Like a mantra unearthed from the graves of silent scholars, that thought rings inside his ears, a hollow, sharp sound of reprimand. It's his job--no, his duty--to interact with the war-torn and broken in order to gain access to their secret stories, to write the tomes of the hidden sides of history in the tradition of his clan.
And in that capacity, his heart must be a stone.
Which would all be fine and well except that right now it feels like his heart is stuck in the low of his throat, jagged edges in place of time-worn smoothness, the lump painful and hard to swallow as he watches her gentle tending. Lavi stays in place, balance swaying lightly like a reed caught in a northerly wind, his mouth set in a straight line of nonchalant disregard that doesn't quite translate to his gaze.
Long hands curl into weak fists at his side when Kate returns to him, head turned down, matching the low pitch of her voice. ]
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Like a mantra unearthed from the graves of silent scholars, that thought rings inside his ears, a hollow, sharp sound of reprimand. It's his job--no, his duty--to interact with the war-torn and broken in order to gain access to their secret stories, to write the tomes of the hidden sides of history in the tradition of his clan.
And in that capacity, his heart must be a stone.
Which would all be fine and well except that right now it feels like his heart is stuck in the low of his throat, jagged edges in place of time-worn smoothness, the lump painful and hard to swallow as he watches her gentle tending. Lavi stays in place, balance swaying lightly like a reed caught in a northerly wind, his mouth set in a straight line of nonchalant disregard that doesn't quite translate to his gaze.
Long hands curl into weak fists at his side when Kate returns to him, head turned down, matching the low pitch of her voice. ]
..Yeah.
[ He lifts his hand, palm open. ]
I'll help give them out.