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11.Sep.12, 04:15 AM
I'shan knew when he'd been seen through. He fidgeted uncomfortably and reached out to Ilveriath for help, but he was surprised when he came to a strong wall. I'shan winced, stunned to find himself walled off from his placid partner. If he were asked, Ilveriath simply would have replied 'this hurts me more than it hurts you'. I'shan didn't need to run from every confrontation. He didn't need to lean on someone else every time he was asked a hard question. N'gelt wasn't there right now, and neither was R'nd. Ilveriath, the eternal answer to I'shan's insecurities, was still there, but conspicuously silent.
I'shan hissed in frustration, glaring at his dragon. You told him? You TOLD him?
Ilveriath projected his apology, but only for the hurt he'd caused, not the action. He had a right to know. Keeping it a secret was not going to protect him for long. Besides, are you ashamed of N'gelt?
I'shan's eyes widened. No, no he wasn't. He sucked it up, swallowing the rapidly forming lump in his throat, and looked back to Sanderon. He saw the anger there and almost wilted, but he forced himself to maintain eye contact.
"I was afraid you'd hate me even more if you knew. That's....I couldn't stop crying that day, it was just horrible," he murmured. "He's...I dunno. He always makes me feel so safe and wanted. He's jealous, and protective...but he never lets anyone mess with me. I-..." He was stammering, his usual eloquence cut short by the tension. Sanderon was obviously trying to be calm for him, so he tried his best to be calm in return.
"It's a long story, really. It started with a bad flight. It's just something that happens, I guess. And he complimented me after, and paid attention to me...I guess I was just really sharding lonely. He's really different from me, but he protects me and he likes the things about me that...just kind of annoy everyone else..."
He wiped his eyes. "I'm really, really sorry about what happened." There was that word again. This time, like last time, he meant it.
I'shan hissed in frustration, glaring at his dragon. You told him? You TOLD him?
Ilveriath projected his apology, but only for the hurt he'd caused, not the action. He had a right to know. Keeping it a secret was not going to protect him for long. Besides, are you ashamed of N'gelt?
I'shan's eyes widened. No, no he wasn't. He sucked it up, swallowing the rapidly forming lump in his throat, and looked back to Sanderon. He saw the anger there and almost wilted, but he forced himself to maintain eye contact.
"I was afraid you'd hate me even more if you knew. That's....I couldn't stop crying that day, it was just horrible," he murmured. "He's...I dunno. He always makes me feel so safe and wanted. He's jealous, and protective...but he never lets anyone mess with me. I-..." He was stammering, his usual eloquence cut short by the tension. Sanderon was obviously trying to be calm for him, so he tried his best to be calm in return.
"It's a long story, really. It started with a bad flight. It's just something that happens, I guess. And he complimented me after, and paid attention to me...I guess I was just really sharding lonely. He's really different from me, but he protects me and he likes the things about me that...just kind of annoy everyone else..."
He wiped his eyes. "I'm really, really sorry about what happened." There was that word again. This time, like last time, he meant it.
