the waves listened
Caring is a dangerous thing — that's simply how it works. Soran knows that, intimately so, and wears the consequences of such unadulterated care on his body forever. Caring, though, is something Soran has always been unable to keep himself from doing.
It's a part of him. It's just natural and he foolishly comes to care about others rather quickly and he is quite aware of the issue. He had tried before to stop it, but as he has grown older he has often questioned why such a thing is bad.
Why it is bad is made abundantly clear in this particular situation.
I want you here, and oh if only she knew how wicked those words were. She shouldn't want that, for many reasons. He may not be some ghastly beast or monstrous man intent on harming, but he has done that, no matter if it had been unintentional.
Despite her attempt at trying to keep her uncertainty from tainting her words, it's quite evident in her last sentence and just as natural as it is for him to care, worry, so is it natural for him to offer her comfort. There is no preamble, no thought given, as he reaches out with his dark muzzle. The soothing brush he gives her neck, just past her throat latch, is timid but even as the realization of what he has done creates anxiety inside him he does not make a hasty retreat.
No, this touch lingers, giving his comfort and care a moment to warm the patch of her coat that he touches.
"No, you haven't." He murmurs quietly as he pulls away, speaking as if he's revealing one of his deepest and darkest secrets. "I just worry." He constantly did, and it was a part of him that he had carried on his shoulders for so long it felt as natural as any other part of him. His eyes meet hers, sincere and hoping she understands what he means. "My scars aren't a mere coincidence, and it would pain me to see something truly terrible happen to you or your son." Those words reveal more of his past than any other has known, and they were true. It didn't matter if he had known the two of them for such a small amount of time — nothing mattered when you cared for another and Soran couldn't help but care.
A curse, really. His caring nature made him susceptible to being attacked or harmed so easily.
And yes, Soran was aware that Oceane could take care of herself and he was highly aware that he had no true right to worry because he was a mere man with no right to impose upon her life. It was inevitable for him, though.
"So do not interpret my hesitation as anything else but concern for your overall wellbeing. I want to, truly, but I've seen the consequences of such things, Oceane." He could still hear the crackling fire to this day, could feel the bindings rub his coat raw. "But, if you're willing to weather whatever storm might come from this, no matter what happens," between them, or in regards to anything else, "I'll be there." His soft words made it sound so simple; they made it sound like this decision was easy. It wasn't though, and Soran knew he would struggle as he did with everything else.
But he cared — caring was a dangerous thing.
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@[Oceane]
It's a part of him. It's just natural and he foolishly comes to care about others rather quickly and he is quite aware of the issue. He had tried before to stop it, but as he has grown older he has often questioned why such a thing is bad.
Why it is bad is made abundantly clear in this particular situation.
I want you here, and oh if only she knew how wicked those words were. She shouldn't want that, for many reasons. He may not be some ghastly beast or monstrous man intent on harming, but he has done that, no matter if it had been unintentional.
Despite her attempt at trying to keep her uncertainty from tainting her words, it's quite evident in her last sentence and just as natural as it is for him to care, worry, so is it natural for him to offer her comfort. There is no preamble, no thought given, as he reaches out with his dark muzzle. The soothing brush he gives her neck, just past her throat latch, is timid but even as the realization of what he has done creates anxiety inside him he does not make a hasty retreat.
No, this touch lingers, giving his comfort and care a moment to warm the patch of her coat that he touches.
"No, you haven't." He murmurs quietly as he pulls away, speaking as if he's revealing one of his deepest and darkest secrets. "I just worry." He constantly did, and it was a part of him that he had carried on his shoulders for so long it felt as natural as any other part of him. His eyes meet hers, sincere and hoping she understands what he means. "My scars aren't a mere coincidence, and it would pain me to see something truly terrible happen to you or your son." Those words reveal more of his past than any other has known, and they were true. It didn't matter if he had known the two of them for such a small amount of time — nothing mattered when you cared for another and Soran couldn't help but care.
A curse, really. His caring nature made him susceptible to being attacked or harmed so easily.
And yes, Soran was aware that Oceane could take care of herself and he was highly aware that he had no true right to worry because he was a mere man with no right to impose upon her life. It was inevitable for him, though.
"So do not interpret my hesitation as anything else but concern for your overall wellbeing. I want to, truly, but I've seen the consequences of such things, Oceane." He could still hear the crackling fire to this day, could feel the bindings rub his coat raw. "But, if you're willing to weather whatever storm might come from this, no matter what happens," between them, or in regards to anything else, "I'll be there." His soft words made it sound so simple; they made it sound like this decision was easy. It wasn't though, and Soran knew he would struggle as he did with everything else.
But he cared — caring was a dangerous thing.
@[Oceane]
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