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04.Sep.12, 01:02 AM
The name? Valerian wanted the name? Talian cringed at the thought. He'd already told one person, and that was enough! Had this horrible business with Rilaleeyth's flight not come up, he'd have been content to take the whole thing to his grave, with the obvious exception of B'jin. The healer just shook his head swiftly, not bothering to remove his face from where it currently lay against Valerian's shoulder. "No, on. I don't want to." And that was the only explanation he was offering. It came in a hushed voice, almost steady but still shaking just a light bit as he swallowed his tears and stubbornly refused them any further passage.
He appreciated the hug. He clutched to Val for another minute or two, enjoying the warm and safety he felt, though his crying stopped as abruptly as it had started. He'd cried about it enough already.
Once calm, Talian slowly sat up. He pushed himself onto his knees and looking down at his friend, eyes widening and he lingered for a moment. Was this what he looked like to J'ver and Valerian during their respective attacks? A nervous look appeared on the healer's face and he slid to one side, carefully untangling himself and sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"It happened a while ago, back before the new turn began," he whispered. He closed his eyes. He didn't want Val reading his expressions, and he knew how very easy it was. "I told B'jin right afterwards, and well..I know some other people have suspected that something happened.." He continued very meekly. He paused to compose himself. "I...just don't know, Val. I'm okay now, I think...I mean, it's just another thing these people have done to me..." His lip twitched in disgust.
"I just feel like...well, I'm not really bothered by what happened between you and me at all. Not really. And I...almost feel like I should be." He was hoping Val wouldn't take that the wrong way. People were supposed to get upset after encounters like that, but Tal just couldn't. "It's..hard for me to feel anything about it at all," he confessed. "I feel like it means something is wrong with me." He bit his lip hard. "...I've always known what was wrong with me. I've always been able to self-diagnose..but this is...it's..."
He appreciated the hug. He clutched to Val for another minute or two, enjoying the warm and safety he felt, though his crying stopped as abruptly as it had started. He'd cried about it enough already.
Once calm, Talian slowly sat up. He pushed himself onto his knees and looking down at his friend, eyes widening and he lingered for a moment. Was this what he looked like to J'ver and Valerian during their respective attacks? A nervous look appeared on the healer's face and he slid to one side, carefully untangling himself and sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"It happened a while ago, back before the new turn began," he whispered. He closed his eyes. He didn't want Val reading his expressions, and he knew how very easy it was. "I told B'jin right afterwards, and well..I know some other people have suspected that something happened.." He continued very meekly. He paused to compose himself. "I...just don't know, Val. I'm okay now, I think...I mean, it's just another thing these people have done to me..." His lip twitched in disgust.
"I just feel like...well, I'm not really bothered by what happened between you and me at all. Not really. And I...almost feel like I should be." He was hoping Val wouldn't take that the wrong way. People were supposed to get upset after encounters like that, but Tal just couldn't. "It's..hard for me to feel anything about it at all," he confessed. "I feel like it means something is wrong with me." He bit his lip hard. "...I've always known what was wrong with me. I've always been able to self-diagnose..but this is...it's..."
