I'd rather that you didn't. [ get his hopes up, so at least there's that. it offsets like two degrees worth of the ice cold unhappiness he was practically radiating off of him a second ago, so there's that? it's not a lot, but it's something. it should make it immediately more clear that it's not rabbit's fault, really - that she hasn't done anything wrong.
she's trying to help, but there's little to be done. logically, he knows that. logically, he knows this is just another stupid weekly thing, the same way last week he let people into his space, like he let his guard down. he let his guard down. and this place came and stole something from him that's more precious than any belonging he could ever have.
his composure doesn't crack, but he does turn, starting to reach for the door handle again, shoulders setting back firm and tense as he takes in a deep breath. inhale. exhale. it's just temporary. ]
I will just have to find another answer. [ but logically, realistically, he knows there likely isn't one. ]
[ If only one could see into another's heart much easier, but that is also a double edged sword for both the owner of the heart and the viewer.
Wang Wu still watches for a crevice or a piece of something, but can't really glean much beyond what is obvious by his behavior.
She isn't prepared to exam why she wants to do something for him beyond it being what you should do for those under you. It's unfair how he's actually her favorite despite her words and actions. There is almost an itch there of wanting to place her hand on his back, but she won't. She isn't sure how much control she has over the flames and doesn't want to scare him away further. ]
I do hope you find the answers, Temenos. If you can't find your answers, come back to find me.
[ being burned might actually be preferable to having to talk about his feelings.
this is who temenos is. unbreakable - so placid that even the head of the moonshade order commented on his composure. he's only ever cracked it once, but today, he's close. it's taking a lot of his strength to be the cleric, right now, and not to be temenos mistral. not that he feels like he can really be either. not without the pull of his magic, warm and his like an old friend.
he pulls the door open and there's a brief moment where he looks back, at "come back to me", before he shakes it off and turns back. right now, what matters is finding the answers.
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she's trying to help, but there's little to be done. logically, he knows that. logically, he knows this is just another stupid weekly thing, the same way last week he let people into his space, like he let his guard down. he let his guard down. and this place came and stole something from him that's more precious than any belonging he could ever have.
his composure doesn't crack, but he does turn, starting to reach for the door handle again, shoulders setting back firm and tense as he takes in a deep breath. inhale. exhale. it's just temporary. ]
I will just have to find another answer. [ but logically, realistically, he knows there likely isn't one. ]
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Wang Wu still watches for a crevice or a piece of something, but can't really glean much beyond what is obvious by his behavior.
She isn't prepared to exam why she wants to do something for him beyond it being what you should do for those under you. It's unfair how he's actually her favorite despite her words and actions. There is almost an itch there of wanting to place her hand on his back, but she won't. She isn't sure how much control she has over the flames and doesn't want to scare him away further. ]
I do hope you find the answers, Temenos. If you can't find your answers, come back to find me.
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this is who temenos is. unbreakable - so placid that even the head of the moonshade order commented on his composure. he's only ever cracked it once, but today, he's close. it's taking a lot of his strength to be the cleric, right now, and not to be temenos mistral. not that he feels like he can really be either. not without the pull of his magic, warm and his like an old friend.
he pulls the door open and there's a brief moment where he looks back, at "come back to me", before he shakes it off and turns back. right now, what matters is finding the answers.
... and maybe calm down, too. ]
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