27 Apr 2018, 01:18
Weak.
He let himself cuddle up against her, still not caring about Eris or what she thought. She was warm, radiating heat and the joy like she used to. She was recovering, thank whatever god their was. She had built up whatever strength she had.
And yet something nagged at the back of his mind. What really happened?
It was the first time he'd really seen her break up like this. Yes, apparently those princesses in the documentaries weren't true. They had emotions that never showed. But...what could've happened that made her like this? She may have been right that it was a bully, but what sort? Anatole wanted to do what he could for her...at least, what his mind was up for. Certainly, if she had been traumatized this much, she would remember who it was.
But that was a topic for another day. He couldn't bring it back upon her, or else the cycle would repeat. At least, that's one of the few things he had kept in mind from Sebas's class. History repeats itself.
He slid his arm out of her grasp as she whacked her cheeks. Anatole laughed at her, but in a nice way. He was too afraid to offend her once again. "Come on, you silly goose." Boy, he sounded like Patricia. He offered her a hand, wishing to assist the girl in getting up. Quite literally, he would help her get back on her feet.
After that, he would ask the question.
What really did happen...?
And yet something nagged at the back of his mind. What really happened?
It was the first time he'd really seen her break up like this. Yes, apparently those princesses in the documentaries weren't true. They had emotions that never showed. But...what could've happened that made her like this? She may have been right that it was a bully, but what sort? Anatole wanted to do what he could for her...at least, what his mind was up for. Certainly, if she had been traumatized this much, she would remember who it was.
But that was a topic for another day. He couldn't bring it back upon her, or else the cycle would repeat. At least, that's one of the few things he had kept in mind from Sebas's class. History repeats itself.
He slid his arm out of her grasp as she whacked her cheeks. Anatole laughed at her, but in a nice way. He was too afraid to offend her once again. "Come on, you silly goose." Boy, he sounded like Patricia. He offered her a hand, wishing to assist the girl in getting up. Quite literally, he would help her get back on her feet.
After that, he would ask the question.
What really did happen...?
27 Apr 2018, 14:12
Weak.
Rosie nodded slowly and wiped her eyes again, looking up to Anatole with her normal, bright smile. She had recovered, a little bit, but the situation still made her sad to think about. The thought of them pitying her like this made her even more upset, but she realized that: Anatole was her friend. Why wouldn't he want to help her, right? But to be fair, it was Rosie's business.
So as a promise to herself, she swore never to show Anatole she was sad on purpose again.
She grabbed his hand, it was a little shaky but Rosie pulled herself up, almost running into Anatole in the process. "Sorry-" She muttered, patting his chest as she backed up. Rosie's nose wrinkled a bit at the nickname. Silly goose? The name made her laugh, she moved some hair behind her ears and glanced at the girl, then Anatole again, silently asking him where they would go next. Rosie knew eventually she had to tell him what happened, but the last thing she wanted to do is rant about him.
Nobody made Rosie feel so small and insignificant like he did. To this day, Rosie still didn't know his name, she wasn't sure if she wanted to. But, she had heard his name around, since she figured she wasn't the only one who had unfortunately crossed paths with the boy.
Max.
Rosie mumbled his name under her breath, as if repeating it so she knew what it sounded like. She gritted her teeth a bit before turning her attention to Anatole. He was more important than her bitter thoughts, and she ended up smiling a bit when she fully focused on him.
So as a promise to herself, she swore never to show Anatole she was sad on purpose again.
She grabbed his hand, it was a little shaky but Rosie pulled herself up, almost running into Anatole in the process. "Sorry-" She muttered, patting his chest as she backed up. Rosie's nose wrinkled a bit at the nickname. Silly goose? The name made her laugh, she moved some hair behind her ears and glanced at the girl, then Anatole again, silently asking him where they would go next. Rosie knew eventually she had to tell him what happened, but the last thing she wanted to do is rant about him.
Nobody made Rosie feel so small and insignificant like he did. To this day, Rosie still didn't know his name, she wasn't sure if she wanted to. But, she had heard his name around, since she figured she wasn't the only one who had unfortunately crossed paths with the boy.
Max.
Rosie mumbled his name under her breath, as if repeating it so she knew what it sounded like. She gritted her teeth a bit before turning her attention to Anatole. He was more important than her bitter thoughts, and she ended up smiling a bit when she fully focused on him.
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3 May 2018, 03:38
Weak.
I'll try to end it this post with your approval, and then we can discuss what actually happened in another thread, assuming that Weak happened before Spinning.
He took her arm in his as they paraded down the Corridors. Anatole was willing to go above and beyond for his best friend/dance partner/squid-looker-atter buddy, especially after she was sad. Being sad was just...sad. There was no other way to put it. Being down in the dumps was the worst.
Not like Anatole knew what it felt like, though. He wasn't one to cry. He never was one to cry...well, except for a little when Patricia left. That night, he sobbed his eyes out, maybe even crying himself to sleep.
But he recovered easily, rebounding like a rubber ball. He was mentally stable and writing letters to her. That is, as long as he kept faith she would reply.
He stared off into the distance as their pace began to slow. Anatole was thinking for once, about what had happened, what would happen to her...
"Sorry," she had commented, a tinge of that sadness and regret in her voice.
"Hey, no, stop." Anatole gripped her by the shoulders, smiling at the girl. "Don't apologize. That's where I've screwed up. You're great as...you are?" He was too honest, argh. "Trust me, I know from experience."
He kept his shoulder open in case she needed it. He kept his arms wide in case she needed a hug. He kept his feet active in case she ever needed a dance. He was there for her.
Anatole decided to hold off on his curiosity, placing it aside like an antique, to collect dust until it was brought up again. He needed her to be alright before he worried about himself. "Come on. You can tell me about what happened later."
He smiled, turning the corner with her. Maybe she smiled back. Maybe she had stabilized herself and hadn't fallen off that tripwire. Exactly what Anatole wanted. Rosie was no longer weak.
She was mighty.
He took her arm in his as they paraded down the Corridors. Anatole was willing to go above and beyond for his best friend/dance partner/squid-looker-atter buddy, especially after she was sad. Being sad was just...sad. There was no other way to put it. Being down in the dumps was the worst.
Not like Anatole knew what it felt like, though. He wasn't one to cry. He never was one to cry...well, except for a little when Patricia left. That night, he sobbed his eyes out, maybe even crying himself to sleep.
But he recovered easily, rebounding like a rubber ball. He was mentally stable and writing letters to her. That is, as long as he kept faith she would reply.
He stared off into the distance as their pace began to slow. Anatole was thinking for once, about what had happened, what would happen to her...
"Sorry," she had commented, a tinge of that sadness and regret in her voice.
"Hey, no, stop." Anatole gripped her by the shoulders, smiling at the girl. "Don't apologize. That's where I've screwed up. You're great as...you are?" He was too honest, argh. "Trust me, I know from experience."
He kept his shoulder open in case she needed it. He kept his arms wide in case she needed a hug. He kept his feet active in case she ever needed a dance. He was there for her.
Anatole decided to hold off on his curiosity, placing it aside like an antique, to collect dust until it was brought up again. He needed her to be alright before he worried about himself. "Come on. You can tell me about what happened later."
He smiled, turning the corner with her. Maybe she smiled back. Maybe she had stabilized herself and hadn't fallen off that tripwire. Exactly what Anatole wanted. Rosie was no longer weak.
She was mighty.
Anatole leads Rosie out of the Corridors, thus ending the thread.