[ the burst of emotion rand feels when his eyes land on the hilt would be obvious even without their shared legacy.
it's there in how his eyes widen, in how he seems to stop breathing for a brief moment. it's there in the way he starts-stops to speak, a, ]
When...?
[ but because they do share a legacy, it's mostly there in the violent upswell of something like shock, and misery, and pure grief, intermingled. he does not reach out to take the sword hilt, gold heron gleaming on the surface, as if half-afraid it'd vanish like a mirage if he does. and he is, but mostly, he's
been composed, if very angry, in most of the time since abel saw him last, because he couldn't afford to be any less, could he, around people so ready to do him harm;
but mostly, his hands are clenching over his knees, as he starts to shake, breath catching somewhere in his throat with a choked sound, and
(if being around abel nightroad isn't safe, then there is no safety in all of horos)
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it's there in how his eyes widen, in how he seems to stop breathing for a brief moment. it's there in the way he starts-stops to speak, a, ]
When...?
[ but because they do share a legacy, it's mostly there in the violent upswell of something like shock, and misery, and pure grief, intermingled. he does not reach out to take the sword hilt, gold heron gleaming on the surface, as if half-afraid it'd vanish like a mirage if he does. and he is, but mostly, he's
been composed, if very angry, in most of the time since abel saw him last, because he couldn't afford to be any less, could he, around people so ready to do him harm;
but mostly, his hands are clenching over his knees, as he starts to shake, breath catching somewhere in his throat with a choked sound, and
(if being around abel nightroad isn't safe, then there is no safety in all of horos)
he drops his head and starts to cry. ]