Just as he was thinking he had been too blunt, she takes his honesty and raises the stakes higher. He blinks wide brown eyes, made nearly yellow in the coloring of the sunrise. Híril tosses her mane slightly, disapproving of his sudden stiffness, and he soothes her with a hand, his eyes still locked on nothing.
"I see I've underestimated you. I apologize, again, for my blundering." His fingers tangle in his horse's mane, gripping on for a moment in a way that clearly doesn't bother the mare, but seems to ground the man somewhat.
"I fear many things, my lady." He has that same soft spoken tone he had when he was being too honest the night before, and his eyes still trained between Híril's ears and not at her give him away all the more. "Unfortunately, honesty is one of those things, no matter how much the other person deserves it. You have every right to be sick of such things, of course." He is not the reprieve she should be seeking. He isn't the company she should be seeking, and they both know this, and yet he allowed himself to invite her, and she showed up, and she continues to suffer him.
He wishes with wild masochism that she would give him the former, right this moment, and spare them both the trouble.
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Date: 2022-06-13 01:48 am (UTC)Just as he was thinking he had been too blunt, she takes his honesty and raises the stakes higher. He blinks wide brown eyes, made nearly yellow in the coloring of the sunrise. Híril tosses her mane slightly, disapproving of his sudden stiffness, and he soothes her with a hand, his eyes still locked on nothing.
"I see I've underestimated you. I apologize, again, for my blundering." His fingers tangle in his horse's mane, gripping on for a moment in a way that clearly doesn't bother the mare, but seems to ground the man somewhat.
"I fear many things, my lady." He has that same soft spoken tone he had when he was being too honest the night before, and his eyes still trained between Híril's ears and not at her give him away all the more. "Unfortunately, honesty is one of those things, no matter how much the other person deserves it. You have every right to be sick of such things, of course." He is not the reprieve she should be seeking. He isn't the company she should be seeking, and they both know this, and yet he allowed himself to invite her, and she showed up, and she continues to suffer him.
He wishes with wild masochism that she would give him the former, right this moment, and spare them both the trouble.