The Knight already asked if he was alright. Fine, he'd answered.
They tamp down frustration. He's been tied up in a complicated situation. They've been dealing with complicated feelings even before their sibling's sudden appearance. Holding it against Lemm would be painfully hypocritical.
Their head angles back over their shoulder, at the window. The curtains. The courtesy--or the panic--that likely inspired their presence.
They turn back and dip their head in partial understanding.
In truth, I can't tell you what they may have thought of your chatter, but I believe they aren't used to responding to anyone at all. They rarely have to me. It's probably not personal, is what they're saying. Unless it's personal against them both, which would be odd. (They'd prefer to get annoyance back than the usual wall of nothing.) Or to your voice. But you didn't do it again I bet. and they don't need more wounds.
The Knight shifts over, paw uncertainly hovering above his elbow a moment before lightly tapping it.
I'm not disappointed, they offer. Did they give the impression they expected him to find a solution to their problems? Chunks of time before they left are blurry. All this is new. And don't worry about Hornet. She's
A pause. They're not sure how to talk about her. Cold and dutiful. Lonely and still alive. Pitied and killed her siblings, taking care of one after believing them barely more than an cursed, empty shell for so long.
The first person in the ruins to kill them multiple times in a row.
They discard all of these and aim for something a little more lighthearted.
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Date: 2023-02-13 08:24 am (UTC)They tamp down frustration. He's been tied up in a complicated situation. They've been dealing with complicated feelings even before their sibling's sudden appearance. Holding it against Lemm would be painfully hypocritical.
Their head angles back over their shoulder, at the window. The curtains. The courtesy--or the panic--that likely inspired their presence.
They turn back and dip their head in partial understanding.
In truth, I can't tell you what they may have thought of your chatter, but I believe they aren't used to responding to anyone at all. They rarely have to me. It's probably not personal, is what they're saying. Unless it's personal against them both, which would be odd. (They'd prefer to get annoyance back than the usual wall of nothing.) Or to your voice. But you didn't do it again I bet. and they don't need more wounds.
The Knight shifts over, paw uncertainly hovering above his elbow a moment before lightly tapping it.
I'm not disappointed, they offer. Did they give the impression they expected him to find a solution to their problems? Chunks of time before they left are blurry. All this is new.
And don't worry about Hornet. She's
A pause. They're not sure how to talk about her. Cold and dutiful. Lonely and still alive. Pitied and killed her siblings, taking care of one after believing them barely more than an cursed, empty shell for so long.
The first person in the ruins to kill them multiple times in a row.
They discard all of these and aim for something a little more lighthearted.
I have difficult siblings.