17.Dec.12, 10:26 PM
You just need to keep trusting me
A'liran remained silent for a few long moments, his head turning slightly to the side and his eyes slightly downcast. "Yeah," he murmured after a moment, heart fluttering quietly as he sank deeper into his chair. "....You're right. I do trust you."
Shards, why had he said that? He immediately frowned, but for once he didn't accent his soft words with sour retorts after the fact. He just sighed, allowed his head to rock back as he looked up at the ceiling.
There were a lot of things he could say. Most of them were ugly, but a few of them were sappy and appreciative, and a great deal more true. Ali didn't feel like any of it was called for, though. Neither Ali nor D'hys was much for sappy stuff, that much was evident without asking. Was 'sappy' even the right word? They were what, friends now? Friends, in some weird way?
That sounded pretty good. Ali wasn't sure if he wanted to tempt fate by actually asking, though. Instead, he replied with something that he figured would land squarely in both parties' comfort zones. "...Sounds fair to me. I won't tell anyone if you won't. " No one would have to know about A'liran's weakness or D'hys' kindness, and both would get what they wanted.
Ali slowly stood up, then peeled his shirt off to reveal his bruises. D'hys had asked a while before, but A'liran hadn't forgotten. He figured D'hys deserved a reward for being so nice, though. Besides, A'liran liked feeling beautiful, and his beauty was wasted on animals like Z'ia. He pulled off his boot and belts before stepping out of his pants as well, showing off his wounds in full. He probably should have gone ot see a healer, but well...he thought he would be just fine.
He wandered over to D'hys and flopped down beside him. He didn't sat anything, he just yawned and tucked his hands behind his head, comfortable and feeling much safer than he'd expected to when he knocked on the door.
A'liran remained silent for a few long moments, his head turning slightly to the side and his eyes slightly downcast. "Yeah," he murmured after a moment, heart fluttering quietly as he sank deeper into his chair. "....You're right. I do trust you."
Shards, why had he said that? He immediately frowned, but for once he didn't accent his soft words with sour retorts after the fact. He just sighed, allowed his head to rock back as he looked up at the ceiling.
There were a lot of things he could say. Most of them were ugly, but a few of them were sappy and appreciative, and a great deal more true. Ali didn't feel like any of it was called for, though. Neither Ali nor D'hys was much for sappy stuff, that much was evident without asking. Was 'sappy' even the right word? They were what, friends now? Friends, in some weird way?
That sounded pretty good. Ali wasn't sure if he wanted to tempt fate by actually asking, though. Instead, he replied with something that he figured would land squarely in both parties' comfort zones. "...Sounds fair to me. I won't tell anyone if you won't. " No one would have to know about A'liran's weakness or D'hys' kindness, and both would get what they wanted.
Ali slowly stood up, then peeled his shirt off to reveal his bruises. D'hys had asked a while before, but A'liran hadn't forgotten. He figured D'hys deserved a reward for being so nice, though. Besides, A'liran liked feeling beautiful, and his beauty was wasted on animals like Z'ia. He pulled off his boot and belts before stepping out of his pants as well, showing off his wounds in full. He probably should have gone ot see a healer, but well...he thought he would be just fine.
He wandered over to D'hys and flopped down beside him. He didn't sat anything, he just yawned and tucked his hands behind his head, comfortable and feeling much safer than he'd expected to when he knocked on the door.