[ While Nathaniel isn't looking, Alistair is nodding along anyway, a faint furrow between his eyebrows. Eamon -- maybe. It's been twelve years. Surely even he wouldn't try to maneuver around Anora for the sake of a sixty-four year old king who's been imprisoned for Maker knows how long and isn't going to be producing any new heirs.
He's thinking. Real thoughts and everything. So he looks a little startled by the movement when Nathaniel looks at him, and immediately cocks an eyebrow, like bringing up a shield. ]
You do want me to talk about my feelings, [ he says. He can't help it. It's better than thinking about how scraped-empty he feels nearly all the time, and how even you're no son of mine would fill the gap, the same way making the boys at the abbey hate him proved they knew he was there -- rejection would be fine, a bad end wouldn't be just nothing --
He doesn't want to dwell. Listening to himself talk is easier. ]
This is momentous. I'll have to write down the date. [ The eyebrow lowers, not quite all the way, and he adds, ] I'm going. If they don't like it they can try to beat me to him.
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Date: 2017-01-03 08:51 pm (UTC)From:He's thinking. Real thoughts and everything. So he looks a little startled by the movement when Nathaniel looks at him, and immediately cocks an eyebrow, like bringing up a shield. ]
You do want me to talk about my feelings, [ he says. He can't help it. It's better than thinking about how scraped-empty he feels nearly all the time, and how even you're no son of mine would fill the gap, the same way making the boys at the abbey hate him proved they knew he was there -- rejection would be fine, a bad end wouldn't be just nothing --
He doesn't want to dwell. Listening to himself talk is easier. ]
This is momentous. I'll have to write down the date. [ The eyebrow lowers, not quite all the way, and he adds, ] I'm going. If they don't like it they can try to beat me to him.