[pretending he isn't as fazed is the only way he'll keep from coddling soren; it's instinctive to want to protect his friends, the dragon included, except he's fully aware it won't help in this case, it'll just make things worse. (or so he believes, anyway? soren's never seemed the type to want to be babied at all.) but maybe he's wrong? maybe it'd do him some good?
regardless, now isn't the time for it, not when the wound's still so fresh.
he finishes his nosing about, directs toward soren again and gives the faintest head-bob. there are many, many things they could spend time discussing, some of which might prove decent distractions, but there's no denying the strain between them, something that's likely better left alone and-slash-or forgone entirely. sizhui's thoughts do drift though, contemplating, wondering if a time may come where talking about these emotions would be easier, even if he knows full well that he'd probably start suffocating from holding his breath first.]
𝙄 𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣. [so why doesn't he move right away? silly emotions have him lingering still, his wolfy expression far less readable compared to what his usual demeanor would reveal, and yet— but he finally tears himself away, turning and trotting toward the door, tail twitching with mild irritation that's not at all aimed soren's way.]
[the heavy mood between them doesn't change, and soren does nothing to alter it. he doesn't want sizhui to stay. not really. he wants to be left alone again, even though he's grateful to the other monster for allowing him some respite and then giving him more than what he'd asked for. it's only as sizhui turns tail out the door that soren looks up from his hand-wiping.]
Have a good night.
[he's been around enough beast-people to detect the irritability lashing in his tail. soren can't bring himself to care about whether it's his fault or not, whether the stress comes from the subject itself or their interaction -- or rather, the lack of one. perhaps it is due to going against his desire to implore him further on his condition when he wages it might be better to just leave him and his inconsolability to suffer in private. there really isn't anything he can do to fix things, soren thinks. talking won't bring ike back. moping won't, either. nothing they can feasibly do will. he just has to press on and prepare for when the day comes again when he can be where he truly belongs.
overladen with heartache and exhaustion, soren drags himself toward the loft.]
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regardless, now isn't the time for it, not when the wound's still so fresh.
he finishes his nosing about, directs toward soren again and gives the faintest head-bob. there are many, many things they could spend time discussing, some of which might prove decent distractions, but there's no denying the strain between them, something that's likely better left alone and-slash-or forgone entirely. sizhui's thoughts do drift though, contemplating, wondering if a time may come where talking about these emotions would be easier, even if he knows full well that he'd probably start suffocating from holding his breath first.]
𝙄 𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣. [so why doesn't he move right away? silly emotions have him lingering still, his wolfy expression far less readable compared to what his usual demeanor would reveal, and yet— but he finally tears himself away, turning and trotting toward the door, tail twitching with mild irritation that's not at all aimed soren's way.]
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[the heavy mood between them doesn't change, and soren does nothing to alter it. he doesn't want sizhui to stay. not really. he wants to be left alone again, even though he's grateful to the other monster for allowing him some respite and then giving him more than what he'd asked for. it's only as sizhui turns tail out the door that soren looks up from his hand-wiping.]
Have a good night.
[he's been around enough beast-people to detect the irritability lashing in his tail. soren can't bring himself to care about whether it's his fault or not, whether the stress comes from the subject itself or their interaction -- or rather, the lack of one. perhaps it is due to going against his desire to implore him further on his condition when he wages it might be better to just leave him and his inconsolability to suffer in private. there really isn't anything he can do to fix things, soren thinks. talking won't bring ike back. moping won't, either. nothing they can feasibly do will. he just has to press on and prepare for when the day comes again when he can be where he truly belongs.
overladen with heartache and exhaustion, soren drags himself toward the loft.]