Weaver of Shadows
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Friends…did she have those? “Ok.”
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“What are we going to do now?” Addison whispered.
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That was amazing Eddie! I think it’s one of my favorite things you’ve written, and that’s saying a lot!
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Having a Bad Day?: Get 'yer Hugs here!!
Weaver of Shadows replied to Curious Anamaximder's topic in General Discussion
I could use some hugs. -
Edgar was hanging in her arms. He didn’t seem to notice any of the conversation. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Jenny was having to carry him because he was useless. She had been hurt protecting him, and him being hurt had made her feel bad. He was the problem, he always was the problem. It would be better for her if you left now. Don’t drag it out.
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Having a Bad Day?: Get 'yer Hugs here!!
Weaver of Shadows replied to Curious Anamaximder's topic in General Discussion
*many hugs* -
How do you imagine your fellow Sharders?
Weaver of Shadows replied to S. Stormy's topic in General Discussion
You should! -
He sighed softly. He was always weak, always needing her help. “You’re welcome.” At least it was her, not someone else. She was a good girlfriend.
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“…yeah.” This would be embarrassing, but not as bad as if he were to faint trying to walk.
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“Maybe?” he grunted through a new wave of pain. “I…” she didn’t want him to lie to her. His face fell. “Probably not.” He was weak.
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His vision started to go black again as he stood and he swayed heavily despite Jenny’s help. He didn’t quite black out though.
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“I can walk, I think. Or hobble.” He gave her Weak smile. Hopefully that would help her feel better. “Can you help me stand?”
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If he can’t do anything, neither can I. Useless again.
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He thought for a moment. “Yeah!”
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“That…might be a stretch.” Sitting down helped his head a little, his vision began returning to normal. “Thanks for helping me, sorry I got hurt again.” He winced at the pain in his leg again.
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He winced as she worked, trying not to show how much it hurt. He had been able ignore it in the heat of the moment but now the pain crashed down on him. His vision started to grow black from the pain.
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“A…couple. In my bag.” His head was spinning, it was getting hard to think.
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Why what? I don’t see a problem with what he said.
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He realizes Aaron’s on the other side of the field.
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“I am too, it’s ok.”
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“I guess.”
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“Hi Lerac.” She didn’t look at either of them. She also didn’t shake his hand.
