulder and ignoring her questions. "You look lovely by the way," he added. He was standing a little back inside his room, holding onto the door, positioned in such a way that he didn't have to look out towards the party.
"Sure." she said, dismissing that. Mostly because Kyle seemed to be behaving strangely, here. Even if she couldn't quite put her finger on it, she could tell something was off. Maybe the shrug, maybe not answering her questions, maybe the stance he had. "...please feel free to tell me I'm being very silly," she said. "...but is everything okay?"
Kyle didn't quite meet her eyes as he said, "I just have a headache. I don't feel very well. I've been drinking and I've had too much. Never a good idea." He didn't want to tell her about what had happened with Adam. Their relationship was rocky enough without adding potential complications into the mix.
Wren had been chosen as a child by Brian because she was a naturally intuitive person. That had never changed. So, when Kyle spoke to her, but didn't even make eye contact, she understood that what he was saying wasn't necessarily the truth. In the end, she nodded, but stepped close to him, to make eye contact, hold it, and she reached out to take a hand, and give it a squeeze. She would have liked to hug him, but she was unsure if it would be welcome, considering he was sending her away with what she was assuming were at least partial lies. "I accept that you don't wish to tell me what's happening. I'll just leave you to it, and hope that maybe soon you'll let me know what's happened. You're my friend, I care about you, and if you need space right now, you shall have it." she gave him a nod, really wanting him to know she was there for when he wanted her to be. And not before, if he wasn't able to open up now. She gave his hand one more squeeze. "Just please keep in mind I worry, and would like to know if you are okay or not sometime soon."
His eyes darted up to her at that. "You don't have to worry about me, Wren," he said, frowning a little. "I can deal with things. I'll be fine. But, yeah - I kinda need some space right now," he agreed. He didn't, however, need her pity, or her worry. He was having a bad day, he felt very much betrayed by his best friend, but he would deal with it.
"I would be a pretty poor friend if I didn't." Wren told him. "I didn't say you couldn't deal with things, or anything else. ...I'm just your friend. It's what friends do." she told him. She also stepped back, nodding to him. "I'll talk to you...when you want to." she said. Since if he needed space, she didn't know the protocol on that. When would he not need it? It was likely something she just didn't know how to deal with properly, so she hoped that it would be okay to depart and wait. Then she turned to leave, feeling unsure of herself and thinking perhaps it was time for Chester to take her home.