We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
Fuck, he’d forgotten how much he hated politics in general, but now there’s infants being involved too? Ridiculous. But then, since he’s not participating, there’s little to nothing he can do.
And still she comes to him? No, she comes to just about anyone that she feels she might trust. Places her tracers everywhere in hopes that one of them will find the kid. Slightly awkward, but not so weird… just weird considering most Loessians wouldn’t trust Leilan with any information last time he checked (not that he usually did anything with politically-related information at all), nor would anyone really vouch for him other than Jesper (far away), Beryl, or his ex-wife… once… or maybe Eurwen. Nevertheless, it’s not like he couldn’t be trusted with kids.
Oceane honors her name and it upsets him. Tears are visibly forming in her eyes, but a sudden hope that maybe he’d seen the kid - he of all people - stops her, if briefly, temporarily. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have known what to look for, or who to call. So, he shakes his head in denial of her first question, painfully aware that she might actually start crying right then. But she’s found herself a spark of hope in his wandering and she rambles on about her boy, what he looks like, what he sounds like; no detail is spared just in case.
It’s not like he enjoys any woman crying, let alone a pretty one, let alone one he likes. And so he will indeed keep her in mind, will look out for her even though he thinks it will be futile. ”Don’t let your rivers run dry, Pond. If I see him, I’ll make sure he gets home.”
She has his word on it. But really, what are the odds?
And still she comes to him? No, she comes to just about anyone that she feels she might trust. Places her tracers everywhere in hopes that one of them will find the kid. Slightly awkward, but not so weird… just weird considering most Loessians wouldn’t trust Leilan with any information last time he checked (not that he usually did anything with politically-related information at all), nor would anyone really vouch for him other than Jesper (far away), Beryl, or his ex-wife… once… or maybe Eurwen. Nevertheless, it’s not like he couldn’t be trusted with kids.
Oceane honors her name and it upsets him. Tears are visibly forming in her eyes, but a sudden hope that maybe he’d seen the kid - he of all people - stops her, if briefly, temporarily. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have known what to look for, or who to call. So, he shakes his head in denial of her first question, painfully aware that she might actually start crying right then. But she’s found herself a spark of hope in his wandering and she rambles on about her boy, what he looks like, what he sounds like; no detail is spared just in case.
It’s not like he enjoys any woman crying, let alone a pretty one, let alone one he likes. And so he will indeed keep her in mind, will look out for her even though he thinks it will be futile. ”Don’t let your rivers run dry, Pond. If I see him, I’ll make sure he gets home.”
She has his word on it. But really, what are the odds?
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Oceane] I mean really what were the odds, lol
We should probs end it here
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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