20.Jul.13, 11:40 PM
Ryvian grinned at being called out on his statement. He liked sleeping in! Mostly, that was due in part to not always getting to bed at what was considered a decent time but everyone knew not to expect him for morning assistance unless otherwise prearranged but that wasn’t done too regularly. Still, it was nice to see Indivara was still the same as she had been before the world started to fall apart on the first day of the turn. She’d always been good at casually brushing aside his advances and flirting and nothing had changed in that department.
The grin was short lived though, and replaced with a grimace when Impressing was brought up and he was jabbed in the chest. He had made a choice the day in the tub and while he hadn’t told her, Ryvian felt it had been the proper one. It was why he didn’t care that his precious Candidate robe was left on the floor without a second glance from him. “Oh, I forgot to tell you,” he said it as casually as if they had been talking about how boring class was or what was on the dinner menu as he rubbed at the poked area, “I’m not Standing anymore.” It wasn’t until he had said it aloud that Ryvian realized the implications behind his idea. Was that really what he wanted? True, dragons didn’t seem to want him but he still wanted one, right? Was the desire to avoid being crushed with disappointment stronger than the desire to bond?
Since dragons were currently seen as replacements and somewhat like an enemy, Ryvian couldn’t decide if he wanted to avoid having his own or if he needed one to fill the hole where Nyvian used to be. He always knew he relied on his brother too much and was a bit clingy, especially after their parents died but maybe it was time he grew up and moved on.
The grin was short lived though, and replaced with a grimace when Impressing was brought up and he was jabbed in the chest. He had made a choice the day in the tub and while he hadn’t told her, Ryvian felt it had been the proper one. It was why he didn’t care that his precious Candidate robe was left on the floor without a second glance from him. “Oh, I forgot to tell you,” he said it as casually as if they had been talking about how boring class was or what was on the dinner menu as he rubbed at the poked area, “I’m not Standing anymore.” It wasn’t until he had said it aloud that Ryvian realized the implications behind his idea. Was that really what he wanted? True, dragons didn’t seem to want him but he still wanted one, right? Was the desire to avoid being crushed with disappointment stronger than the desire to bond?
Since dragons were currently seen as replacements and somewhat like an enemy, Ryvian couldn’t decide if he wanted to avoid having his own or if he needed one to fill the hole where Nyvian used to be. He always knew he relied on his brother too much and was a bit clingy, especially after their parents died but maybe it was time he grew up and moved on.