[ There's some things outside of his control. He could choose his friends, but not his loyalties, his fate—his family. Even having left and come together again, contract long severed, he's in no place to reject her. Not when she's like this, full of the same stubborn, strong-willed softness that he'd found bother irksome and admirable in a Master. It hasn't changed with a 'demotion' to friendship—or more than that, apparently. From two strangers fighting a crowd (not even fighting together—their methods had been too different then, and they're still so different now) to this, full seasons later. He hadn't expected to last this long—enough time that he might rebuild a new life, and find a new man to call his brother. He had his pack, his fellow warriors that barely stood beside him in war, same as Audentes in general, but far fewer that he'd call his own. Emer, Fergus, Ferdiad, Scathach. His king, a god, and a son he never knew. People he was obliged to love from the very start to the bitter end.
And wasn't that Aqua to a T? Though, in this case, 'brother' wasn't quite right.
He responds with a pensive look, the last tingling of oxytocin and sober thought keeping him grounded. His hand stays closed as it drops to his side, like it's still holding something. Finally, ]
See ya, sis.
[ He takes off too, words barely out before he disappears in a shifting cloud of magic, making himself gone as quick as he can. Even if he's not in a rush to say goodbye—better safe than sorry. ]
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And wasn't that Aqua to a T? Though, in this case, 'brother' wasn't quite right.
He responds with a pensive look, the last tingling of oxytocin and sober thought keeping him grounded. His hand stays closed as it drops to his side, like it's still holding something. Finally, ]
See ya, sis.
[ He takes off too, words barely out before he disappears in a shifting cloud of magic, making himself gone as quick as he can. Even if he's not in a rush to say goodbye—better safe than sorry. ]