(You wonder how long you have to wait for yours to be.)
The words... still don't do anything for Siffrin's mood, a quiet scoff at the favor that dragon might've thought he was doing too, and he returns to watching the tree. Pretty, pretty, pretty.
(You want to lunge so badly, find-- some level of hurt that makes Hwylryn regret who he messed with. You're sure you could. But if it didn't work out, and he only thought of it...
Ugh. As love.
Then that would only worsen your mood, anyway. But the memory, still, of how badly your Raha was hurt, how terribly Sariel must've cried--)
Siffrin still doesn't answer, not at first. Only pulls from G'raha a moment to turn bodily towards him, hand reaching up to gently brush where he'd been shot. Tracing the invisible lines of lacerations, memorized, on his face and neck, fingers pressing against fabric as they continue downward to do the same there.
Even gone, he can still see them. Clear as day. Bloody, bruised, stomach churning in disgust and frustration.
(If only you'd been alive. Maybe he wouldn't have been targeted. If only he'd wanted to protect himself. At least then, maybe something better would have come out of this. Rather than Angelo's anger, deserved and justified.
You've been there, after all. Even if you hadn't felt so angry at the time.)
It's about when Siffrin's hand lays where across there'd been a deep gash in G'raha's thigh that he speaks, quiet. ]
I'm mad at you. For not wanting to defend yourself.
[ (Even if-- you think, maybe, that was Raha's way of rejecting Hwylryn.) ]
And... I want to hurt him, so badly. Ayaka and Richard hadn't cared about being resented and unforgiven either. She would've liked to die, which is why I didn't, but I regret not hurting her at least. [ (Raha doesn't like it, when you talk like this. Sound like this. But he'd wanted every piece of you, jagged and not.) ] Hickey, too. For using me as an excuse. I'm still mad at him for that.
[ It still doesn't answer him any, though. Nails scratching softly on his thigh. Not for any reason than they can. ]
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(You wonder how long you have to wait for yours to be.)
The words... still don't do anything for Siffrin's mood, a quiet scoff at the favor that dragon might've thought he was doing too, and he returns to watching the tree. Pretty, pretty, pretty.
(You want to lunge so badly, find-- some level of hurt that makes Hwylryn regret who he messed with. You're sure you could. But if it didn't work out, and he only thought of it...
Ugh. As love.
Then that would only worsen your mood, anyway. But the memory, still, of how badly your Raha was hurt, how terribly Sariel must've cried--)
Siffrin still doesn't answer, not at first. Only pulls from G'raha a moment to turn bodily towards him, hand reaching up to gently brush where he'd been shot. Tracing the invisible lines of lacerations, memorized, on his face and neck, fingers pressing against fabric as they continue downward to do the same there.
Even gone, he can still see them. Clear as day. Bloody, bruised, stomach churning in disgust and frustration.
(If only you'd been alive. Maybe he wouldn't have been targeted. If only he'd wanted to protect himself. At least then, maybe something better would have come out of this. Rather than Angelo's anger, deserved and justified.
You've been there, after all. Even if you hadn't felt so angry at the time.)
It's about when Siffrin's hand lays where across there'd been a deep gash in G'raha's thigh that he speaks, quiet. ]
I'm mad at you. For not wanting to defend yourself.
[ (Even if-- you think, maybe, that was Raha's way of rejecting Hwylryn.) ]
And... I want to hurt him, so badly. Ayaka and Richard hadn't cared about being resented and unforgiven either. She would've liked to die, which is why I didn't, but I regret not hurting her at least. [ (Raha doesn't like it, when you talk like this. Sound like this. But he'd wanted every piece of you, jagged and not.) ] Hickey, too. For using me as an excuse. I'm still mad at him for that.
[ It still doesn't answer him any, though. Nails scratching softly on his thigh. Not for any reason than they can. ]
... I don't know.