and the only solution was to stand and fight
He was observant to a fault, and certainly enough to discern that despite his wanting to assist and help, to ease the restlessness careening through his frame, he’d stepped on some pitfall. Wanting to be helpful, useful, when there was not much else for him to accomplish but mourn didn’t mean he could simply demolish his way through. Stepping back, he took the hint, half-tempted to unfurl the flames further, but granted a solemn apology instead. “Sorry. Did not mean any offense.”
Perhaps he’d become so used to being inundated with every task, that when it came to rituals or a place he wasn’t necessary, he wasn’t certain of what to do, incapable of lingering in the stillness. Or being left to his own devices when it came to grief was still an uncomfortable position, and it was easier to delve into action, rather than sit in the laments. That wasn’t her problem – nor did she need to permit him space to occupy himself. “Thank you for your efforts,” he offered instead, beginning his retreat.
Perhaps he’d become so used to being inundated with every task, that when it came to rituals or a place he wasn’t necessary, he wasn’t certain of what to do, incapable of lingering in the stillness. Or being left to his own devices when it came to grief was still an uncomfortable position, and it was easier to delve into action, rather than sit in the laments. That wasn’t her problem – nor did she need to permit him space to occupy himself. “Thank you for your efforts,” he offered instead, beginning his retreat.
DEIMOS
