10-26-2018, 03:59 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
Quiet, he needs a bit of quiet.
Breckin doesn’t like all of his idiocy any more lately - he thinks she’s stressed about the kingdom’s relations, with Loess most likely, or Tephra. She might be secretly pissed at the whole Klaudius ordeal. Or with the fact that he bit her in the heat of the moment. Either way, every time he wants to ask what’s wrong, there is a look about her that tells him better not.
And then there’s the kids. Roseen has been nothing but trouble for him, trying to avoid her at all costs. Thorgal sneaking up to him nevertheless. Ophanim who wants all of his attention for himself and gets annoying when he doesn’t get it (oops, where would that have come from). Chryseis claiming Breckin as a parent more than himself.
And not to even think of his mother, or Sarkis’ return recently on the shores.
So this night, he slips out of Nerine. The river is the closest common land nearby, since he doesn’t want to go far. But fairies forbid he sets foot in Hyaline now. He doesn’t want to deal with Kagerus or Briseis, and also doesn’t want to know if Thalassa also had developed feelings for him like Roseen, because then she would also be pissed, and he cannot handle three super-angry women at the same time.
If he’d only known about the mare’s past, he might have made a very wide berth around the pair.
But he doesn’t, so his shiny scales and golden locks go noticed easily in the moonlight. He approaches slowly, he’s on a walk and this night doesn’t feel like there should be whinnying or shouting at strangers from a distance to say hello, in it. He arrives after the second mare does, from the northwestern direction he came from, and doesn’t catch her question or the answer that follows. He stops though - as if he has just been walking about and accidentally hit a dead end, oh, no further walking, and simply nods to the both of them. ”Hi. I see I’m not the only night-walker around.” He gives them a bit of a crooked smile, but doesn’t make much of a move either. Those days are over, after all.
Breckin doesn’t like all of his idiocy any more lately - he thinks she’s stressed about the kingdom’s relations, with Loess most likely, or Tephra. She might be secretly pissed at the whole Klaudius ordeal. Or with the fact that he bit her in the heat of the moment. Either way, every time he wants to ask what’s wrong, there is a look about her that tells him better not.
And then there’s the kids. Roseen has been nothing but trouble for him, trying to avoid her at all costs. Thorgal sneaking up to him nevertheless. Ophanim who wants all of his attention for himself and gets annoying when he doesn’t get it (oops, where would that have come from). Chryseis claiming Breckin as a parent more than himself.
And not to even think of his mother, or Sarkis’ return recently on the shores.
So this night, he slips out of Nerine. The river is the closest common land nearby, since he doesn’t want to go far. But fairies forbid he sets foot in Hyaline now. He doesn’t want to deal with Kagerus or Briseis, and also doesn’t want to know if Thalassa also had developed feelings for him like Roseen, because then she would also be pissed, and he cannot handle three super-angry women at the same time.
If he’d only known about the mare’s past, he might have made a very wide berth around the pair.
But he doesn’t, so his shiny scales and golden locks go noticed easily in the moonlight. He approaches slowly, he’s on a walk and this night doesn’t feel like there should be whinnying or shouting at strangers from a distance to say hello, in it. He arrives after the second mare does, from the northwestern direction he came from, and doesn’t catch her question or the answer that follows. He stops though - as if he has just been walking about and accidentally hit a dead end, oh, no further walking, and simply nods to the both of them. ”Hi. I see I’m not the only night-walker around.” He gives them a bit of a crooked smile, but doesn’t make much of a move either. Those days are over, after all.
@[Willa] @[Eilidh]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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