03-01-2022, 02:31 PM
Could you help me push aside all that I have left behind
It dawns on him that this is the first time meeting someone new has disrupted in a rather chaotic manner. If he wasn’t feeling so embarrassed and off, he would find that perspective rather interesting and perhaps amusing. Instead his own face twists into something that mirrors Nemeon’s shock at the way his stomach has betrayed him. It doesn’t cross his mind at all that whatever is currently effecting him has to do with the horrified stallion that is trying so hard to put space between them, despite the mutters of being Cursed right before he had upchucked everywhere.
Feeling rather better now that his gastric contents were no longer rumbling angrily inside of him and spewed on the forest floor, he side steps the mess gingerly and looks at the stone man with a rather helpless and embarrassed smile. He has no idea how to fix this, how to get the train back on the tracks. The winged stallion’s strained words only add confusion to his thoughts and he tries desperately to salvage the situation, taking his warning in a completely different way.
“I swear I won’t get sick on you.” He says uncertainly but finds that the words strengthen a bit at the end as he confirms that yes, he does feel that quiet stillness that comes after nauseous expulsions. “I’m really sorry.” He says earnestly, not trying to come closer to the other who so obviously wants the distance between them and his shoulders sag slightly as mortification swoops back in like a hawk. “That’s never happened before.” He adds quietly, hoping Nemeon wasn’t about to go tell everyone he met that Link had a nasty habit of being sick when having a conversation. “You won’t…”
He hesitates, glancing at the other with humility. “You won’t tell anyone will you?”
Feeling rather better now that his gastric contents were no longer rumbling angrily inside of him and spewed on the forest floor, he side steps the mess gingerly and looks at the stone man with a rather helpless and embarrassed smile. He has no idea how to fix this, how to get the train back on the tracks. The winged stallion’s strained words only add confusion to his thoughts and he tries desperately to salvage the situation, taking his warning in a completely different way.
“I swear I won’t get sick on you.” He says uncertainly but finds that the words strengthen a bit at the end as he confirms that yes, he does feel that quiet stillness that comes after nauseous expulsions. “I’m really sorry.” He says earnestly, not trying to come closer to the other who so obviously wants the distance between them and his shoulders sag slightly as mortification swoops back in like a hawk. “That’s never happened before.” He adds quietly, hoping Nemeon wasn’t about to go tell everyone he met that Link had a nasty habit of being sick when having a conversation. “You won’t…”
He hesitates, glancing at the other with humility. “You won’t tell anyone will you?”
Link
@Nemeon