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SlytherinSistah · 10-30-2013, 05:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Riverlynn

His response cut deep. Deeper then she would have liked considering she had thought him dead and his memory behind her. That was easier said then done though, when you had the flesh and blood man standing in front of her. Very much alive. Syd grimaced and rubbed her hands over her arms.

She could take several tacs in this situation but which would provide her with the most answers? Did she want the answers? Her mind flip flopped between yes and no for what seemed like ages when she finally decided on a course. Her expression of frustration and disbelief were reflected in her voice.

"Then why? If things were so good then why disappear? Why drop off the face of the planet when you finally find someone who understands?"

Maybe she was missing something that he wasn't saying. A piece of the puzzle was missing she could feel it. Her eyes tracked his hand as it diverted from reach for her own and instead landed on her shoulder. Images flashed through her mind and without meaning to she focused on them. Who was she kidding she had meant to. The image of the tea leaves was curious and several possibilities presented themselves but she hadn't the time to devote at the moment so she filed that one away. The next was a borough that she presumed was his home and she likewise filed it away for later.

The last few dozen images were the true attention getters. She recognized the venue immediately and could tell there were several with different clues that told her he had been there for quite sometime. But why? Was he truely dying? Had he been sick? What would have caused him to take an extended stint at St. Mungo's?

It was one of those responses that, although purely emotional in nature, somehow lined up with what would've been logical to do. He did that at times and it made him feel intuitive, and perhaps even seem so to the casual onlooker. It would have been logical for Jasper to do whatever it took to give to Syndil if he wanted a chance, though not a gaurantee, at her trust. Which was something he still believed he had at this point. And it would've been consistent too, with his milquetoast thoughts on this whole thing being his fault and deserving reprimands for the pain he'd inflicted on her. He might lose her either way between Scylla and Charybdis, but she could have closure. And in that way, perhaps he could spare her worry. He could, really could lose her in this matter of the truth. That was, if he hadn't already. But, secretive though he was he did not wish to prolong this unintended deception any longer.

It was 9:34 pm on December 31, 2081. And he was tired of making her pay for it.

"I can't tell you. But I'd be willing to show you." The unspeakable spoke and again offered her touch. At the moment, he just didn't want to let go of her literally or otherwise.

10-30-2013, 05:00 AM	#11 (permalink)
SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by Riverlynn His response cut deep. Deeper then she would have liked considering she had thought him dead and his memory behind her. That was easier said then done though, when you had the flesh and blood man standing in front of her. Very much alive. Syd grimaced and rubbed her hands over her arms. She could take several tacs in this situation but which would provide her with the most answers? Did she want the answers? Her mind flip flopped between yes and no for what seemed like ages when she finally decided on a course. Her expression of frustration and disbelief were reflected in her voice. "Then why? If things were so good then why disappear? Why drop off the face of the planet when you finally find someone who understands?" Maybe she was missing something that he wasn't saying. A piece of the puzzle was missing she could feel it. Her eyes tracked his hand as it diverted from reach for her own and instead landed on her shoulder. Images flashed through her mind and without meaning to she focused on them. Who was she kidding she had meant to. The image of the tea leaves was curious and several possibilities presented themselves but she hadn't the time to devote at the moment so she filed that one away. The next was a borough that she presumed was his home and she likewise filed it away for later. The last few dozen images were the true attention getters. She recognized the venue immediately and could tell there were several with different clues that told her he had been there for quite sometime. But why? Was he truely dying? Had he been sick? What would have caused him to take an extended stint at St. Mungo's? It was one of those responses that, although purely emotional in nature, somehow lined up with what would've been logical to do. He did that at times and it made him feel intuitive, and perhaps even seem so to the casual onlooker. It would have been logical for Jasper to do whatever it took to give to Syndil if he wanted a chance, though not a gaurantee, at her trust. Which was something he still believed he had at this point. And it would've been consistent too, with his milquetoast thoughts on this whole thing being his fault and deserving reprimands for the pain he'd inflicted on her. He might lose her either way between Scylla and Charybdis, but she could have closure. And in that way, perhaps he could spare her worry. He could, really could lose her in this matter of the truth. That was, if he hadn't already. But, secretive though he was he did not wish to prolong this unintended deception any longer. It was 9:34 pm on December 31, 2081. And he was tired of making her pay for it. "I can't tell you. But I'd be willing to show you." The unspeakable spoke and again offered her touch. At the moment, he just didn't want to let go of her literally or otherwise.