09.May.21, 07:11 AM
Cazelarias didn’t look up from where he ended up on the floor, just watched tearily as the shoes of the man before him barely even paused before marching on. That hurt, but it was what he had ultimately wanted, so Cazelarias didn’t say anything and instead tilted his head slightly to make sure the walking wall wasn’t coming back, and then skuttled backwards himself so he could curl up against the actual wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, he buried his face. He could have stayed like that indefinitely, but suddenly there was someone crouching near him, and speaking to him. Cazelarias bit his bottom lip and cursed his luck.
Sniffling quietly, Cazelarias bit back the urge to be sarcastic and lash out, and instead shrugged one shoulder before lifting his head just a little so he could speak into the gap it created, instead of directly into the void of space between his knees and his torso. “I’m fine,” he said softly, voice barely above a whisper, and sniffled again. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? He knew he shouldn’t have left his room, no matter how faint from hunger he had been, he hadn’t been hungry but he’d fed himself, and spent so much time dodging the kitchen workers he’d forgotten to dodge the man he ran into – D’hys, did she say? – and now he wasn’t capable of dodging this woman, either.
Exasperated anger was curling through Cazelarias’ veins as he rubbed at his face to rid it of the tears; it did get rid of them, but it made his features even more blotchy and irritated, standing out starkly against his otherwise pale skin from spending too much time locked away hiding from everyone and the sun. “I just want to be left alone,” he grumbled out, eyes darting away from the pretty redhead to look out the side, staring irritably off and downwards at the floor but not seeing it. He did want to be left alone, but Cazelarias was also keenly aware of how lonely he was; he missed his sister and having her to himself. He missed the library he’d been able to lose himself in while Cazan was at his lessons. He missed everything his life used to be, before Cazan ruined it all by running away to the Weyr. By getting pregnant. By mating a dragonrider. By getting married. By leaving him behind, and alone.
Cazelarias clenched his teeth, attempting to prevent himself from crying once more, but his eyes were bright with unshed tears that were threatening to fall. He continued to avoid looking at V’lia, glaring off to the side at the floor.
Sniffling quietly, Cazelarias bit back the urge to be sarcastic and lash out, and instead shrugged one shoulder before lifting his head just a little so he could speak into the gap it created, instead of directly into the void of space between his knees and his torso. “I’m fine,” he said softly, voice barely above a whisper, and sniffled again. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? He knew he shouldn’t have left his room, no matter how faint from hunger he had been, he hadn’t been hungry but he’d fed himself, and spent so much time dodging the kitchen workers he’d forgotten to dodge the man he ran into – D’hys, did she say? – and now he wasn’t capable of dodging this woman, either.
Exasperated anger was curling through Cazelarias’ veins as he rubbed at his face to rid it of the tears; it did get rid of them, but it made his features even more blotchy and irritated, standing out starkly against his otherwise pale skin from spending too much time locked away hiding from everyone and the sun. “I just want to be left alone,” he grumbled out, eyes darting away from the pretty redhead to look out the side, staring irritably off and downwards at the floor but not seeing it. He did want to be left alone, but Cazelarias was also keenly aware of how lonely he was; he missed his sister and having her to himself. He missed the library he’d been able to lose himself in while Cazan was at his lessons. He missed everything his life used to be, before Cazan ruined it all by running away to the Weyr. By getting pregnant. By mating a dragonrider. By getting married. By leaving him behind, and alone.
Cazelarias clenched his teeth, attempting to prevent himself from crying once more, but his eyes were bright with unshed tears that were threatening to fall. He continued to avoid looking at V’lia, glaring off to the side at the floor.