29.Aug.12, 06:48 AM
I'shan's lungs filled slowly as he felt the hand on his shoulder. The bluerider still refused to turn around, instead freezing in place as he tried to interpret what such a touch might mean. Well Ilv, he thought dejectedly, He's about to try and kill me. Nice knowing you.
Ilveriath grunted on the other side of the wall. Dearest I'shan, do you not think you are being a touch dramatic? the creature said slowly, offering his bonded a reassuring mind nudge. I hardly think he's capable of killing you. But more importantly, he does not seem to want to do so The dragon spoke with cautious optimism, his mind wrapping protectively around the young man as he strained to hear those distant, buried thoughts.
When he uncovered them, he did a double take. Had he really just heard what he thought he heard? He paused and continued his silent watch, digging for what he only suspected might be there. Was it remorse? True, legitimate remorse?
Well, that made three of them.
Look to him, dear Ilveriath said, gentle and coaxing.
I'shan winced a little bit and almost mindlessly followed the order. He turned around and looked, seeing those eyes staring back at him. His own red eyes widened. "...I, um...." he said. What was he supposed to do? What was the kid telling him? Hesitantly, as if fearful he'd spook the young man, he turned around and took the hand in his.
"...I don't guess there's anything I can really say, except that I'm supposed to help you get better," he murmured. "And...I hope you do. I want to help." It felt weird, to be saying things like this. "...Will you let me?"
Ilveriath grunted on the other side of the wall. Dearest I'shan, do you not think you are being a touch dramatic? the creature said slowly, offering his bonded a reassuring mind nudge. I hardly think he's capable of killing you. But more importantly, he does not seem to want to do so The dragon spoke with cautious optimism, his mind wrapping protectively around the young man as he strained to hear those distant, buried thoughts.
When he uncovered them, he did a double take. Had he really just heard what he thought he heard? He paused and continued his silent watch, digging for what he only suspected might be there. Was it remorse? True, legitimate remorse?
Well, that made three of them.
Look to him, dear Ilveriath said, gentle and coaxing.
I'shan winced a little bit and almost mindlessly followed the order. He turned around and looked, seeing those eyes staring back at him. His own red eyes widened. "...I, um...." he said. What was he supposed to do? What was the kid telling him? Hesitantly, as if fearful he'd spook the young man, he turned around and took the hand in his.
"...I don't guess there's anything I can really say, except that I'm supposed to help you get better," he murmured. "And...I hope you do. I want to help." It felt weird, to be saying things like this. "...Will you let me?"