featherduster | ( sheep ) overflow

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( sheep ) overflow

too powerful

Awww... you're the first person in history to ever think so.

[ He flops onto the grass so he can just stare up at the sky. Doesn't say anything, yet, but his emotions take a notably more dim turn ]

Am I really? I feel special.

[some brief, faint amusement. His own feelings sober as he sits next to Minuet, leaning back on his hands. He doesn't prompt him to talk, but there's a gentle sense of patience, the kind that comes with being willing to sit and wait for as long as you have to]

[ After a while: ]

What was it like, at first, once Crois was gone?

[he lets his head fall back, sighing tiredly. There's a low key feeling of shame that starts to bubbles up, something that lingers in the background, just loud enough to remind you that it's there]

Like anything I felt didn't matter, because he deserved this. And he would be safe back home.

[ There's sympathy and understanding, a little guilt of his own. ]

Yeah.

I felt some pretty selfish stuff too.

[he tilts his head, glancing down at him]

Did you get pissed about it, too?

Not... exactly. I think I burnt out lot of my anger about this a long time ago.

[ Tyr only gets a glimpse of the grief behind this statement, but it's a put that tunnels to the very core of him, not remotely healed over. ]

But I did wish I could undo it. Even if being asleep is better and safer for him, and waking him would benefit only me.

[his own grief peeks through, still raw. It's times like now when he realizes it's only been two months, and somehow that makes it even worse.

He makes a soft noise of understanding and lets his head tip back again to stare at the sky]

I keep trying to tell myself that it's wrong to feel that way and . . . I can't convince myself anymore.