10-16-2017, 02:36 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Amet can't close the distance between them; even the thought of it feels wrong while she has Warrick and he has Ciri. He is not privy to proper etiquette or the line between consoling someone as a friend or consoling them as something more. And he could not live with himself, should he give her the incorrect idea or do something to hurt her navy-pointed companion or his starry-eyed girl. Amet is in the business of making others happy, best not to delve in the opposite direction. His amber gaze completes its inspection and he turns to look at her eyes now, which seem hollow and unfeeling.
His heart squeezes uncomfortably as she grants him with the only information he needs. Carnage. His anger flares again, but he is prepared for it this time, and the leather-plated stallion exhales slowly to keep from expressing it. Amet fears that he will push her away again, that she will not be able to handle his rage in her current state. And when she shakes her head, offering him a small no in response to his question when she can't even meet his gaze, the young King drops his head sadly.
"What do you need, Tang, to help you be okay?" he asks gingerly, hoping that he is not overstepping. He knows that he will not be able to fix it, that he cannot make it right (as much as he would like to), but he can try to help his first friend as much as be possibly can. He waits expectantly for her answer, worry and anxiety prevalent in his golden gaze.
Amet
@[Tangerine]