[ It hasn't gotten easier, necessarily, to spill these things about his past to Inej. He's been doing it more often, though, when she's ashore. Giving her the fragments that he can stomach. Making it a habit to do so, because then the repetition would be more ingrained.
Still, in moments like this, where the misery of the past rises up, those curated habits go crashing to the floor. She's seen him do worse. And in some cases, has done worse. Somehow, giving his history a voice is like breaking a spell. Or a curse, perhaps. He owes it to her, to finally hear it. Unlocking the tale takes more effort than it should, always seeming to choke him before he manages to get it out there.
So, he swallows and shudders minutely when her palm makes contact with his neck, dragging him fully back into the present. He blinks away the after-image of his Da's misfortune, sighing against her shoulder. ]
I'm here. [ At this, he turns his head enough to kiss the seam of her sleeve, more proof he wasn't lost in whatever thoughts had come to plague him. ] I'll take you, in early spring.
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Date: 2024-09-29 09:19 pm (UTC)Still, in moments like this, where the misery of the past rises up, those curated habits go crashing to the floor. She's seen him do worse. And in some cases, has done worse. Somehow, giving his history a voice is like breaking a spell. Or a curse, perhaps. He owes it to her, to finally hear it. Unlocking the tale takes more effort than it should, always seeming to choke him before he manages to get it out there.
So, he swallows and shudders minutely when her palm makes contact with his neck, dragging him fully back into the present. He blinks away the after-image of his Da's misfortune, sighing against her shoulder. ]
I'm here. [ At this, he turns his head enough to kiss the seam of her sleeve, more proof he wasn't lost in whatever thoughts had come to plague him. ] I'll take you, in early spring.