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03.Sep.12, 07:01 PM
"Perhaps they are," Talian muttered. He sounded unconvinced, but not in a sullen way. He simply saw no reason to expect things to change, ever. It had always been the same for him, one near-escape after another. Every time he seemed to have reached a point where he could help himself, it was pulled away. Letting his hopes up was foolish, for the same reason expecting Larrikith not to be cruel to him was foolish. There was no precedent for things to be any different.
What did he have to look forward to, though? He could actively try to find things, even flimsy excuses, but there weren't even many of those. He could look forward to seeing B'jin in the evenings, but that was just one evening. There wasn't anything good on the horizon, though, and that was what he needed. He needed a long-term goal, something to reach for. He wanted badly to explain that to B'jin, but he'd tried before. The last time he'd mentioned it was a turn ago now. B'jin never seemed to understand, so Tal just let it go with a bit of a twisted grimace.
All of this was going through his head while B'jin made his next comments, something about Tal being interesting and not liking blood. Tal was so caught up in his own musings that he only snapped back near the end, pulled out of his daydreaming by B'jin's pointed question.
Tal answered before he had time to think. "Yeah, Valerian." He didn't elaborate much. What was there to elaborate on? He didn't notice the subtle shift in how he named the young harper, and if he did he may not have even realized the significance of it. Things had been weird since that incident. Tal forgave his friend, of course. They'd worked it out. Everything was fine, but there was still a footprint there, something that didn't sit quite right.
He shrugged. "B'jin, did he tell you about what happened?" Tal knew they were supposed to be discussing happy things, but he couldn't help himself. He never wanted that to happen again. He wanted to know what to do to fix his feeligns regarding the whole thing...and if anyone knew, it would be B'jin. "He grabbed me after a flight."
There should have been more pause there, or at least some sort of emotion, but it was spoken as a plain fact, just like so many other fucked up things.
What did he have to look forward to, though? He could actively try to find things, even flimsy excuses, but there weren't even many of those. He could look forward to seeing B'jin in the evenings, but that was just one evening. There wasn't anything good on the horizon, though, and that was what he needed. He needed a long-term goal, something to reach for. He wanted badly to explain that to B'jin, but he'd tried before. The last time he'd mentioned it was a turn ago now. B'jin never seemed to understand, so Tal just let it go with a bit of a twisted grimace.
All of this was going through his head while B'jin made his next comments, something about Tal being interesting and not liking blood. Tal was so caught up in his own musings that he only snapped back near the end, pulled out of his daydreaming by B'jin's pointed question.
Tal answered before he had time to think. "Yeah, Valerian." He didn't elaborate much. What was there to elaborate on? He didn't notice the subtle shift in how he named the young harper, and if he did he may not have even realized the significance of it. Things had been weird since that incident. Tal forgave his friend, of course. They'd worked it out. Everything was fine, but there was still a footprint there, something that didn't sit quite right.
He shrugged. "B'jin, did he tell you about what happened?" Tal knew they were supposed to be discussing happy things, but he couldn't help himself. He never wanted that to happen again. He wanted to know what to do to fix his feeligns regarding the whole thing...and if anyone knew, it would be B'jin. "He grabbed me after a flight."
There should have been more pause there, or at least some sort of emotion, but it was spoken as a plain fact, just like so many other fucked up things.
