( it sounds like a sad statement, something that should betray some deep-seated, worried meaning: and maybe it does, in a sense, maybe it reveals a little too much. but it's late at night, and he's with someone he trusts, someone that knows things he hasn't wanted to tell anyone at all. besides, the way it escapes his lips is more thoughtful than melancholy, like he could maybe picture it, in a way: like maybe he could make it work. then again, there's something about being close to people that he thinks he probably wouldn't be able to endure, if he had to sacrifice it to be invisible. there's the conundrum.
with a soft, slow breath, he returns his attention to the cream puff; it's another bite, swallowed down, before he can allow himself to talk, not wanting to accidentally spray her with whipped cream. that would be so tragic, he would have to probably spend two whole days burrowed under the blankets out of shame and embarrassment. )
Oh, no, it's--no, it's kind of a joke... ( he's grinning, sheepish, as he says it. ) The, uh. The guy who's kind of my boss, I guess? Like the head of the crownsguard, you know, the people that protect the crown and the people and stuff, back home I mean.
( another bite of the puff--there goes some of that whipped cream, and he swipes it up with his finger, pushes it into his mouth. ) Mmmn, him and my other friend. They're very intent on keeping us all fit and ready, even here. So I had to start running again... I don't really look very athletic, huh?
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( it sounds like a sad statement, something that should betray some deep-seated, worried meaning: and maybe it does, in a sense, maybe it reveals a little too much. but it's late at night, and he's with someone he trusts, someone that knows things he hasn't wanted to tell anyone at all. besides, the way it escapes his lips is more thoughtful than melancholy, like he could maybe picture it, in a way: like maybe he could make it work. then again, there's something about being close to people that he thinks he probably wouldn't be able to endure, if he had to sacrifice it to be invisible. there's the conundrum.
with a soft, slow breath, he returns his attention to the cream puff; it's another bite, swallowed down, before he can allow himself to talk, not wanting to accidentally spray her with whipped cream. that would be so tragic, he would have to probably spend two whole days burrowed under the blankets out of shame and embarrassment. )
Oh, no, it's--no, it's kind of a joke... ( he's grinning, sheepish, as he says it. ) The, uh. The guy who's kind of my boss, I guess? Like the head of the crownsguard, you know, the people that protect the crown and the people and stuff, back home I mean.
( another bite of the puff--there goes some of that whipped cream, and he swipes it up with his finger, pushes it into his mouth. ) Mmmn, him and my other friend. They're very intent on keeping us all fit and ready, even here. So I had to start running again... I don't really look very athletic, huh?