[ Now you see, now he can articulate to himself what about the last half-hour has felt surreal: You coming to get him at the gazebo and making sure she came along. The food. The booze. Words of compassion and comfort.
You'll be able, perhaps, if you're paying attention; to see how those shoulders of his deflate as he ducks his head; the a crease deepening between his brows as the corners of his mouth turn heavy. ]
I'd... I'd appreciate that. [ He says that quietly, for your ears and his. ] Thank you... Liandrin.
[ He doesn't actually trust himself to speak any louder than he is, given the mess of feelings that's settled in his chest. So you'll probably need to forgive him, if he can't quite look at you. If that gaze of his ends up fixed on the contents of his glass for a lot longer than he intends.
There are a handful of things through which he views the certainty of his universe: the conspiracy his family has given blood, sweat and tears to; the people he considers it an honor to fight beside. His faith that he can leave what is completely out of his hands to a higher power, and the safety and protection of the two people he would gladly burn the world down for.
None of that is working out well this time around.
The next inhale on his part is shaky. And then he's knocking back that glass and pouring himself another shot. ]
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You'll be able, perhaps, if you're paying attention; to see how those shoulders of his deflate as he ducks his head; the a crease deepening between his brows as the corners of his mouth turn heavy. ]
I'd... I'd appreciate that. [ He says that quietly, for your ears and his. ] Thank you... Liandrin.
[ He doesn't actually trust himself to speak any louder than he is, given the mess of feelings that's settled in his chest. So you'll probably need to forgive him, if he can't quite look at you. If that gaze of his ends up fixed on the contents of his glass for a lot longer than he intends.
There are a handful of things through which he views the certainty of his universe: the conspiracy his family has given blood, sweat and tears to; the people he considers it an honor to fight beside. His faith that he can leave what is completely out of his hands to a higher power, and the safety and protection of the two people he would gladly burn the world down for.
None of that is working out well this time around.
The next inhale on his part is shaky. And then he's knocking back that glass and pouring himself another shot. ]