I wasn't searching for compliments. [But he's blushing, standing up from his seat to try and hide it. He uses the excuse of throwing away the glass shards he has collected, hovering near the bin, one hand tucked behind his ear. Fixing his hair, shoulders bunched, trying to convince himself that this is part of Oren's game.
But he wanted it, didn't he? How many nights had he counted the reasons he should begin it again? How many ways had he conjured to beg for forgiveness? Now Oren was practically presenting himself on bended knee and he couldn't accept it. Even if Oren was handing him all the things he had ever desired.
He takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes. Steels himself and fixes his expression in place as he turns around.] And if I recall, none of our days were spent like this. I believe defending my honor is a first for you.
[He's taking off his tunic now, draping it on the bed before sitting back down. It feels easier to breathe, this way, though he still feels short of breath whenever Oren's eyes fall upon him.] What compelled you to take them on?
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Date: 2015-05-07 06:35 am (UTC)But he wanted it, didn't he? How many nights had he counted the reasons he should begin it again? How many ways had he conjured to beg for forgiveness? Now Oren was practically presenting himself on bended knee and he couldn't accept it. Even if Oren was handing him all the things he had ever desired.
He takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes. Steels himself and fixes his expression in place as he turns around.] And if I recall, none of our days were spent like this. I believe defending my honor is a first for you.
[He's taking off his tunic now, draping it on the bed before sitting back down. It feels easier to breathe, this way, though he still feels short of breath whenever Oren's eyes fall upon him.] What compelled you to take them on?