// you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start —
Last year is a surprise for the courtesan just as much as it was a surprise for the other man, and for what it’s worth the small smile that blooms on his face only grows a touch brighter about the news only to find out that it didn’t really matter in the end because he hadn’t had a chance to use it. Thinking over the fact they might have broken up rather than anything worse, he pauses at the bell stand to hear the last words drop within the privacy of the cover.
The smile vanishes, his head snapping to Zavien with concern and shock. “Fuckin’ Frey, Zav. That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” He feels a bit at a loss of what else to say, not really one that was great when it came to sympathies or shared sorrows, never knowing what to say or do. But he does reach up to snag Zavien’s shoulder, squeezing it gently before he turns his attention to the bells as he wraps his mind around everything that’s happened. Lena’s death, Stormbreak falling, everything that happened thereafter.
He snags an oil slick bell, etched with fun little designs of flowers onto the sides, nodding a little numbly at hearing that Stormbreak fell. But it’s only when he glances back over at his friend does he hear the follow up sentence, the sheepish smile. “Stumbled into what?” He asks, turning the bell in his hands a couple of times to hear the ring and also to have something to do with his hands as he listens.
The smile vanishes, his head snapping to Zavien with concern and shock. “Fuckin’ Frey, Zav. That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” He feels a bit at a loss of what else to say, not really one that was great when it came to sympathies or shared sorrows, never knowing what to say or do. But he does reach up to snag Zavien’s shoulder, squeezing it gently before he turns his attention to the bells as he wraps his mind around everything that’s happened. Lena’s death, Stormbreak falling, everything that happened thereafter.
He snags an oil slick bell, etched with fun little designs of flowers onto the sides, nodding a little numbly at hearing that Stormbreak fell. But it’s only when he glances back over at his friend does he hear the follow up sentence, the sheepish smile. “Stumbled into what?” He asks, turning the bell in his hands a couple of times to hear the ring and also to have something to do with his hands as he listens.
thorn
— at least pretend you didn't wanna get caught,
we're concentrating on falling apart //
we're concentrating on falling apart //
