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Feb 14, 2015 04:32PM
Automatically, without thinking he pulled her against his chest, kissing the top of her head, "My Tylia." he whispered softly.
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Tylia kept sobbing, her frail body shaking and shivering. ((I'm sorry for the short response. My boyfriend broke up with me last night and I'm not really in the mood to roleplay, but our roleplay is my favorite and I wanted to respond.))
((Don't worry and aww I'm giving you a comforting air hug right now))He kept her close to him, his hands squeezing softly every now and then.
((Thanks... :) ))Tylia soon reached around Dougie and began to cling to him. She was silent save for her crying.
Dougie lifted her up, carrying her to the bed and gently placed her down before moving to his side. He slipped under the covers, pulling Tylia in close.
Tylia curled against Dougie, fitting against him like clockwork. She was still crying, but the sniffles were starting to be silenced.
He never moved as he held her tight. "I hurt you. This whole time I've been hurting you." he whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry,"
"You didn't remember..." She whispered through her sobs, nestling her head in the crook of his neck.
"I know, but I felt it." he said softly, kissing her head again, "It's coming back in flashes."
"Don't leave..." She begged. "Don't leave, please..."
"I won't" he said and cuddled her in closer, "I promise."
Tylia kept crying, softly and silently. She clung to Dougie, her face buried in his chest and her arms wrapped around his neck.
He held her and kissed her and whispered sweet nothing into Tylia's ear, keeping her calm and at peace.
Soon Tylia fell asleep, relaxing in Dougie's arms and cuddling against him sleepily.
He waited until she wa sleeping before letting his own eyes fall shut, his hands securing her.
In the morning, Locke came knocking on the door, frantically. He had come to fetch his sister and couldn't find her anywhere, and was hoping Dougie would know where Tylia was.
((Sorry :/ ))Dougie groaned when he heard a knock at his door. Looking down he smiled at Tylia before wriggling out from under her and opening the door.
((I stayed up too late last night. *stumbles around meowing, collapses and falls asleep*))Tylia curled up, making a whimper of protest when she felt Dougie leave her. Locke knocked on the door again, almost pacing.
((Aww, *picks kitty up and cuddles*))Opening the door he saw Luke? Lock? "Locke." he whispered as if he'd just figured something out.
((*cuddles sleepily*))"Your majesty, have you seen Tylia?" He asked worriedly, wringing his hands. He couldn't see her, curled up on the bed.
((There, there))Dougie nodded sleepily and moved away to let him see her sleeping peacefully. "I remember." he whispers like a child telling a secret. "Tylia and me. I remember."
((Mrew... *yawns and cuddles more*))Locke let out a breath of relief, more for finding Tylia than Dougie remembering. "Thank goodness... I had thought she... She had done something to herself."
Dougie raised his eyebrow, suddenly wide awake, "what do you mean?"
"I found... I found a half written letter..." Locke winced as he thought of it. "She said she was going to... To..."
Dougie didn't need him to finish for him to understand. "Tylia." he whispered as he walked towards the bed.
Tylia made a soft sound, rolling over and curling into a tighter ball at Dougie's voice. She looked so peaceful and content, not at all like she had the night before.
He didn't say another word as he ran his hand through her hair, "Ill talk to her when she wakes."
Tylia mumbled something, relaxing at Dougie's touch.
He stroked her hair softly and kissed her forehead before moving back to Locke. "Did she if it was because of me?"
Locke refused to meet Dougie's eyes, looking pained. Tylia shifted closer to Dougie's warmth, mumbling something again.
"Locke?" Dougie knew it but he wanted to hear it.
"Yes..." He whispered, his voice breaking. Tylia mumbled Dougie's name, beginning to wake without his warmth next to her.
Dougie clenched his jaw and tensed when she woke. "Tylia?" he said softly, his hand in her hair.
Locke quickly left, not wanting to get involved. Tylia opened her eyes tiredly and kept them open long enough to find Dougie and wrap her arms around him. "Mm...?" She mumbled in response.
He moved slowly, climbing into the bed, "Why'd you write the note?" he asked as his arms held her close hoping to make her feel safe.
Tylia whimpered softly, tears filling her eyes at the mention of it. She began to cry again, burying her face in his chest and shaking her head.
"Tylia, please." he begged softly, "Talk to me." Dougie was worried, more than he would like to admit, "Please."
"I couldn't... Couldn't... Be without... Without you... And you... You... You had found someone... Someone else already... You didn't... Didn't need me..." She forced out through her crying, now clinging to Dougie.
Dougie's eyes widened, "Someone else?" he asked confused as he sat up and stared at her, "What do you mean I found someone else?"
"The girl... In the hallway..." Tylia suddenly tugged away at the memory, burying her face in the pillows.
It hit him with her words, "I was pushing her away." he whispered and kissed the top of her head, "Te girls were only there to get your attention. I felt I had to get your attention in some way,"
Tylia turned and clung to Dougie again, now crying softly. She looked up at him, sniffling.
He brought her in close, kissing the top of her head, "I could have lost you and it would have been my own fault." ((Calm it kitty *Pokes kitty's nose*))
"No... It wouldn't..." Tylia protests weakly, cling ing to Dougie. ((*coughs sadly* I got sick...))
He held her close to his chest, "lets forget about it okay?" he offered, "Forget the letter, those women, my memory loss - forget it all."((*tries not to look sympathetic, but is failing* What's wrong?))
Tylia sniffles and nods, shivering. ((*coughs again* I have a sore throat))
((*gives up completely* Aww poor kitty! *Pats head softly*))He kisses her head again, beofre lowering himself to the bed.
((*whimpers*))Tylia watches Dougie with her gentle eyes, leaning forward and brushing a kiss against his lips.
