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𝕽𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 ([personal profile] valonqri) wrote in [personal profile] halfyeared 2022-10-20 02:22 am (UTC)

[ There is no lesson. No pre-equipped droll of aloofness that he tends to muster up even in the worst of situations. Ready to launch even at the risk of a dagger to his neck. No danger, no consequences. He plays with everyone and everything, it's in his nature to remain untouchable. at the arm's length of a blade. He acts unburdened by the words of court, of anyone, of his brother. And yet here he has nothing.

He can't even look at her.

His head remains hanging from where she'd pulled back, hair flopped over one of his eyes. Maybe he could try and spurn doubt hin her, push her away, but he can't deny what she said. At the instance she says it he even what's left of her on his lips. Allowing her fingers to twine with his a moment but the touch finally spurns him into action. He only scoffs bitterly instead of say what he might want to say, what he knows is true. It's not something he can explain or for her to understand. She's a woman grown, but she's still a girl in many ways. Her desire is just desire, meant to be left at that.

In one motion he pulls himself away, back onto his feet where the cool air of the room hits his face. Finally parted away from her enough to feel it. It disorients him as he tries to keep his cool, soothing a hand through his hair to push it away from his eyes.]


I have to go. [ he says at last, tone cold as turns away. Sorting out the damage shed done upending his shirt from his trousers. ]

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