09-15-2021, 03:59 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
Liesma is anything but terrible.
At least not in the way that he is. She is the kind of terrible that Aela had hinted he could be.
(Terribly beautiful. Terribly brilliant. Terribly wonderful.)
He is still working to match those things, all the ones that his adopted mother had suggested.
(Terribly handsome. Terribly powerful. Terribly smart and terribly strong.)
But he doesn’t feel he’s any of those things yet. Just terribly confused, terribly uncertain, and terrible in the sense of that rolling darkness that sometimes makes him act first and ask questions later.
But he is trying. It becomes easier when he remembers Aela’s wisdom. It’s easier still when she nods in understanding and he finds no confusion there. He doesn’t think she’s doing it just to make him feel better, doesn’t gets the sense that she would lie to him just to give him confidence. She asks him, with a tilt of her pretty head, who had named him as such (a question that his unknown sire would soon ask as well) and for a moment he glances away from her, the flames still rippling down his spotted back. “My mother before she left me.” He murmurs to her, dark lips curving into a soft frown as his smile unexpectedly fades.
He doubts he will find pity in the endless dark of her eyes but he checks them anyway, hoping to not see it there. All he wants is her smile, not her sympathy.
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