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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 14, 2017 14:18:12 GMT -5
Lyra moved at his urging, more to keep his hand off of her than to actually get what she claimed to have come here for. She moved to her bedroom and went her bedside table. She had left a book there, but it was gone. Mimsy must have put it away.
She sighed as she remembered Mimsy was here. Lyra didn't want to see Mimsy, she didn't want the loving elf to fawn over her as she normally would. Lyra moved quicker in order to attempt to avoid the creature.
She turned toward her bookshelf and tears began again as she was met with the portrait Julian had painted for her. Lyra grabbed a few books at random and rushed from the room.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 14, 2017 16:43:41 GMT -5
Nik quickly followed after a long sigh, mentally cursing Julian's name.
He didn't push. He knew Lyra was a storm of emotions and there was nothing he could say or do to comfort her.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 14, 2017 19:49:59 GMT -5
Lyra came back into the living room and was met by Mimsy who smiled at her in a way similar to how a mother might smile after their young child skinned their knee. "Can Mimsy get you anything, miss?"
Lyra wiped away a few tears from her face as she looked past Mimsy. "Send my clothes and things over to Sam's. I will be staying there," she answered, never looking at the elf. Lyra turned to Nik but knowing he'd likely have something to say about Lyra's decision and not wanting to hear it, she turned away from him as well.
She had nowhere to go that wouldn't make her feel awful. Her heart began to race and she brushed away a few more tears that had fallen.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 15, 2017 2:19:11 GMT -5
Nik wasn't surprised by Lyra's decision, he was half tempted to ask her to stay at his estate, but until his miserable bastard of a father died, he wouldn't wish his company on anyone. He did have a penthouse in London, but it wouldn't do for Lyra to be seen there.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked tentatively, wanting to get her away from the place that caused such distress.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 15, 2017 3:21:45 GMT -5
She looked at Nik as he asked what else she needed. She felt as though she needed everything. If anything was left behind she'd have to come back. And she couldn't bear to come back when she looked to the entryway and saw Julian standing there, looking hopelessly handsome and handing her a bouquet of orchids. But she knew she wouldn't be able to resist coming back when Julian was standing there in the kitchen offering her a spoonful of sauce to taste as he made her dinner and glided around the space as though he owned it. If she brought too many things she'd have no reason to come back.
"I don't know," she admitted, her voice very nearly a whine. She could feel her breathing becoming more shallow, her pulse racing, everything growing louder and silent simultaneously. "Nik!" She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to cope with Julian's wicked plot to make her hurt as she had inadvertently made him, or how to deal with his sudden disappearance. Counting backwards wasn't cutting it this time. She'd nearly died and Julian was gone. What the hell was she supposed to do!
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 15, 2017 3:29:28 GMT -5
He was there suddenly, strong arms and all, wrapped around her tightly. "I've got you." he assured her, "I've got you." he repeated.
"I know it feels like you'll break if you let it all in, so don't. Just focus on one thing, one thing to get you through this moment."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 15, 2017 17:08:09 GMT -5
His arms surrounding her helped to ease the symptoms but the tears continued. It was getting better. She found that Nicolas was a consistent comfort, if he was near she could make it through. He wasn't in and out like Julian had been.
But his consistency made her feel dirty. It was this bond that Julian witnessed that made him decide to leave. This friendship between Nicolas and Lyra was troublesome. It needed to stop, but she couldn't stave off the panic attacks by herself, she wasn't strong enough. When she was alone she hurt herself and with Julian gone and Samantha so frequently busy there would be very few options left for her after they decided the suicide watch was no longer needed. Lyra put her arms around Nik and attemtped to regulate her breathing. For now she would have to ignore the feeling that she was being unfaithful to Julian by letting Nik help her. There was nothing left to be faithful to, anyway.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 15, 2017 19:47:06 GMT -5
He held her as long as she needed him to, it was a temporary solution until she learned to handle her heartache on her own. Once again the startling difference between Lyra and Sam was apparent. He had often wished Sam would lean on him the way Lyra was now leaning on him, but she kept her emotions well hidden and well in control. But holding Lyra as she fell apart was heartbreaking.
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