07.Mar.13, 10:47 PM
Oahvakeen listened to Isscer strain in some sort of mental anguish over words. In fact, he almost felt as if there were more to it than what Isscer was directly saying. He felt as if he were being oblivious to some fact that should have been clear to him. Instead of brushing it away as he normally did, he tried to examine the issue this time. Isscer said he'd had a male lover. It happened, nothing unusual there, especially with dragon lust. Heck, even a man ... and any fruit that had a hole in it wasn't unusual. And he said that if he had been around Oahvakeen, he would have gone with him... gone where? To where the ladies were? Questions began to flood him. But they were talking again. Isscer mentioned he liked red hair. "Thanks, I like it, too. Your hair isn't bad. Sort of a 'I'm too cool to spend hours styling my head' look. Very economical. Practical."
Isscer was snarling at him now with the same sentence he'd used about impressing, only twisted a little. What was so problematic about impressing, why did it warrant such a fuss? He realized he'd hit some kind of nerve. Fortunately, Isscer continued to explain, and Oahvakeen's clueless expression dissipated into a gentle understanding.
"Six turns? I've only been here three. Why didn't you say something, mate? We could have been friends sooner. No one ever talks about it, I don't know. I didn't know."
" When I was stolen, I thought my girl was pregnant. But I didn't know. It's the not knowing that kills me. I could be a dad and not know it. Somewhere, there's a lady cursing the bastard who up and left her for getting pregnant. I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl or a nothing, or even what its name is, or what it looks like. I miss 'er. But she could have moved on. I thought about escaping, but there's just as crumbled of a life here as there is back there, or anywhere else. It all requires the same amount of work, for me, that is. "
"But if you've been here six years.... fardles... what is there to go back to? Would anyone even remember you? Or even care? "
"I feel like it's hopeless. Like I'm a little wee plant and someone tore my roots out, but I can't regrow 'em."
Isscer was snarling at him now with the same sentence he'd used about impressing, only twisted a little. What was so problematic about impressing, why did it warrant such a fuss? He realized he'd hit some kind of nerve. Fortunately, Isscer continued to explain, and Oahvakeen's clueless expression dissipated into a gentle understanding.
"Six turns? I've only been here three. Why didn't you say something, mate? We could have been friends sooner. No one ever talks about it, I don't know. I didn't know."
" When I was stolen, I thought my girl was pregnant. But I didn't know. It's the not knowing that kills me. I could be a dad and not know it. Somewhere, there's a lady cursing the bastard who up and left her for getting pregnant. I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl or a nothing, or even what its name is, or what it looks like. I miss 'er. But she could have moved on. I thought about escaping, but there's just as crumbled of a life here as there is back there, or anywhere else. It all requires the same amount of work, for me, that is. "
"But if you've been here six years.... fardles... what is there to go back to? Would anyone even remember you? Or even care? "
"I feel like it's hopeless. Like I'm a little wee plant and someone tore my roots out, but I can't regrow 'em."