Post by Tamiel on Aug 9, 2014 13:19:24 GMT -6
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logan holloway
word count :: 508 ::
notes :: tam: how do emotion ::
tagged :: Victoria Ashwood ::
outfit :: here ::
mood :: babYYYYY ::
i'm one part saint and two parts sinner
and the last part is still on the line
and the last part is still on the line
logan holloway
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With twitching fingers, Tamiel fixed his gaze on the ceiling. "A little reading and writing... that... That's something that needs work." Slowly processing Tori's priorities, he tried to emphasize what sort of things she'd value. "I mean. You shouldn't feel obligated to take on that role, if you don't enjoy it, and there are many other uses for these skills, but... you at least need writing for shopping lists, so you don't forget anything. You need reading to be able to tell other people which kind you like, in case you have to send someone else out to do it. And books. Books are... a great escape from this world. I think that reading and writing are very important."
There was a small silence, somewhat uncharacteristic for Tamiel, then he continued. "Other things aren't quite so important. You don't absolutely need to know about wars or long division or plate tectonics. It's good to know for conversation... but... what's most important is being able to read, write, and defend yourself." He took a deep breath, finally allowing his sight to return to Tori. "I understand not trusting people. I'm quite flighty myself. I just..."
Something caught in his throat. This was... strange. He stopped, his eyes widening, and then he found the corners of them growing damp. No. No, no, no no no no. This was not supposed to happen to him. He was calm. He was composed. He did not get emotionally involved in situations that did not warrant emotional involvement. This was not allowed. He closed his eyes, swallowing in an attempt to get rid of the growing lump in his throat, and willed his tear ducts to knock it off.
They didn't. Several tears spilled over onto Tamiel's cheeks, and he winced as he felt them leaving their wet trails behind. Quickly, though surely not quickly enough that Tori hadn't noticed, he wiped at his face and dried those few tears that had fallen. He couldn't do this, not now. He needed to be calm and authoritative in his offering of help, not emotional and sappy and whatever else his heart seemed intent on doing at the moment. He took a long, deep breath again, refocusing his mind on the task at hand. "I just want to help you in any way I can. I'm not asking you to trust me immediately--I know that I have to earn that--but... I just want to try to help."
Continuing to process what she'd said, Tamiel finally dwelled on her father. He was a racist, and he doubted that an angel would've settled down with someone like that without trying to change them. He certainly wasn't the angel, which meant... there'd been some unfaithfulness involved. He wanted to know more, wanted to know what had made attempts on her life, but he wouldn't press. Not now. Not today. Not when it seemed like the tears were about to start flowing again.
"Just... give me some indication on how I can help now, and I'll do whatever I can."
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word count :: 508 ::
notes :: tam: how do emotion ::
tagged :: Victoria Ashwood ::
outfit :: here ::
mood :: babYYYYY ::