IC Inbox [The Far Shore]

[tadanokusuriuri]

Oh?

It seems that I'm...

Indisposed.

[A beat, long enough to make one wonder if the phone line has cut off.]

...Leave a message, if you would be so kind.

Comments

/right back at you

[glazedonutholes]

[ The whiplash recoils through the bond hitting Donut like a tank. He gasps when he feels a sharp sting behind his neck cutting in deep as emotions run hot through the bond. He immediately lets go grabbing the back of his neck as his eyes water from both the pain and the utter disgust in that rejection.

It's not like he doesn't know what it means nor is it the first time he's been rejected like this. Normally, he'd let it roll off him but he can't ignore his shinki's emotions, not when they wash over him forbidding him from escaping their accusation. And suddenly, it's like he's back in Iowa where he could clearly see the hate directed at him, and here his own shinki...

He wipes at his eyes. ]

Fine.

[ His shield is suddenly up, the automatic defense unable to tell the difference between an emotional and physical attack. ]

I'll find someone else to sing with.

[ And he's out. Out of the main hall, the temple. Anything to get away from that feeling directed at him - disgust. ]


[ OOC: I love this! Don't be sorry! Gives them some room to grow! XD ]

<3

[tadanokusuriuri]

[Singing?]

[Is that all this was about?]

[Part of him feels relieved to realize that this was a misunderstanding. On the other hand...]

[He stands, taking a step towards his god -- only to find himself blocked by that shield.]

[As if he's a threat.]

[He stands in silence, watching Donut go, feeling a different sort of blank than usual as a single realization dawns on him:]

[He's made a mistake.]