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‘What is wrong? What is wrong?’ The words echoed repeatedly and were answered unconsciously. ‘There are many things I could say.’ But he could not. Telling Chel everything was not something he wanted to do right now. Maybe when it was all over, but not now. The feel of her hand was a shock. He didn’t want her touching him. He didn’t want anyone touching him.
“Get your hand off of me!” Lexx jerked away violently, inadvertently swinging his wings out. He didn’t see the left wing hit, but felt it.
“Le-“ Chel had started to pursue Lexx and didn’t even see it coming. Only her cheek made contact with bone. She was knocked down by the softer flap of skin.
Lexx turned quickly hearing the thud and ensuing yelp as Chel hit the floor. His eyes widened and he immediately forgot why he was so angry, now he was overcome with a gripping panic and fear that he had accidentally hurt Chel. ‘I,… I,…’ His mind went blank, then surged in shock, ‘Uh,.. no!! I didn’t mean to hit her. I did not!! I just turned and didn’t think about my wings!’ That was all. He hadn’t meant to do that. Please don’t let her think that he had meant to knock her down. Don’t let her think he had done it on purpose. Right? He hadn’t done it intentionally? Had he?
2 thoughts on “May 05, 2003”
sparkledeath
Lexx, we’ve got a saying here on Earth that I think you could benefit from hearing. When you find yourself knee-deep in excrement? STOP DIGGING!
KM
Oh, don’t do anything to help her Lexx! That would totally ruin the perfect image of a jerk you’ve been working so hard on for the past minute.
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