#misfortunateone

[thecircusfreaks]

The hybrid soon found himself blushing from the question asked to him. Was there something between them? Elijah thought so. Even for the short amount of time him and Tetzu spent together. He kept his eyes upon his cup. "Overthinking? What makes you think that?"

"I'm not sure. We never openly talked about this kind of stuff. So, it's possible that there was nothing and I was overthinking it but I'd like to believe that wasn't the case." Tetzu explained as he kept sitting across the hybrid, noticing how Elijah was avoiding eye contact. It made him a little nervous, scratching the back of his neck. "Did I make this meeting awkward?"

[papilo-alae]

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"I think people focus too much on the negative of themselves. And when they do this, they want others to disagree with them. Fishing for compliments, if I remember correctly. Forget about the insecurity or sounding like an ass for being proud of yourself but, what aspect of your personality if most undervalued? I won't tell anyone. I'm a stranger, remember?"

[delirus-etude]

Taking the handkerchief appreciatively, Nocturne rubs it over her watery eyes, taking in quick, hitched breaths as she tries to remain calm.  Although she is still out in the dark, there is someone with her now, someone who might distract her from it all.  Even one person--one voice, is enough to bring the very edges of her insanity out from her mind.

The offer is irresistable and, smiling sheepishly, Nocturne forces herself to rise off of the cold, hard ground, holding out the handkerchief tentatively.  Normally, she would rather not put someone out like this--but it's a stranger, so what could it hurt?  Right now, she'll do anything to get into the light where she can finally start to think straight.  "...th-thank you miss."  

Stepping on trembling legs, Nocturne follows the girl closely, perhaps to close for comfort, but what does that matter to her now?

"You don’t have to apologize. You did nothing wrong, dear."

She kept her voice low and gentle, covering the shaking female’s hands with both of her own. Nocturne’s hands were cold, she noted, as she gave a little squeeze before slipping her hands away from hers, the smile still on her face. "I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. I won’t ask questions if it makes you uncomfortable. I just hope you’re okay now." She dully noticed the concrete digging into her knee’s as she shifted, reaching into her dress pocket for her small, white handkerchief. Upon pulling it out, she offered it to her. Even under the dim street light, she could still see the flushed cheeks of the girl. Whether from actually crying or the cold, she didn’t know, but it was better to offer it anyways, just in case. "Would you like to accompany me someplace warm? They’res a small coffee shop around the corner that’s open. It’ll be on me—?"

[disheveledprince-blog]

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Azure optics stared at the gathering on the roof; annoyance instantly settling within him. "The roof is no place for a get together." He starts, walking up the steps. "I suggest that you take it elsewhere."