07-13-2017, 11:38 AM
There's none so blind as those who will not listen.
Broken, then fixed and now broken again. Or that was what he had made himself belief. Deep down, hidden somewhere within him like once the voice of his imaginary friend had been, Brynmor knew better. He just didn’t acknowledge it yet. Perhaps he never would. Maybe he just needed a little push in the right direction. ”How could I forget?” he replies, unseeing eyes staring past Gryffen in nothingness.
Then, suddenly, Gryffen is all too near. The water gives him away, splashing at his legs, as Brynmor hasn’t moved from his spot a few steps into the river. His ears flick backwards and he tilts his head to move away from the touch. But it is the little nip has him backing away, stumbling to the side, ears flickering back and forth and sending water all around him. ”What makes you think that?” he asks, voice lower but collected.
He owed Gryffen nothing.
Brynmor blinks his unseeing eyes, his gaze swaying in the direction he suspected Gryffen was still standing. His nostrils flare widely, but his ears are flicked back insecure. ”What do you want from me?” he asks, voice shaking a bit more than what he would’ve liked.
BRYNMOR