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08.Jun.14, 10:20 PM
V’ler didn’t move when Indivara brushed away his tears though once upon a time he would have cringed at such an action, though not because of who was doing it; though her penchant for punching people did help with bringing up the cringe factor. He had never been one for a lot of physical contact with anyone and preferred to keep mostly to himself but thanks to his time with Veeth who couldn’t refrain from chasing every green to show his affection and his own inability to fully master the flight lust after losing, V’ler had found himself cozied up to far too many people for his preference to avoid contact to last forever. Learning how to console Indivara when he had, on a partial whim, decided to play protector and swoop in to take her away from the ruined golden egg and every other horrifying hatching since then had helped him accept the odd yet kind gesture of wiping away the tears as well. He doubted it would do much in the end, however, since his emotions were still raw and unable to be tempered in any way.
At least Indivara attempted to resume their regularly scheduled routine of bickering in that moment and while she missed the usual sharpness in her words, V’ler managed something that almost passed as a smile. “Ditto,” he managed to whisper before lips were on his. Green eyes rimmed in red from tears were wide as V’ler continued to sit there frozen as he rushed to catch up to what happened. The kiss was over before he managed and he regarded Indivara for a long moment as he registered what had happened and why. It seemed to be another coping mechanism; a moment of understanding shared between two hearts that ached for the loss of someone dear.
As the silence stretched and V’ler couldn’t do anything except replay Jada’s final moments over and over in his mind, he finally gave a long shaky sigh and looked at Indivara, trying to catch her gaze with his. “Do you remember the story of the farm boy that became a Harper?” It was his own life’s story told in third person though he knew Indivara knew the truth of it. It had been told, again on a whim, the night he had done his best to distract Indivara from the horror of what spilled from the ruined gold egg as he sang songs and told stories. He wasn’t in the habit of talking about his life but it had seemed right at the time to make the girl more at ease around him and it seemed right again to continue the tale with more details to perhaps explain why he was so broken over Jada’s loss.
His hands slowly trailed down from Indivara’s back to rest on her hips to shift his hold as he began to lean back. V’ler waited only long enough for the girl to change the way her legs rested so he could lie on his bed properly without arching over her at some odd angle and stared up at the ceiling once he was settled. “He assumed he’d keep to himself and simply study since most people were a waste of his time but almost immediately he was noticed by one of the sons of a Harper that lived at the Hall. His name was Litir and they became loyal friends that studied together and played together in the rare free time allotted them. Litir had a little sister that idolized her brother and always tagged along – or at least tried to. She usually lurked around the corner or the other side of the door, watching the boys play.”
He paused to take another deep breath though his gaze never left the ceiling. His fingers played in small circles on Indivara’s thighs absently, a gesture borne of needing to keep their contact combined with the way his hands were usually moving whether from playing the guitar or putting ideas to paper. “They were almost like brothers and because of that, they kept in touch despite one going off to various Holds around the Northern continent to share his knowledge through songs and lessons. One day, he returned to Harper Hall to have Litir tell him the little sister vanished without a word. It was upsetting and he ignored all the rumours that flew around about it. Some time passed and he was back again at the Hall taking a break, which was both a mistake and a blessing as a bluerider stole him away to a mysterious land never before seen. Oddly enough, that was where he found the little sister. A vow was made to watch over her, keep her safe in Litir’s absence, and pick up the friendship that had never fully blossomed in the past.”
V’ler fell silent then and only glanced away from his stunning ceiling when a wisp of cold air brushed his left cheek. Vex and Quill had rejoined him and both sat on his pillow eyeing him with concern showing in their expressive eyes but they stayed where they were, likely due to Veeth insisting they give him a bit of space for the moment.
At least Indivara attempted to resume their regularly scheduled routine of bickering in that moment and while she missed the usual sharpness in her words, V’ler managed something that almost passed as a smile. “Ditto,” he managed to whisper before lips were on his. Green eyes rimmed in red from tears were wide as V’ler continued to sit there frozen as he rushed to catch up to what happened. The kiss was over before he managed and he regarded Indivara for a long moment as he registered what had happened and why. It seemed to be another coping mechanism; a moment of understanding shared between two hearts that ached for the loss of someone dear.
As the silence stretched and V’ler couldn’t do anything except replay Jada’s final moments over and over in his mind, he finally gave a long shaky sigh and looked at Indivara, trying to catch her gaze with his. “Do you remember the story of the farm boy that became a Harper?” It was his own life’s story told in third person though he knew Indivara knew the truth of it. It had been told, again on a whim, the night he had done his best to distract Indivara from the horror of what spilled from the ruined gold egg as he sang songs and told stories. He wasn’t in the habit of talking about his life but it had seemed right at the time to make the girl more at ease around him and it seemed right again to continue the tale with more details to perhaps explain why he was so broken over Jada’s loss.
His hands slowly trailed down from Indivara’s back to rest on her hips to shift his hold as he began to lean back. V’ler waited only long enough for the girl to change the way her legs rested so he could lie on his bed properly without arching over her at some odd angle and stared up at the ceiling once he was settled. “He assumed he’d keep to himself and simply study since most people were a waste of his time but almost immediately he was noticed by one of the sons of a Harper that lived at the Hall. His name was Litir and they became loyal friends that studied together and played together in the rare free time allotted them. Litir had a little sister that idolized her brother and always tagged along – or at least tried to. She usually lurked around the corner or the other side of the door, watching the boys play.”
He paused to take another deep breath though his gaze never left the ceiling. His fingers played in small circles on Indivara’s thighs absently, a gesture borne of needing to keep their contact combined with the way his hands were usually moving whether from playing the guitar or putting ideas to paper. “They were almost like brothers and because of that, they kept in touch despite one going off to various Holds around the Northern continent to share his knowledge through songs and lessons. One day, he returned to Harper Hall to have Litir tell him the little sister vanished without a word. It was upsetting and he ignored all the rumours that flew around about it. Some time passed and he was back again at the Hall taking a break, which was both a mistake and a blessing as a bluerider stole him away to a mysterious land never before seen. Oddly enough, that was where he found the little sister. A vow was made to watch over her, keep her safe in Litir’s absence, and pick up the friendship that had never fully blossomed in the past.”
V’ler fell silent then and only glanced away from his stunning ceiling when a wisp of cold air brushed his left cheek. Vex and Quill had rejoined him and both sat on his pillow eyeing him with concern showing in their expressive eyes but they stayed where they were, likely due to Veeth insisting they give him a bit of space for the moment.
