[He does not take a step back and will not run from this. He long deserves any retribution given him. And so Dion meets Ifrit's eyes and braces himself for it.
But it is not condemnation, and rather sounds of a forgiveness that sets his heart racing with a different sort of uncertainty. No ill will, as though his sins matter not, and left little avenue with which to pursue it. He thinks anger would be easier to handle than this soft appeal.
There is a terrible understanding in those eyes, and Dion breaks from them with a hard breath. His hands quake and he curls them into fists at his sides. He feels.. unmoored, his thoughts fragmented and scattered- as though he is seventeen and vulnerable in the face of pressure. Only he knows well how to function under pressure- this is the easing of burdens that he flounders with now. How terrible that he has grown so used to their weight that he would almost rather keep them.
The only person you have wronged here is yourself.
He huffs strained amusement and shakes his head]
Jill and Joshua both assured me you would not object, and still it remains a wonder to me.
[He shifts, then settles and drags up a faint smile as he finds his footing]
But it occurs to me that I have rather unfairly compared you to the morbol's lair that comprised the Sanbrequois court- and for that I most sincerely apologize.
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But it is not condemnation, and rather sounds of a forgiveness that sets his heart racing with a different sort of uncertainty. No ill will, as though his sins matter not, and left little avenue with which to pursue it. He thinks anger would be easier to handle than this soft appeal.
There is a terrible understanding in those eyes, and Dion breaks from them with a hard breath. His hands quake and he curls them into fists at his sides. He feels.. unmoored, his thoughts fragmented and scattered- as though he is seventeen and vulnerable in the face of pressure. Only he knows well how to function under pressure- this is the easing of burdens that he flounders with now. How terrible that he has grown so used to their weight that he would almost rather keep them.
The only person you have wronged here is yourself.
He huffs strained amusement and shakes his head]
Jill and Joshua both assured me you would not object, and still it remains a wonder to me.
[He shifts, then settles and drags up a faint smile as he finds his footing]
But it occurs to me that I have rather unfairly compared you to the morbol's lair that comprised the Sanbrequois court- and for that I most sincerely apologize.