His eyes narrowed speculatively – trying to mire that irritation away, lodge it deep into his chest. A history was something to call it; when Deimos had been nothing but supportive to the courier, and Talyson eventually returned the favor by expressing the most abhorrent of lies about Evie – and then making it worse by being an asinine dolt at every turn. The Sword and the Evergreen had remained solid, stoic, and staunch about the entire matter; rising above the rampant stupidity, and Talyson left of his own accord. No doubt the Messenger had somehow twisted the tale, but the Wardens had done nothing wrong, and therefore, he persisted in neither apologizing, nor lamenting the loss. Alys was another matter.
When the answer circumvented through his mind, his features fell, eyes back on the table, deeper rumble instilled. “You are your own person. We would not begrudge you for your choice in partner.” Like his vicious learning curve with Ru – still striving to support, realizing his rancor only mattered to him, even when the outlook was bleak – and achieving the opposite of Talyson. That she’d even think they’d do such a thing made something sink in his ribs; after how hard they’d strived and tried to extend everything out to their vast world.
When the answer circumvented through his mind, his features fell, eyes back on the table, deeper rumble instilled. “You are your own person. We would not begrudge you for your choice in partner.” Like his vicious learning curve with Ru – still striving to support, realizing his rancor only mattered to him, even when the outlook was bleak – and achieving the opposite of Talyson. That she’d even think they’d do such a thing made something sink in his ribs; after how hard they’d strived and tried to extend everything out to their vast world.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
