04-28-2021, 12:17 PM
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ARLO MAXIMUS
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Home. That word had never felt so.. unbelieveable. Somewhere to call their own, somewhere you could relax with a loved one and just.. exist. No problems, just heavenly peace. And, somehow, it was so unachievable. So out of reach, for Arlo, it felt like a myth. A legend, something that was only written in storybooks and novels about other people's life. Never your own, and never enough to consider that it was.. real. Maybe, when other people around you started to concieve that thought, have children.. His head shook, lifting himself out of a deadly circle of thoughts.
He imagined that. He had to have imagined that word ringing in his head, so clear. The emotions he felt in his gut, upset and relief, those weren't his. Slowly, Arlo picked himself up from where he had been perching, halfway up Vanguard's Point, and slowly wandered out to the group welcoming Aesior back.
And something in him shattered. What was that, relief he was feeling? Utter content with the situation, that he was back? Why? He and Aesior didn't owe eachother anything. There wasn't.. was there something there? Arlo turned his head away, bitterly gritting his teeth and flattening his ears. It was selfish, to leave and then come back like that.. Arlo looked back forward, clearing his throat. Professionalism, Arlo. You've got appearances to keep up, Mr. Maximus. "Welcome back." He couldn't even keep his voice together, the tone cracking at it's seams.
"speech"
He imagined that. He had to have imagined that word ringing in his head, so clear. The emotions he felt in his gut, upset and relief, those weren't his. Slowly, Arlo picked himself up from where he had been perching, halfway up Vanguard's Point, and slowly wandered out to the group welcoming Aesior back.
And something in him shattered. What was that, relief he was feeling? Utter content with the situation, that he was back? Why? He and Aesior didn't owe eachother anything. There wasn't.. was there something there? Arlo turned his head away, bitterly gritting his teeth and flattening his ears. It was selfish, to leave and then come back like that.. Arlo looked back forward, clearing his throat. Professionalism, Arlo. You've got appearances to keep up, Mr. Maximus. "Welcome back." He couldn't even keep his voice together, the tone cracking at it's seams.
"speech"
— Reggan