Post by caladwen on May 6, 2008 23:26:24 GMT -5
235. Theirs
CR-verse
The only time Mishka acknowledged that there had ever been anything between herself and Beowulf is when she passed him, alone, in a hallway or outside. Then, most times, she would hang her head or look away, perhaps alter her course if he was in her way.
When she was with someone else and this happened, she wouldn't be so... ashamed? That wasn't the word. She wasn't the one that had to be ashamed. She wasn't the one that ruined something that apparently was already on the road to ruin.
No, not ashamed.
Shy? There was no reason for her to be shy, either. Closed-off, maybe that suit the situation better.
But it was different when she was with Kami. When Mishka was walking with Kami and they crossed Beowulf's path, he seemed to draw her eyes. She watched him from underneath her eyelashes as one would watch an enemy, surveying every move in hopes that it is one that can be used against him.
There isn't any explanation for this, but Mishka hoped like hell that Kami doesn't see her doing it. She wondered if, in pure Kami fashion, she does and just doesn't say anything.
But it wasn't Kami's battle, and if anyone should understand why she did this, it would be Kami. It was their battle, hers and Beowulf's, and it would have to be fought eventually. People just couldn't live like this forever, couldn't stay stoic and silent and all too strong.
Mishka didn't know when it would come down to it, but she was willing to bet that when it did, when this nasty thing that hung over them finally decided to break, she wouldn't be ready for it. Her loathing of him had built walls, walls she hid behind. She wasn't ready to be open and raw and feeling again.
But she would have to be, wouldn't she?
CR-verse
The only time Mishka acknowledged that there had ever been anything between herself and Beowulf is when she passed him, alone, in a hallway or outside. Then, most times, she would hang her head or look away, perhaps alter her course if he was in her way.
When she was with someone else and this happened, she wouldn't be so... ashamed? That wasn't the word. She wasn't the one that had to be ashamed. She wasn't the one that ruined something that apparently was already on the road to ruin.
No, not ashamed.
Shy? There was no reason for her to be shy, either. Closed-off, maybe that suit the situation better.
But it was different when she was with Kami. When Mishka was walking with Kami and they crossed Beowulf's path, he seemed to draw her eyes. She watched him from underneath her eyelashes as one would watch an enemy, surveying every move in hopes that it is one that can be used against him.
There isn't any explanation for this, but Mishka hoped like hell that Kami doesn't see her doing it. She wondered if, in pure Kami fashion, she does and just doesn't say anything.
But it wasn't Kami's battle, and if anyone should understand why she did this, it would be Kami. It was their battle, hers and Beowulf's, and it would have to be fought eventually. People just couldn't live like this forever, couldn't stay stoic and silent and all too strong.
Mishka didn't know when it would come down to it, but she was willing to bet that when it did, when this nasty thing that hung over them finally decided to break, she wouldn't be ready for it. Her loathing of him had built walls, walls she hid behind. She wasn't ready to be open and raw and feeling again.
But she would have to be, wouldn't she?
