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08.Feb.12, 03:43 AM
So it wasn't the best choice of subject. It was his only idea, though.
Talian noticed and identified with Allendris' quiet resignation. Talian felt much the same these days. He'd spent his first few days in a near coma, operating by muscle memory and distant sensory input while his mind tried it's best to block out his surroundings. The day he spoke to B'jin in the dining hall marked several days of angst and bitter weeping in his room at night. Now, he didn't really have the energy to continue resisting. He knew he was doomed from the moment he was informed of his fate. Nothing changed the fact that he felt like a wretched prisoner, but his composure had improved and he was at least able to bring it up without reeking of bitterness.
Still, he frowned. He often frowned, and it wasn't befitting of his youthful face.
Valerian's response to the topic wasn't exactly bitter, but Talian's perceptive eyes senses some sort of indecision in the other young man. Sighing gently, Talian took a moment of silence as if mourning their freedom. He really despised the situation, though he lacked the will to go around showing it. It was nice to know he wasn't the only one with reservations.
"I think you're right," he purred after a moment, pleased to see Valerian's wound stitching so well. He made the final stitch before tying it off and starting the final cleaning process, his hands moving swiftly and deftly as he did so. "I think you're going to be just fine. Don't submerge it for the next sevenday and come see me again," he instructed, dropping his previous melancholy in favor of the gentle words of a professional healer.
He almost managed a smile at Valerian's latest quip. He suppressed it, possibly for the sake of Allendris' pride, though a hint of nervousness still remained. "Allendris, was it?" he asked, a mere formality. Talian never forgot a name. "Howe long were you out in the sunlight?" he asked, extending an open hand and nodding for Allendris to offer his own.
Talian noticed and identified with Allendris' quiet resignation. Talian felt much the same these days. He'd spent his first few days in a near coma, operating by muscle memory and distant sensory input while his mind tried it's best to block out his surroundings. The day he spoke to B'jin in the dining hall marked several days of angst and bitter weeping in his room at night. Now, he didn't really have the energy to continue resisting. He knew he was doomed from the moment he was informed of his fate. Nothing changed the fact that he felt like a wretched prisoner, but his composure had improved and he was at least able to bring it up without reeking of bitterness.
Still, he frowned. He often frowned, and it wasn't befitting of his youthful face.
Valerian's response to the topic wasn't exactly bitter, but Talian's perceptive eyes senses some sort of indecision in the other young man. Sighing gently, Talian took a moment of silence as if mourning their freedom. He really despised the situation, though he lacked the will to go around showing it. It was nice to know he wasn't the only one with reservations.
"I think you're right," he purred after a moment, pleased to see Valerian's wound stitching so well. He made the final stitch before tying it off and starting the final cleaning process, his hands moving swiftly and deftly as he did so. "I think you're going to be just fine. Don't submerge it for the next sevenday and come see me again," he instructed, dropping his previous melancholy in favor of the gentle words of a professional healer.
He almost managed a smile at Valerian's latest quip. He suppressed it, possibly for the sake of Allendris' pride, though a hint of nervousness still remained. "Allendris, was it?" he asked, a mere formality. Talian never forgot a name. "Howe long were you out in the sunlight?" he asked, extending an open hand and nodding for Allendris to offer his own.
