You're the only one I've shared this weakness with. ( he doesn't allow exasperation to seep into his voice, because he understands where laurent is coming from. laurent may not understand, but neither did aspen when he was only nineteen and just barely ripped away from his past slave master and abuser. he'd asked for help then, of course. he had not asked to know the dark depression king amir had gone through. he had not asked for power put in his lap as the king's blade. but when he realized what they were for - and it had to be his own revelation, he realized later, or else he wouldn't understand - it was a sort of power aspen relished in. ) I know that if I do something you think is foolish, I would probably think it's foolish too - your response tells me I'm right in that, as I wouldn't have shared this with you if I didn't think I might need this weakness exploited. If for some reason I knowingly do something foolish, you might as well know how to stop me. If you felt inclined.
( he takes the tea back gingerly, taking a few more sips to warm himself up and cool his shadow down before packing it away back into his leather satchel. )
Ah, 'I don't want anything from you' he says while nuzzling my scarf. ( he raises an eyebrow at laurent and looks at him with a sly look. ) What wou--hrk!
( all of a sudden, his eyes grow wide and he clutches his chest, heaving in what is clear pain. he blinks quickly, bewildered and suddenly uncertain, only straightening after a few moments as the pain ebbs. but instead of the sharp pain, there's an ache there. it's similar to what he felt before, what spurred him onward - but it wasn't this sharp before. )
What in the... nngh. ( when he tries to move, he winces fiercely. it makes his breath shaky and shallow. aspen pulls into himself, his usually sunny or matter-of-fact expressions gone and replaced by genuine fear and pain. it doesn't look right on his face. )
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You're the only one I've shared this weakness with. ( he doesn't allow exasperation to seep into his voice, because he understands where laurent is coming from. laurent may not understand, but neither did aspen when he was only nineteen and just barely ripped away from his past slave master and abuser. he'd asked for help then, of course. he had not asked to know the dark depression king amir had gone through. he had not asked for power put in his lap as the king's blade. but when he realized what they were for - and it had to be his own revelation, he realized later, or else he wouldn't understand - it was a sort of power aspen relished in. ) I know that if I do something you think is foolish, I would probably think it's foolish too - your response tells me I'm right in that, as I wouldn't have shared this with you if I didn't think I might need this weakness exploited. If for some reason I knowingly do something foolish, you might as well know how to stop me. If you felt inclined.
( he takes the tea back gingerly, taking a few more sips to warm himself up and cool his shadow down before packing it away back into his leather satchel. )
Ah, 'I don't want anything from you' he says while nuzzling my scarf. ( he raises an eyebrow at laurent and looks at him with a sly look. ) What wou--hrk!
( all of a sudden, his eyes grow wide and he clutches his chest, heaving in what is clear pain. he blinks quickly, bewildered and suddenly uncertain, only straightening after a few moments as the pain ebbs. but instead of the sharp pain, there's an ache there. it's similar to what he felt before, what spurred him onward - but it wasn't this sharp before. )
What in the... nngh. ( when he tries to move, he winces fiercely. it makes his breath shaky and shallow. aspen pulls into himself, his usually sunny or matter-of-fact expressions gone and replaced by genuine fear and pain. it doesn't look right on his face. )