02.Sep.12, 08:57 PM
While Talian opted to stand in the centre of the room, Valerian went for leaning against the closed door before wondering if it would be seen as a sign of trapping his friend. He casually scooted down the wall a few feet to leave the path to freedom open but continued leaning against the wall, doing his best to look unaffected by life. That was his usual stance, honestly, though lately everything seemed slightly off-kilter and Valerian didn’t think he could get by every situation in the same manner anymore.
Like now, with Talian looking, well, like him. He seemed devoid of emotions and far too timid with that stance. Valerian hated it. Talian wasn’t as outgoing as Erisi and he did have his moments where he wanted to hide away but there was still life in his friend. He wasn’t the initial cause of this change, Valerian knew that, but he still felt like he deserved full credit all the same. Wasn’t it his poorly handled libido and untrained mind after a flight that left them avoiding each other and unsure of what to say? Talian was one of the few people he wanted in his life and earned the rare honour of being someone Valerian would fight for in any way.
“Tal,” the friendly nickname slipped out easily like it always did but Valerian didn’t know what else to say. Apologising never fixed anything though apparently the words often made people feel better. But Talian was too smart for such a gesture to work on. So he went with the usual route and let the other person talk, “talk to me, please. Everything that’s on your mind. You can still trust me.”
Like now, with Talian looking, well, like him. He seemed devoid of emotions and far too timid with that stance. Valerian hated it. Talian wasn’t as outgoing as Erisi and he did have his moments where he wanted to hide away but there was still life in his friend. He wasn’t the initial cause of this change, Valerian knew that, but he still felt like he deserved full credit all the same. Wasn’t it his poorly handled libido and untrained mind after a flight that left them avoiding each other and unsure of what to say? Talian was one of the few people he wanted in his life and earned the rare honour of being someone Valerian would fight for in any way.
“Tal,” the friendly nickname slipped out easily like it always did but Valerian didn’t know what else to say. Apologising never fixed anything though apparently the words often made people feel better. But Talian was too smart for such a gesture to work on. So he went with the usual route and let the other person talk, “talk to me, please. Everything that’s on your mind. You can still trust me.”