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29.Oct.20, 01:13 AM
Blindsided and a bit shocked, Aederyn simply sat, mouth open. There was far too much to process. First: him leaving the area, which ordinarily he wouldn’t do unless reassigned; second: seeking his Mastery, which he’d never taken much interest in prior, save for the odd mention of additions or tweaks that he wished he could make, and third: a girl?!
When R’dal said how awful it sounded, followed by a detailed and heartfelt explanation as to why he thought the idea was so terrible, she wanted to jump on the table and sing his praises, and might have if she hadn’t been so dumbfounded by it all. He finished up, toying with his mug, obviously abashed. She was quick to reach her hand across the table to him. “Don’t be, you’re right!” She shot her brother a look as though he had physically wounded her friend, though her own hurt factored in, too. The idea of him wanting to go off because of a girl just seemed to be such a slap in the face.
He did his best to reassure the two of them, and the way he was talking of this girl… Aederyn found herself almost wanting to laugh. Almost. The wounded feeling was still there. But…Alekse had fallen. He had fallen hard. This girl must be something else to take down the Great Ali, lover of ladies and All Things Beautiful, the man who wouldn’t engage in anything more than an amusing fling. Granted, he didn’t use women. No, he’d never been anything less than respectful, but he wasn’t one for more than a 'mutually beneficial evening’, as he’d been known to say.
While it still hurt that he was breaking away from so much of what’d he’d been, knowing that there was at least some thought behind his choice and considerations of various avenues and angles, as well as ways to keep doing what they both loved so much eased her mind some. Her expression faded from outright anger to a more reserved frown as he wound down his monologuing.
At his suggested compromise of calling for her and R’dal’s aid if need be, she shot her fist at him with a smart punch, not pulling back when it connected roughly with his arm. “You better!” She still held the uncertainly, but she at least wasn’t quite as angry now. She was glad that he told them, instead of just Running off and her finding out later…it would have been awful if she hadn’t found out about it until he was already there…she wouldn’t know where to send Rudi…The pouch! Eyes still flashing, she reached for where she’d deposited it on the ground by the table. “Well, wherever you end up, you might need this.” And pushed it at him.
When R’dal said how awful it sounded, followed by a detailed and heartfelt explanation as to why he thought the idea was so terrible, she wanted to jump on the table and sing his praises, and might have if she hadn’t been so dumbfounded by it all. He finished up, toying with his mug, obviously abashed. She was quick to reach her hand across the table to him. “Don’t be, you’re right!” She shot her brother a look as though he had physically wounded her friend, though her own hurt factored in, too. The idea of him wanting to go off because of a girl just seemed to be such a slap in the face.
He did his best to reassure the two of them, and the way he was talking of this girl… Aederyn found herself almost wanting to laugh. Almost. The wounded feeling was still there. But…Alekse had fallen. He had fallen hard. This girl must be something else to take down the Great Ali, lover of ladies and All Things Beautiful, the man who wouldn’t engage in anything more than an amusing fling. Granted, he didn’t use women. No, he’d never been anything less than respectful, but he wasn’t one for more than a 'mutually beneficial evening’, as he’d been known to say.
While it still hurt that he was breaking away from so much of what’d he’d been, knowing that there was at least some thought behind his choice and considerations of various avenues and angles, as well as ways to keep doing what they both loved so much eased her mind some. Her expression faded from outright anger to a more reserved frown as he wound down his monologuing.
At his suggested compromise of calling for her and R’dal’s aid if need be, she shot her fist at him with a smart punch, not pulling back when it connected roughly with his arm. “You better!” She still held the uncertainly, but she at least wasn’t quite as angry now. She was glad that he told them, instead of just Running off and her finding out later…it would have been awful if she hadn’t found out about it until he was already there…she wouldn’t know where to send Rudi…The pouch! Eyes still flashing, she reached for where she’d deposited it on the ground by the table. “Well, wherever you end up, you might need this.” And pushed it at him.
