01.Apr.19, 02:26 AM
F’drel sighed. “It’s not okay,” he said, but he didn’t really feel like arguing the point just then. Using people you had power over was wrong, period. Using people who had power over you, fine, that’s sometimes how you had to survive. But when you were essentially a lord? And when R’dal was practically a child? Absolutely uncalled for.
Even when he felt justified in his anger, F’drel hated it. It made him say too much and it was so exhausting. He’d had strong emotions for like a minute and now he just wanted to lie down and not move for a few hours. Actually, that may be a good idea.
“You don’t need to apologize for having feelings,” F’drel said quietly, beginning to stand up, “and there’s nothing you need to make up to me.” It really wasn’t R’dal’s fault F’drel had poor control over his own angry outbursts — that was his problem and flaw, not R’dal’s. He sank down onto the bed, considering the bluerider for a moment before extending a hand to him.
“C’mere. If you really feel you need to do something you can be a pillow for a while.” Hopefully, R’dal would take the offer and it would make him feel better, while also allowing F’drel to just lie down for a while. He worried if he let R’dal leave just then he’d keep wallowing, except this time in new guilt. Keeping him here for a while couldn’t hurt, and with any luck would keep R’dal from thinking he’d ruined their friendship again, like he had after the fishing incident. F’drel really wasn’t cut out for this friend thing, it was terribly easy to fuck up.
Even when he felt justified in his anger, F’drel hated it. It made him say too much and it was so exhausting. He’d had strong emotions for like a minute and now he just wanted to lie down and not move for a few hours. Actually, that may be a good idea.
“You don’t need to apologize for having feelings,” F’drel said quietly, beginning to stand up, “and there’s nothing you need to make up to me.” It really wasn’t R’dal’s fault F’drel had poor control over his own angry outbursts — that was his problem and flaw, not R’dal’s. He sank down onto the bed, considering the bluerider for a moment before extending a hand to him.
“C’mere. If you really feel you need to do something you can be a pillow for a while.” Hopefully, R’dal would take the offer and it would make him feel better, while also allowing F’drel to just lie down for a while. He worried if he let R’dal leave just then he’d keep wallowing, except this time in new guilt. Keeping him here for a while couldn’t hurt, and with any luck would keep R’dal from thinking he’d ruined their friendship again, like he had after the fishing incident. F’drel really wasn’t cut out for this friend thing, it was terribly easy to fuck up.