08-30-2018, 12:22 PM
Leilan
Demons run,
but count the cost...
but count the cost...
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
Night will fall and the dark will rise
Had he known she did not want him to be like this, he might have not - although, come to think of it, he's on a road to destruction and ruin, and not quite sure if he actually would stop. But he's blissfully unaware, or just plain ignorant, of the way she will feel later - when it turns out he's just trying to be what she wants, although it costs him his heart and mind; that he's not capable of love, not at the moment, and though he tries, not for her also.
Perhaps they'll still be friends in the future, when the dust has settled down. Who ever knows such things.
When he proposes somewhere quiet, that's also something he assumes she may want. He remembers her being skittish around three other horses at the same time, and if he calls out, it will be exactly that. But he also thinks she is perhaps selfish like him, wanting to spend some alone-time with one that is physically attracting, not willing to share someone pretty with the rest of the world. Maybe that's just him, though. He's honestly never understood a mare's mind, let alone her heart. But he's pretty sure that Roseen would easily fall for someone who's nice to her - even on the surface - like himself, or Arthas, or whoever comes after that.
He has no faith in love at this point, that's clear. Roseen however, seems to want it, so he can give. Everything except the true version, everything but that last bit that's called a heart. It'll be good enough for now. And when she accepts his offer, he nods and playfully nudges her shoulder. "Let's face the rain of shit then."
Of course, it's not nearly as bad as he said it would be, exaggeration being one of his perks. He doesn't get under and through the screaming parrots unmarked though, but at the nearest stream he rolls around in the water, to clear it off. He waits for Roseen, then nods to the slope they face. "Up there. The waterfall's on the other side; it's a great view from above." And quieter. Less chance of bumping into someone. Because usually, the others don't look up.
Perhaps they'll still be friends in the future, when the dust has settled down. Who ever knows such things.
When he proposes somewhere quiet, that's also something he assumes she may want. He remembers her being skittish around three other horses at the same time, and if he calls out, it will be exactly that. But he also thinks she is perhaps selfish like him, wanting to spend some alone-time with one that is physically attracting, not willing to share someone pretty with the rest of the world. Maybe that's just him, though. He's honestly never understood a mare's mind, let alone her heart. But he's pretty sure that Roseen would easily fall for someone who's nice to her - even on the surface - like himself, or Arthas, or whoever comes after that.
He has no faith in love at this point, that's clear. Roseen however, seems to want it, so he can give. Everything except the true version, everything but that last bit that's called a heart. It'll be good enough for now. And when she accepts his offer, he nods and playfully nudges her shoulder. "Let's face the rain of shit then."
Of course, it's not nearly as bad as he said it would be, exaggeration being one of his perks. He doesn't get under and through the screaming parrots unmarked though, but at the nearest stream he rolls around in the water, to clear it off. He waits for Roseen, then nods to the slope they face. "Up there. The waterfall's on the other side; it's a great view from above." And quieter. Less chance of bumping into someone. Because usually, the others don't look up.
the battle's won, but the child is lost
@[Roseen] short is totally fine!
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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