The Storm Rolls On (AW)
02-11-2014, 02:45 PM
Uphill struggle, blood sweat and tears
This whole situation had something of a surreal quality for Tyr. Like a very strange and vivid dream, with this monster storm and this unusually marked female who actually seemed to want to talk to him, crippled useless Tyr. And such a sweet girl, too. She'd disregarded his oddities and shown enough respect to keep her distance when he'd reacted badly to her presence.
Obviously it must be a dream.
But since it wasn't, old habits and suspicions tainted the whole scene. She was a sweet girl, so sweet that Tyr couldn't shake the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for that moment when something he'd said would be turned on him, waiting for her to show the cruelty that he was certain was lurking there. It was in everyone, and inevitably would make it's way out.
And he hated himself for not being able to be blissfully unaware of it.
"I'm sure she found shelter," he sought to reassure her despite his own inner musings. "Older siblings seem to have a knack for taking care of themselves." If there was a hint of bitterness there, Tyr took some pains to hide it. He had never been much for being able to take care of himself, despite being older than most of his own siblings.
He shook it off, gave the girl a cautious smile. "People say family make the best friends." Some people, anyway. "I have family in these lands," he went on to tell her. "I don't see much of them, but I know they're around here." And that he made every effort not to run into them.
"Speech"
Obviously it must be a dream.
But since it wasn't, old habits and suspicions tainted the whole scene. She was a sweet girl, so sweet that Tyr couldn't shake the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for that moment when something he'd said would be turned on him, waiting for her to show the cruelty that he was certain was lurking there. It was in everyone, and inevitably would make it's way out.
And he hated himself for not being able to be blissfully unaware of it.
"I'm sure she found shelter," he sought to reassure her despite his own inner musings. "Older siblings seem to have a knack for taking care of themselves." If there was a hint of bitterness there, Tyr took some pains to hide it. He had never been much for being able to take care of himself, despite being older than most of his own siblings.
He shook it off, gave the girl a cautious smile. "People say family make the best friends." Some people, anyway. "I have family in these lands," he went on to tell her. "I don't see much of them, but I know they're around here." And that he made every effort not to run into them.
"Speech"
Nothing to gain, everything to fear