(From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/211721.html?thread=14872841#t14874633))
Feeling completely miserable and rather self pitying, Valyn decided that at the very least, Shana would offer him sympathy. And if he 'dropped' his writing instrument, maybe she wouldn't talk. He could handle her staring at him. At least it would be positive attention.
Grumbling under his breath in a hoarse, rasping tone, the elven lord attempted to move his wheeled chair over. Without running anyone over or bumping into anything.
He made it close enough. And probably looked even more haggard than when he'd begun. Fine. Good, even. Let Max see what a poor, pathetic state she'd left him in.
"Shana!" he called out, wincing when he heard his own damage-roughened throat. He waved at her with his good hand. "Some help?"
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Feeling completely miserable and rather self pitying, Valyn decided that at the very least, Shana would offer him sympathy. And if he 'dropped' his writing instrument, maybe she wouldn't talk. He could handle her staring at him. At least it would be positive attention.
Grumbling under his breath in a hoarse, rasping tone, the elven lord attempted to move his wheeled chair over. Without running anyone over or bumping into anything.
He made it close enough. And probably looked even more haggard than when he'd begun. Fine. Good, even. Let Max see what a poor, pathetic state she'd left him in.
"Shana!" he called out, wincing when he heard his own damage-roughened throat. He waved at her with his good hand. "Some help?"