[The pads of that paw are soft against his skin, a contrast to the dull throbbing that is prevalent on his other cheek because of certain... encounters that have left their mark. Closing his eyes, he still keeps on that broken smile.]
[When he first arrived in this place, he never would have expected for this kind of relationship to develop. Back then, he is quite certain he would have wished it to not occur. But it has, and what can they do? Fight it as best they can. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be working.]
[Besides, those words...]
However... Do you wish this to end in fear for the pain it would cause me, or the pain it would cause you?
[Looking into Lysunder's eyes, he sighs.]
I have been matesprit, kismesis, and auspitice to quite a few trolls in my time. I have lost partners both to death, simple disinterest, and, ultimately, my own failures. I know the pain of loss quite well but I do not regret the partners who blessed my life for even a short while. Not only would that be doing them a disservice, but... it is a wretched thing, to be alone.
[Sweeps of tagging along with his lusus into the wilds, away from the city, to just sit still and let himself fade into nothing so he could watch other beasts strife and live and grow used to his presence, staying away from the other bluebloods his age because his reputation as freakishly strong preceded him... Sweeps and sweeps of that, before the Archeradicators took him in, and even then.]
[Alone, with nothing but the world outside the city to comfort him.]
More painful than the scars loss leaves behind, I think.
So while I understand, I think it to be foolish if you are doing it for my benefit. If for yours... Then so be it. [The smile has wavered in strength, but at this, it comes back just a bit stronger.] I would not and doubtfully could not convince you of anything less. You never have taken kindly to my advice, stubborn as you are.
But whether this parting shall be for better or worse... I believe we have an obligation to uphold.
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[The pads of that paw are soft against his skin, a contrast to the dull throbbing that is prevalent on his other cheek because of certain... encounters that have left their mark. Closing his eyes, he still keeps on that broken smile.]
[When he first arrived in this place, he never would have expected for this kind of relationship to develop. Back then, he is quite certain he would have wished it to not occur. But it has, and what can they do? Fight it as best they can. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be working.]
[Besides, those words...]
However... Do you wish this to end in fear for the pain it would cause me, or the pain it would cause you?
[Looking into Lysunder's eyes, he sighs.]
I have been matesprit, kismesis, and auspitice to quite a few trolls in my time. I have lost partners both to death, simple disinterest, and, ultimately, my own failures. I know the pain of loss quite well but I do not regret the partners who blessed my life for even a short while. Not only would that be doing them a disservice, but... it is a wretched thing, to be alone.
[Sweeps of tagging along with his lusus into the wilds, away from the city, to just sit still and let himself fade into nothing so he could watch other beasts strife and live and grow used to his presence, staying away from the other bluebloods his age because his reputation as freakishly strong preceded him... Sweeps and sweeps of that, before the Archeradicators took him in, and even then.]
[Alone, with nothing but the world outside the city to comfort him.]
More painful than the scars loss leaves behind, I think.
So while I understand, I think it to be foolish if you are doing it for my benefit. If for yours... Then so be it. [The smile has wavered in strength, but at this, it comes back just a bit stronger.] I would not and doubtfully could not convince you of anything less. You never have taken kindly to my advice, stubborn as you are.
But whether this parting shall be for better or worse... I believe we have an obligation to uphold.