11-18-2017, 12:59 PM
"Bravery is being the only one who knows you are afraid."
”Oh..” is all he can mutter disappointed.
The dark purple male’s words had sparked his interested rather quickly, and he quenches the spark just as quick. Once his honey eyes had been warm and inviting, but now Hiroto can only dully look at his companion. He sees him, looks at him, but at the same time it is as if he is looking right through him. Not that he could see, the way the purple male focussed on the ground.
But not all was lost. The words offered comfort, if they didn’t come from the heart of the one reciting them. ”Don’t stop..” he eventually offers. Hiroto cannot say please continue or say that he likes to hear more. He wants to hear more, but at the same time it is like rubbing salt in a wound. It hurt.
Just like it hurts to think of Her. Addressing her was out of the question. Out loud or in silence, through prayer or simple words. It doesn’t matter, Hiroto simply cannot. He knows she wouldn’t be listening and if he somehow would manage to get through, she would just tune him out. He was nobody, a disgrace and abomination, and to be forgotten.
His gaze still rests upon his purple companion, but introducing himself or asking for the other’s name isn’t on his mind. Once he would have. He used to be quite social and definitely outgoing. Loneliness hadn’t been his thing, but nowadays he soaked himself in it. And it didn’t even bother the pale cremello stallion.
Without Her there simply was no reason to go on, nothing to live for, nobody to serve.
The dark purple male’s words had sparked his interested rather quickly, and he quenches the spark just as quick. Once his honey eyes had been warm and inviting, but now Hiroto can only dully look at his companion. He sees him, looks at him, but at the same time it is as if he is looking right through him. Not that he could see, the way the purple male focussed on the ground.
But not all was lost. The words offered comfort, if they didn’t come from the heart of the one reciting them. ”Don’t stop..” he eventually offers. Hiroto cannot say please continue or say that he likes to hear more. He wants to hear more, but at the same time it is like rubbing salt in a wound. It hurt.
Just like it hurts to think of Her. Addressing her was out of the question. Out loud or in silence, through prayer or simple words. It doesn’t matter, Hiroto simply cannot. He knows she wouldn’t be listening and if he somehow would manage to get through, she would just tune him out. He was nobody, a disgrace and abomination, and to be forgotten.
His gaze still rests upon his purple companion, but introducing himself or asking for the other’s name isn’t on his mind. Once he would have. He used to be quite social and definitely outgoing. Loneliness hadn’t been his thing, but nowadays he soaked himself in it. And it didn’t even bother the pale cremello stallion.
Without Her there simply was no reason to go on, nothing to live for, nobody to serve.