remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He waited, as he so often did, amidst silence. Curiosity compelled over whether or not the drink was up to standard – inexperience would likely tell him no, but the incantations behind it had hopefully been suitable enough. At the compliment, he nodded, the flash of a smile remaining, instilled in dimples. The statement thereafter caused a following bout of laughter, as if the consideration was entirely absurd. “I think I would be very bored.” The notion of not being in a rank of warrior prowess and distinction had never crossed his mind – the eternal, habitual, residual, inherent blades were in his blood, in his bones, in his ichor, in his very existence. There were always things to fight, to defend, to shield, to protect, to guard – requiring machinations, calculations, and dedication, an adherence to fortitude and perseverance. Sitting amidst a brewery, whiling the day away making other peoples’ drinks, sounded lackluster and stupefying – though no judgment would prevail towards those who sought such occupations. It just wasn’t for him. "I will stick to taking friend's requests."More to the Fae preambles and storylines though, and he shifted back in his chair again, the liquor relaxing, losing the unyielding, unbending aspects to his figure, stretching out long limbs beneath the table. “Oh, we tried on our own. We went in circles.” Frustrating, vexing, and ridiculous; considering their other options, had they been given or snagged at more time. Ianto likely still owed him a favor from years ago. “Delah found us. But so did Arduinna, another Fae, who was willing to let us in.” Another one gone and lost – to sacrifice herself later on the altar of Vi’s roses, on the parallels of the blight, on more and more sicknesses. “Our friends had been put into the pit,” and he nearly laughed again at the way he’d first met Adam, at the bottom of the hole, wondering if he should’ve left him there all along. Maintaining his composure, however, in the lighter aspects, he arched his brow and took another drink. “And sacrificed to the Tulmhainar.”
out for vengeance
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