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vatheon2013-05-29 11:00 pm
contemptibility) wrote in vatheon2013-05-29 11:00 pm
tiir rumibul; o1o [backdated to the curse]
Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Backdated to during the curse.
Where: The park.
Style: [please!]
Status: Open!
[It's strange, how someone who appreciates honesty wouldn't appreciate a curse that made one honest—but even Tiir has his white lies, his claims of being okay even when he isn't really. And so, the recent curse doesn't sit too well with him, as he's not too thrilled at being unable to filter his words.
... Especially with what's happened in his world. Although it's been well over a month since his return to Vatheon, the reminder that he'll go back to the same time in his world means that the events that occurred always remain recent to him. It's a lot to think about, though Tiir isn't sure how much of it he wants to reflect over, as it might result in certain sentiments he doesn't want.
Normally, in a pensive mood like this where he just wants to shut his mind down—and, to an extent, does so—he'd go to the forest, but today... Today, for a moment, the memory of Minato goes through his mind, and so for whatever reason, he feels compelled to go to the park instead.
Thus, there he is, sitting by the pond—and throwing bread crumbs in the direction of the ducks, as he watches them feed.
Join him?]
vatheon!When: Backdated to during the curse.
Where: The park.
Style: [please!]
Status: Open!
[It's strange, how someone who appreciates honesty wouldn't appreciate a curse that made one honest—but even Tiir has his white lies, his claims of being okay even when he isn't really. And so, the recent curse doesn't sit too well with him, as he's not too thrilled at being unable to filter his words.
... Especially with what's happened in his world. Although it's been well over a month since his return to Vatheon, the reminder that he'll go back to the same time in his world means that the events that occurred always remain recent to him. It's a lot to think about, though Tiir isn't sure how much of it he wants to reflect over, as it might result in certain sentiments he doesn't want.
Normally, in a pensive mood like this where he just wants to shut his mind down—and, to an extent, does so—he'd go to the forest, but today... Today, for a moment, the memory of Minato goes through his mind, and so for whatever reason, he feels compelled to go to the park instead.
Thus, there he is, sitting by the pond—and throwing bread crumbs in the direction of the ducks, as he watches them feed.
Join him?]
THEN I CAN'T ANSWER THEM
Talking would be a problem for you, wouldn't it?
I'LL GIVE YOU THE LEFTOVERS. BY WHICH I MEAN THE GAGTAGS.
Perhaps feeling more exposed than he should, Walter draws his arms up into a fold.
For all his reservations, he has never been good about stopping once he's started.]
I never liked mingling with Orerines.
WOW BUT I WANT NORMAL THREADS TOO
[a light shrug]
Well, I can hardly fault you for that. I was the same as well, after all. Perhaps I still am, to an extent...
[... and that, likewise, was a bit more than he'd intended to say—ah, well.]
THEN LEARN TO SPELL.
I'm different from you.
[In more than one way. In many ways. About many things.]
SOBS INTO HANDS
And I'm quite glad for that, thank you.
STARES AT
STOP JUDGING ME
Yes.
[He nods.]
Everyone suffers in some way, and compared to others, mine is hardly so great.
i judge because i love
He doesn't trust Tiir.
So he says nothing to that, though he briefly and vaguely ruminates, his gaze again drawn to the ducks that still swim about in search of bread crumbs. Whereas Walter is silent, they give occasional quacks of contentment.]
i don't accept that answer
He glances at the ducks, and then at Walter, before smiling (perhaps a bit wryly) and holding up the bread.]
Want some?
[... Not that he expects Walter to say 'yes', but, well.]
accept it or else
[Of course not. He neither wants to be fed nor friendly.]
. . . All I want is . . .
wow uh
Tiir tosses another chunk towards the ducks before looking at Walter again.]
... Is...?
c:
[Acknowledgment.
He's already started, so the curse has no issue letting him trail off again. So instead, he tightens the grip he has on his arms.]
It doesn't matter.
(unsure)
c;
But he wants to say something.
Is that so?]
Everything I say is nothing.
(unsure)!!
[He tosses another chunk of bread at the ducks.]
no subject
The Merines . . .
[He trails off, again.
Indeed, the Merines is a simple answer to everything that's so convoluted otherwise. It is the Merines that decides whether his words have worth. She is, and has always been, the key . . . ]
no subject
You have a bad tendency to not elaborate, though I suppose that works in your favour here.
no subject
[So it does work to his advantage that that natural quietness beats back the curse. Still – ]
That gets you killed.
no subject
[He tilts his head.]
Though I imagine the only thing I would kill you over at this particular moment is if you were to badmouth my friends.
no subject
[He says that matter-of-factly, not with much thought, and not necessarily as a bad thing.
After all, Walter is touchy, too – about some things.
No.
About a lot of things.]
no subject
[He smiles.]
But I would say that you are as well, in some ways. You simply express it differently.
no subject
We're not the same.
[A weak rebuttal, but he just wants to reestablish that fact. Or what he considers a fact.]