<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"I punched the wall...I think,"</span>Izu finally replied after a long moment of silence. Alida's frown deepened, but she was happy to see he was finally responding. Suddenly, he reached out and snatched her to his form--his lips slashing across hers. It wasn't rough or demanding like his usual kisses, but rather a kiss of gratitude. Alida returned it without though, glad that Izu was starting to come back to himself.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Thank you,"</span>he whispered as he pulled away.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>"Try and explain this to me again, Alida...but tell me in the living room," </span>Izu instructed, still holding onto Alida's frame. She helped him to the living room, only pausing when particularly rough tremors would run through him.<span style="color: #BF0000"> "You said, I'm feeling you now? I don't think I really understand,"</span>Izu admitted as Alida helped him sit gently on the sofa. Alida was hesitant on sitting on the sofa, despite Izu clearing up the miscommunication about it eating her. She quickly overcame her mild fear as she realized Izu was beginning to feel isolated, sitting down next to him, their thighs touching.<br/><br/>Alida reached out and held Izu's hand delicately, watching him quietly as he wiped the tears from his face.<span style="color: #BF0000"> "Now ain't that fucking embarrassing as hell..."</span>he muttered to himself, clearly ashamed--of what, Alida did not understand. Alida took a breath, then pouted as she tried to figure out the words to use. Izu's language was so complicated, though she had been trying very hard to learn it.<span style="color: #408000">"Izu...Izu claim Alida. Alida now Izu's. Alida feel sad; Alida make Izu sad," </span>she said slowly, clearly stumbling over her words.<span style="color: #408000">"Alida not want Izu sad. Izu feel Alida. Alida not mean to,"</span>she continued. In the best of her ability, she was attempting to tell Izu that because they had sex, Izu had claimed her as his, more or less. Because of this, it had given Izu the ability to feel Alida's emotions sometimes, even when Alida wasn't trying to project her feelings.<span style="color: #408000">"Alida sorry," </span>she said softly once more, looking down at her lap. She was keeping her emotions in check this time around, but it still was a rather sticky situation.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"Izu not want Alida--Alida understand,"</span>Alida tried to reassure him, not wanting him to feel as if he had to accept her as his. Even if they did have a connection, she would go if he wanted her to. She wasn't sure what the distance would do for them, but maybe it would help weaken the connection, and if she found a way home...maybe she could find a way to get rid of the connection all together for Izu's sake. For now, though, she had to figure out a way to help Izu control the spikes in emotion he might get from her.<br/><br/>The idea of Izu wanting her to leave, though, left her feeling a bit empty and she quickly squashed the feeling before it became intense enough to transfer to Izu. She held his hand as she looked back up to him, her eyes full of concern and care for him.<span style="color: #408000">"Alida fix,"</span>she promised once more. It was hard for Alida to see what their connection had done to Izu's person. In her world, connections were meant to be celebrated, to provide a positive and stable foundation for the two who were connected. However, it seemed in Izu's world the connection only wreaked havoc on the people's minds.