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thefirstbloom) wrote2016-03-17 04:04 am
thefirstbloom) wrote2016-03-17 04:04 am
❦ Empatheias Contact ❦
❧ Contact Trahearne by voice, image, or find him at his apartment in the free district of Verens. He works at Paulson's Books.
[Canach doesn't necessarily hate Trahearne. He just dislikes dealing with the Firstborn for many reasons that are arguably rather petty. Even though they are two of the only three Sylvari on this island, Canach has had very little reason to associate much with him. It was true back home, no different now.
However, what probably irritated him most was the reason why he was actually contacting him at all.]
Trahearne, we need to talk about your little ruse.
However, what probably irritated him most was the reason why he was actually contacting him at all.]
Trahearne, we need to talk about your little ruse.
[Despite Canach's rather obvious distaste for the firstborn, Trahearne did not have many qualms towards him. Outside of any banter that may have brought it up, he did not pay mind to his actions in Tyria and had no place to cast judgement. He was also no strangers to comments and criticism. He'd long since braced for them.
However, he wasn't quite braced for his voice then and there. He jumped, splashing his coffee onto himself.]
... I thought we had agreed not to speak of it, Canach. [He mutters with a hint of irritation.]
However, he wasn't quite braced for his voice then and there. He jumped, splashing his coffee onto himself.]
... I thought we had agreed not to speak of it, Canach. [He mutters with a hint of irritation.]
[He did. Thanks. He'll be trying to clean that up.]
Yes, I have. [How much does he actually know about her? We just don't know.] And what does that change, exactly?
Yes, I have. [How much does he actually know about her? We just don't know.] And what does that change, exactly?
It changes the number of people who I either have to keep the truth from or pulling into this web of lies you're stringing up.
The Countess isn't an idiot. Whether I tell her or not, she'll figure out something is amiss eventually. And the longer you keep the truth from Syrlya, the worse it's going to be.
[And something like a mental mutter—] I never should have agreed to this from the start.
The Countess isn't an idiot. Whether I tell her or not, she'll figure out something is amiss eventually. And the longer you keep the truth from Syrlya, the worse it's going to be.
[And something like a mental mutter—] I never should have agreed to this from the start.
If you are so close to the Countess, Canach, you do not have to withhold the information. I understand it must be difficult for you. [He lets that hang in the air for a moment, knowing he must chooses his words carefully to some extent. It would not do him well to further annoy him, especially with the information he has.]
I am not stringing a web of lies to Syrlya. I am avoiding revealing to him what occurred, and I am avoiding it with good reason. Do not think I am peace with it. The fact it is for the better makes it no less difficult, but it is a fact none-the-less.
I am not stringing a web of lies to Syrlya. I am avoiding revealing to him what occurred, and I am avoiding it with good reason. Do not think I am peace with it. The fact it is for the better makes it no less difficult, but it is a fact none-the-less.
[Despite how hard he tried, it didn't sound that carefully chosen. Close? Them? Really? But he'll let his personal slights go for now.]
Yes, and tell me this. How do you think Syrlya is going to think when not one, not two, but three people knew the truth and he did not? Or what if someone else from our world appears? Someone from my time and someone who is not caught by one of us first?
What are you going to do then?
Yes, and tell me this. How do you think Syrlya is going to think when not one, not two, but three people knew the truth and he did not? Or what if someone else from our world appears? Someone from my time and someone who is not caught by one of us first?
What are you going to do then?
I would rather he not think it at all. That is the intent of keeping it from him. [Trahearne was defensive of his reasons, but he didn't sound passionate about them at all. He sounded tired. He was tired. But he kept going.]
I don't imagine I would be the first thing to come up between them. [He knows it's a weak response. But he hadn't come up with sound resolution for it. It's time to fall back on the why.] ... You must understand why I do not want him to know this, Canach. It would be all the commander thinks about. All our time together here, however long that may be, will be spent with the fact I will be gone lingering in the back of his mind. I want him to experience this world without that, because he has gone through Tyria with enough weight on his shoulders. I cannot have him carry that again. Not here.
I don't imagine I would be the first thing to come up between them. [He knows it's a weak response. But he hadn't come up with sound resolution for it. It's time to fall back on the why.] ... You must understand why I do not want him to know this, Canach. It would be all the commander thinks about. All our time together here, however long that may be, will be spent with the fact I will be gone lingering in the back of his mind. I want him to experience this world without that, because he has gone through Tyria with enough weight on his shoulders. I cannot have him carry that again. Not here.
[A sigh. This is just as frustrating as it had been the first time, with no clear way out. Not with Trahearne still stubborn about it. But as he said, it's not that he doesn't understand his brother's reasoning. He's not that heartless.]
While I can see your reason, I still think you're being a fool, Trahearne. You're coddling him, and he's stronger than you think. I should know, I've had to put up with him while dealing with an elder dragon. As did you.
[Oh look, he actually said something nice and praised someone! Kind of.]
While I can see your reason, I still think you're being a fool, Trahearne. You're coddling him, and he's stronger than you think. I should know, I've had to put up with him while dealing with an elder dragon. As did you.
[Oh look, he actually said something nice and praised someone! Kind of.]
Edited 2016-03-19 00:04 (UTC)
[Syrlya's in the kitchen, arranging all of his photos on the counter. At least it's finally getting some use.
He's carefully separating them into piles based on subject and quality. And to the side, a small pile of his friends.]
He's carefully separating them into piles based on subject and quality. And to the side, a small pile of his friends.]
Edited 2016-03-19 05:28 (UTC)
[Trahearne opened the door with a basket in arm, still positively beaming from the events the previous day. His good mood hadn't been consistent since... Orr.]
Good afternoon, Syrlya! ... What do you have? [He stops short of the counter, going to place it down on a portion clear of the photos. He might have to move some.]
Good afternoon, Syrlya! ... What do you have? [He stops short of the counter, going to place it down on a portion clear of the photos. He might have to move some.]
[Syrlya perks up and smiles wide.] Trahearne! My photos finished developing, I was looking through them--you have to see the ones I took!
[He drops his current pile and grabs the image of him and Trahearne together--with his expression slightly startled and the image a little blurry from their movement, but Syrlya seems proud as he shows it to him.] I am keeping this one.
[He drops his current pile and grabs the image of him and Trahearne together--with his expression slightly startled and the image a little blurry from their movement, but Syrlya seems proud as he shows it to him.] I am keeping this one.
I do! [Trahearne chuckled, waiting patiently to see it. He took it himself to get a closer look, and didn't seem to may any mind to the blur. He didn't know anything about photography anyway.] It captures us very well, I think. I'm unprepared and you're inexplicably happy.
[He looks back up.] I like it.
[He looks back up.] I like it.
[Syrlya chuckles and lowers the picture as he holds up the clearer one of Trahearne smiling brightly.] I do, too, and I like this one.
[What is this... Canach respecting someone... It almost stunned him into silence. Not really, though, it's more that he can't argue it.]
I know he is strong. He is stronger than I am by any means. I required his counsel on a majority of my decisions. Yet... he is so young, and I regret the responsibilities I thrust onto him. I merely... [He exhaled.] My passing is something I don't favor facing on my own, let alone seeing his devastation.
You aren't wrong. I would like to be able to tell him. I care for him deeply. I just cannot begin to imagine how.
I know he is strong. He is stronger than I am by any means. I required his counsel on a majority of my decisions. Yet... he is so young, and I regret the responsibilities I thrust onto him. I merely... [He exhaled.] My passing is something I don't favor facing on my own, let alone seeing his devastation.
You aren't wrong. I would like to be able to tell him. I care for him deeply. I just cannot begin to imagine how.
Oh, Mother save me now. [He can't help but shake his head at it, going to switch them out. He was smiling, but it slowly just faded off his face when he saw his nose. He made a face at it.]
I see why so many point out my nose.
I see why so many point out my nose.
It's cute! [Syrlya puts his hands over Trahearne's with the picture. Just to make sure he doesn't toss it in disgust.] I'm very happy with the way it turned out. And your nose is charming. I have always been curious about it.
[Trahearne looks ready to throw it out, but the corners of his lips are tugged back into a smile at Syrlya's words.]
You have been one of many. It has always been this way.
You have been one of many. It has always been this way.
[Syrlya carefully pinches his fingers on the picture with one hand. No. It's his.]
I know! But since I have your attention on the matter, I have always wondered... [He reaches for his face suddenly and proceed to stick is index finger right on the dent on Trahearne's nose.]
It does fit!
I know! But since I have your attention on the matter, I have always wondered... [He reaches for his face suddenly and proceed to stick is index finger right on the dent on Trahearne's nose.]
It does fit!
[Trahearne just kind of stands there in confusion for a moment. Syrlya's finger is just up against his nose. He's going cross eyed to look at it, then allowing it for another moment before he pulls his head back.]
You just--
You just--
Edited 2016-03-19 07:34 (UTC)
[Syrlya laughs and pulls back as Trahearne does, carefully freeing his photo from his hands.] I have always wanted to know that!
[Listen, he was going to protest and be insulted. But he sees Syrlya's smile... and it's contagious. He's far too cute for his own good.] Always? After three years?
Yes! I know it was such a ridiculous thought for a Sapling, but... well, why miss the opportunity for an answer when it presents itself?
But I really do think it is cute.
But I really do think it is cute.
I thought I caught you focused on it... I could not figure out what you were staring at while everyone was talking.
For the record, your nose is much cuter. [He reaches over to tap the tip of it.]
For the record, your nose is much cuter. [He reaches over to tap the tip of it.]
[Syrlya scrunches his nose when it's tapped. He spins on his heels and returns to the counter to continue sorting his photos.] But it does not negate how cute you are!
Edited 2016-03-19 16:34 (UTC)
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