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Post by Ember on Aug 19, 2009 1:25:00 GMT -5
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Ironclad
Corsairs
Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Aug 20, 2009 23:27:42 GMT -5
His hand stopped stroking her soft stomach and Mason's brow furrowed slightly, first in slight confusion and then a feeling of guilt swept him. "God Damnit. I didn't even think of that." He brought a palm up to his forehead, seriously pissed at himself. "I didn't think that it would be hard for her to come home. She never talks about it, the only thing I knew was that she was in the racing scene, and I guessed that when I saw her bike and her helmet. She never talks about anything from her past, and I respect that-" Mason cut himself off and let out a loud sigh, rolling over on his back, really pissed at himself.
After a moment he spoke again, "She never talks and I don't ask. The one time I shoulda asked, and I didn't." His hand balled into a fist in his hair, and he let out another breath. "I been missing way more than I'm liking lately. I used to pick up on stuff easily, and I haven't been focusing at all lately. I missed how seriously bad Brock was getting, didn't think he'd ever hit anyone in front of me, let alone my team member. I completely missed how much I was neglecting you till the other night, and I totally missed that there was anything going on with Aideen and Logan, and looking at the way they are with each other I musta been totally out of it," Mason said with a shake of his head and brought his arm back on the bed with a slight THUMP[/i]. It was driving him crazy that he didn't pick up on all these things like he normally would have. He had always been very perceptive of the things going on around him. Growing up the way he did, it was a key instinct to survival to always stay focused and pick up on things that others normally wouldn't. Lately though with all the things going on, he lost his focus.
"I think I needed to get away to at least get my head straight. I did it a lot more several months ago, but I don't like to leave ya behind Doll." Snaking an arm out, he turned over back in his original position. "We'll get her something tomorrow, something that would show that I owe her big time and that she's a good friend," he said, still pissed at himself and trying to cool down. "Thanks for catching this stuff Trace, this weekend is something we both need. You can use a break too." Mason leaned over, pressing his lips to her cool brow. "We should get some sleep Doll."
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