Cinema Theory (Tagging Amelia)

[westfallcorndog]

 After February's movie night, a 'definitive Earth romance' of dubious quality, Amelia had left in a hurry. And her leaving wasn't close to the start of it. She'd been strange throughout the entire experience, and when she finally did escape she was out with a shout and off like a flash. Harrow had hardly had the time to say goodbye before she was out of earshot. And, come to think of it, though he didn't know her well he was sure he hadn't seen her in a very long time. Partly curious and partly worried, he decides to text her.

[Amelia are you okay? You left fast. Do you want help getting home?]

Hopefully she responds quickly, or he's going to have to go hunting for her. There's always something a little too exciting about chasing down breathers, and he greatly prefers they come to him or meet by happy coincidence, but he's not above doing it this time. After all, she might be in need of some serious assistance. 

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[rogueinladysclothing]

A silence settles between them as Amelia fights to get a better hold on herself. Her voice is soft when she finally speaks again. "Can you just... go? I'll call you after I get Viatorus to agree to the party so we can plan that."

She doesn't look up at him, despite the fact that he's trying to get closer to her level. This is a whole new level of 'nope' for her and she'd rather be left alone to deal with it.

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow presses his lips together into a thin line that quickly cracks and becomes a frown. For a second there it hurts to be told to leave like that, but before he has a chance to open his mouth his mind catches up with his emotions. It really has been a hard day for Amelia. Romantic troubles, losing her world, a strange and sad film, and now all of this. And he hadn't been able to comfort her through any of it.

Though he knows she isn't looking at him, he nods. He nods, and he stands, and he begins to back away. His only goodbye is a softly-spoken "Good luck, Amelia..."