Post by Wolfy on Jan 28, 2012 20:55:00 GMT -8
Sabrina was only waiting for a moment or two before hearing a pained sob come from somewhere. Getting up, she hurried off to find the source. She figured it was Adrasteia – he had just lost a lot, and she couldn’t blame him for being upset over it, while Smile had really lost nothing. In fact, Smile may have gained a thing or two from the horrible ordeal…
So she made her way to Adrasteia’s room, hoping she may provide a little comfort. However, what she saw was horrifyingly different than what she was expecting. Hunched over a vial of some kind, he was laughing to himself, saying something she couldn’t quite make out. She thought she could make out a skull on it.
“Adrasteia, no!” she said, hurrying in. “Drop that!” She ran in, practically skidding to a halt in front of him. “You don’t need to do this! I don’t want to lose you, too!” Forcefully, she grabbed his hands so that she could (at least try) to stop him if he went to take whatever was in that vial.
Not moving her arms, she looked into his eyes and asked plainly, “Why do you want to do this? Surely you have something! I offered you a place to stay and people to be around.” She sighed and looked away, toward the side so she didn’t have to face him. “Look, I’m sorry – it might be fault what happened. I should never have gotten the attention of the mob.”
There was a slight pause. “I’m sorry what happened about Memini, and I’m sorry that I got you dragged into this whole mess when it’s my problem, but I can’t do anything about it. Just please, don’t do this to yourself…”
What else was there to say? Her mind was working furiously to come up with more reasons why he shouldn’t go off on a homicidal rage. But was there anything else? Was her hallow offer really the only thing he had? She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. “I’m sorry, Adrasteia. I really am.” Her argument was really weak, and she hated to leave it at that.
So she made her way to Adrasteia’s room, hoping she may provide a little comfort. However, what she saw was horrifyingly different than what she was expecting. Hunched over a vial of some kind, he was laughing to himself, saying something she couldn’t quite make out. She thought she could make out a skull on it.
“Adrasteia, no!” she said, hurrying in. “Drop that!” She ran in, practically skidding to a halt in front of him. “You don’t need to do this! I don’t want to lose you, too!” Forcefully, she grabbed his hands so that she could (at least try) to stop him if he went to take whatever was in that vial.
Not moving her arms, she looked into his eyes and asked plainly, “Why do you want to do this? Surely you have something! I offered you a place to stay and people to be around.” She sighed and looked away, toward the side so she didn’t have to face him. “Look, I’m sorry – it might be fault what happened. I should never have gotten the attention of the mob.”
There was a slight pause. “I’m sorry what happened about Memini, and I’m sorry that I got you dragged into this whole mess when it’s my problem, but I can’t do anything about it. Just please, don’t do this to yourself…”
What else was there to say? Her mind was working furiously to come up with more reasons why he shouldn’t go off on a homicidal rage. But was there anything else? Was her hallow offer really the only thing he had? She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. “I’m sorry, Adrasteia. I really am.” Her argument was really weak, and she hated to leave it at that.