Common Vani Nari
Hush, hush Telion. Why would you doubt Ricky? How was it possible to doubt him? Doubting that Ricky will be okay was like doubting the ocean will come to shore. Doubting that the sun will shine for another day. It shouldn't be hard to hold onto faith and believe that the man was alright. But it was.
Gale did his best to push away the doubt. To get rid of the thoughts. But it was hard. Death had been a major part of Gale's life and simply trying to deny it seemed nearly impossible. His hopes had been crushed many times before by it's hand. It was surprising how he had managed to hold fast to that optimistic thought. That one thought. However, the more he thought about those past events, all the possibilities of the situation, the whack that it would leave, the more his grip loosened. The more that that doubt started to spread to him. He sighed loudly in attempts to relax his nerves.
Telion's bursts of sobbing seemed to stop, and not a moment too soon. If she cried anymore, his entire shirt would be soak. Though she did managed to get a good portion of it. Was it weird wearing a tear soaked shirt? Yes. Yes it was. But it was okay, as long as it helped Telion with her stress. And it did, to Gale's relief. She whispered to him a soft thank you, which brought a smile to his own face. Though, that smile seemed to have been sliced off when the words 'Good Person' came up.
Good person his ass! Good people don't lie. Good people don't try to commit suicide. Good people don't murder people in cold blood... Good people weren't him and he wasn't a good person. You had to be a good influence on your friends in order to be a good friend, and he definitely wasn't a good influence. Ricky wasn't the lucky one. Ricky got the lesser end of the deal. Gale was the lucky one. And the worst part was that they didn't even know it... Ricky, please be okay, please be okay.
The Zeltivan looked over his shoulder when footsteps made it to his ear. Telion confirmed that it wasn't just in his head, and even took the initiative to head for her room without him telling her too. Smart lass. Thankfully it was pointless. It was only Hannah, out of breath and looking exhausted. The words that passed her lips made the artist's heart stop in utter shock. Shock fled in a hurry and was replaced by sheer joy as the pale, blood covered hands covered his face. The man's own tears started to fall as he turned around abruptly and squatted down. To the bare ear, the sounds of soft crying would have been the assumed noise coming from him. Although, the reality was he was whispering to himself softly. Repeating the same line over and over.
"Thank the gods."
Gale did his best to push away the doubt. To get rid of the thoughts. But it was hard. Death had been a major part of Gale's life and simply trying to deny it seemed nearly impossible. His hopes had been crushed many times before by it's hand. It was surprising how he had managed to hold fast to that optimistic thought. That one thought. However, the more he thought about those past events, all the possibilities of the situation, the whack that it would leave, the more his grip loosened. The more that that doubt started to spread to him. He sighed loudly in attempts to relax his nerves.
Telion's bursts of sobbing seemed to stop, and not a moment too soon. If she cried anymore, his entire shirt would be soak. Though she did managed to get a good portion of it. Was it weird wearing a tear soaked shirt? Yes. Yes it was. But it was okay, as long as it helped Telion with her stress. And it did, to Gale's relief. She whispered to him a soft thank you, which brought a smile to his own face. Though, that smile seemed to have been sliced off when the words 'Good Person' came up.
Good person his ass! Good people don't lie. Good people don't try to commit suicide. Good people don't murder people in cold blood... Good people weren't him and he wasn't a good person. You had to be a good influence on your friends in order to be a good friend, and he definitely wasn't a good influence. Ricky wasn't the lucky one. Ricky got the lesser end of the deal. Gale was the lucky one. And the worst part was that they didn't even know it... Ricky, please be okay, please be okay.
The Zeltivan looked over his shoulder when footsteps made it to his ear. Telion confirmed that it wasn't just in his head, and even took the initiative to head for her room without him telling her too. Smart lass. Thankfully it was pointless. It was only Hannah, out of breath and looking exhausted. The words that passed her lips made the artist's heart stop in utter shock. Shock fled in a hurry and was replaced by sheer joy as the pale, blood covered hands covered his face. The man's own tears started to fall as he turned around abruptly and squatted down. To the bare ear, the sounds of soft crying would have been the assumed noise coming from him. Although, the reality was he was whispering to himself softly. Repeating the same line over and over.
"Thank the gods."
OOCRicky, if you want to assume that Gale managed to pull himself together and have him go with the girls to visit Ricky then that's fine.
