remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The temptation to hide from all the things he’d unfurled, however innocent, ebullient, or ridiculous they were, was evident in his shift, in the reign of discomfort in sharing anything. Information on warfronts and machinations were forthcoming intervals – anything corresponding to emotions, contentment, or overall happiness were often kept locked tight. Why could always be ascertained as moments precious, and some instilled fear, apprehension, they’d all go awry before anything could take place.Because that was how the world worked.
Initially he’d only told her so she wouldn’t feel out of the loop (again – hard pressed to hide his shame when he’d only told her about his and Amalia’s ties during the last LongNight, well after established devotions). His furtive secrets and specious conflagrations were often held close to the chest; habitual, instinctive, to cling to its scabbards and ramparts, rather than let it all hang out in the open. To even proffer this information indicated how much Rexanna meant to him, rather than permitting her to find out in other voids and cycles.
Her gaze pinpointed him to his chair though, and no amount of slithering away would’ve done much good. Instead, he snorted at her initial inquiry. “I suppose. I dressed decently for yours.” Indicating he was capable of trading his working clothes or bloodied shambles for actual well-honed clothing – it just hadn’t been on his radar yet. Her offer though set him at ease, pondering all the other moments he’d assisted in other nuptials; but no need for ring boxes here. “I will let you know,” a smile, a grin, following.
out for vengeance
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