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16.Jul.22, 03:00 PM
Geric was still fuzzy as he blinked up and saw his brother fussing over him. And...there was a woman too. No wait. He recognized her... Mylorah. "Not a whore," he croaked out softly. His brother easily ignored it while talking to him about getting ready for dinner. But was it dinner time? Oh right. Mylorah was there for dinner. He pushed himself up to sit and rubbed his eyes for a moment before looking around. "Sorry... sorry about that. Are you okay? I'm not sure what happened. I mean, I know I fainted..."
He let himself trail off at that and just shrugged. It was possible he'd gotten worked up over the whore thing, which he was still confused about but it was slowly coming back to him. Little by little his brain started to catch up, first with more coordinated movement as he stood up and beckoned Mylorah to follow him, then with more memories of what had led to his moment of panic. At least a lot of his emotions were still delayed enough that he wasn't too upset by it, rather things just made more sense, and that lapse in emotional function let him actually acknowledge his letter. He had been writing to a lord, and not just a minor one either but Lord Igen. About how he'd knocked up his daughter and invited him to visit for a meeting so that they could talk about the baby's fate.
"Fuck." He'd muttered the word under his breath, having forgotten that Mylorah was there. He blinked at her and forced a sleepy bashful smile on his face. "Sorry... just thinking about how fainting sucks." He didn't keep the smile up for long though as he walked into the washroom to splash a very generous amount of cold water on his face, leaving the door open and scooting over to make space at the basin so that Mylorah could join him if she wanted. "Sorry. Sorry you had to see that. And sorry for freaking out. I still didn't mean to imply anything mean or negative, I just... I didn't know what sort of word you would have wanted me to use. Friend seemed easy enough."
He eyed himself in the mirror and cringed at the mess he was before frantically trying to straighten his hair with his fingers. He was feeling much more himself now, though at least he no longer had the shock lingering and filling him with panic. There was just the usual dread now. "Don't tell my brother about the letters? Or at least nothing else if you told him anything already." Geric sighed and rubbed his temples before glancing at his brother's mistress. Friend. Person. "Can we start over? I'm Geric, it's nice to meet you."
He let himself trail off at that and just shrugged. It was possible he'd gotten worked up over the whore thing, which he was still confused about but it was slowly coming back to him. Little by little his brain started to catch up, first with more coordinated movement as he stood up and beckoned Mylorah to follow him, then with more memories of what had led to his moment of panic. At least a lot of his emotions were still delayed enough that he wasn't too upset by it, rather things just made more sense, and that lapse in emotional function let him actually acknowledge his letter. He had been writing to a lord, and not just a minor one either but Lord Igen. About how he'd knocked up his daughter and invited him to visit for a meeting so that they could talk about the baby's fate.
"Fuck." He'd muttered the word under his breath, having forgotten that Mylorah was there. He blinked at her and forced a sleepy bashful smile on his face. "Sorry... just thinking about how fainting sucks." He didn't keep the smile up for long though as he walked into the washroom to splash a very generous amount of cold water on his face, leaving the door open and scooting over to make space at the basin so that Mylorah could join him if she wanted. "Sorry. Sorry you had to see that. And sorry for freaking out. I still didn't mean to imply anything mean or negative, I just... I didn't know what sort of word you would have wanted me to use. Friend seemed easy enough."
He eyed himself in the mirror and cringed at the mess he was before frantically trying to straighten his hair with his fingers. He was feeling much more himself now, though at least he no longer had the shock lingering and filling him with panic. There was just the usual dread now. "Don't tell my brother about the letters? Or at least nothing else if you told him anything already." Geric sighed and rubbed his temples before glancing at his brother's mistress. Friend. Person. "Can we start over? I'm Geric, it's nice to meet you."
