Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140616181010/@comment-3293219-20140617152305

Jaryl gently got up, sliding the Imperial's wedding ring off of her finger and gently lowering her limp hand to the floor as he swivelled around, huncing over the side of the rolling it around in the palm of his hand.

"What do I do?" He whispered, folding his hand up and pressing the ring to his forehead, cringing as he felt his control over his emotions slip. He wanted to bring his hands up to his head and cry out in despair, he wanted to weep, hurt himself...

Hurt Aratius...

The Bosmer gently rose to his feet as he thought about the wizard that did this, be began to look through the hole in Isis' ring, slowly circling it between his thumb and fourthfinger.

"Nothing left..." He whispered, closing his hand around the ring as he shambled over to the bathroom, having to hold onto the door frame as he entered as he was still in shock.

"Nothing... Left... To lose..."