pretty bird (wide_eyed) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-09-22 22:41:00 |
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It had been a wonderful morning, Silas couldn't deny that it wasn't, but now she was having a hard time focusing on that simple fact. She felt immensely guilty about it as well; she had missed Eleanor more than words could say, and having her with her--no other company, the ability to talk completely open and honestly--it was a dream come true. Only, people were really hurt and Tavish wasn't answering anyone. They were hardly better then strangers, but she had been living with him for almost a month... She felt silly, but she was worried. Not just because of the obvious unsentimental reasons; if he died she would have to be re-paired off, and would she have to go back to Azkaban again when that happened, would she never get to see this place again, would she get to see Terence and El and Rose again? Those things were added worries when they should have been priority. She fancied him, as embarrassing as it was, and she didn't want anything to have happened to him. Giving a little puff of a sigh she leaned her head on Eleanor's shoulder and slide an arm through hers. "Forgive me?" Silas said quietly, looking up at her best mate through the fringe of her hair. |