[ The only grace he can give her is silence. His gaze kept forward on flickering candles while she carries on. Not by comforting her sorrow or judging her for it. He isn't quick to agree about his own wedding but it had been long ago and certainly less volatile of circumstances. Though the mention of it brings a sneer to his lips. It's not fair to compare them all, but at that point he's only forsaking petulance for more petulance.
His attention only stirs away again when he can hear her turn and shift out of the corner of his eye. Meeting her gaze and holding it in the absence of any answer there could be to give. The cool stone they've both slumped against leaves a sobering touch as his temple rests against it. She looks flushed, tired, and a little pitiful. Expecting him now to explain himself when in many instances of nights like this he would easily disappear.
Instead of answer, his jaw fixes itself before he looks away again. Back up at the looming skull and rows of sharp teeth. Seemingly neither willing to tell her why he chose here of all places or even acknowledge that he stayed this time. Only because this time he's no longer certain when the next time he'll be back. If he'll ever want to come back.
They've already played that game, he doesn't have any interest in repeating a dance of goodbyes. If he were, he would have tried to find her and steal her away from her marital bed. His chest flutters with a joyless chuckle as he drags the bottle back up from the ground to take another drink.] Nyke gΕntan daor jaelagon naejot tepagon zΘ³hon dΔrΕΓ±e se rigle va skori nyke henujagon.
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His attention only stirs away again when he can hear her turn and shift out of the corner of his eye. Meeting her gaze and holding it in the absence of any answer there could be to give. The cool stone they've both slumped against leaves a sobering touch as his temple rests against it. She looks flushed, tired, and a little pitiful. Expecting him now to explain himself when in many instances of nights like this he would easily disappear.
Instead of answer, his jaw fixes itself before he looks away again. Back up at the looming skull and rows of sharp teeth. Seemingly neither willing to tell her why he chose here of all places or even acknowledge that he stayed this time. Only because this time he's no longer certain when the next time he'll be back. If he'll ever want to come back.
They've already played that game, he doesn't have any interest in repeating a dance of goodbyes. If he were, he would have tried to find her and steal her away from her marital bed. His chest flutters with a joyless chuckle as he drags the bottle back up from the ground to take another drink.] Nyke gΕntan daor jaelagon naejot tepagon zΘ³hon dΔrΕΓ±e se rigle va skori nyke henujagon.