The fearlessness, the complete lack of any flair or grandeur, the honesty in the way Nny moved was like an open invitation. 'Here I am, have me for I am yours!'
But, the same honesty in Nny's voice meant the opposite was true.
"No?" Teatime knew how to sound sad. He'd been taught what emotions were supposed to sound like and how he was supposed to act around other people. He knew how to sound - for the most part - as if he was feeling something he had almost no capability of feeling. But, this time, he actually felt what he was saying. Disappointment. Sadness. the anger of having something ultimately enjoyable dangled in front of you and then snatched away before you could reach out to take it. It hurt. Not like a poker-through-the-chest or falling-from-one-reality-to-another-one hurt, but a more... subtle hurt. An undefinable ache.
His brow furrowed and he looked at Nny. "You're sure?"
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Date: 2009-08-26 09:11 am (UTC)But, the same honesty in Nny's voice meant the opposite was true.
"No?" Teatime knew how to sound sad. He'd been taught what emotions were supposed to sound like and how he was supposed to act around other people. He knew how to sound - for the most part - as if he was feeling something he had almost no capability of feeling. But, this time, he actually felt what he was saying. Disappointment. Sadness. the anger of having something ultimately enjoyable dangled in front of you and then snatched away before you could reach out to take it. It hurt. Not like a poker-through-the-chest or falling-from-one-reality-to-another-one hurt, but a more... subtle hurt. An undefinable ache.
His brow furrowed and he looked at Nny. "You're sure?"