04-22-2022, 01:38 PM
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there is little that he can say. snownose's words fall upon his ears. it's not what they say as much as it is them saying it, and how. while bane finds no qualms in speaking the blunt of his mind, there is little to no pleasure in directing his temper towards the one who treats him right. always has snownose been there for him, and always have they worked with and navigated him through near... everything. and he knows for them he owes respite. a task far easier in a spoken word than it was to execute. "i am not upset, i am..." words trail off in a moment's thought, ushered from his lips before the dog has the chance to fully think it over. he is what? perturbed? forlorned? no, they do not sound good from the mouth, and so bane picks his next words carefully. ttt111 "tired." fair typical response. unique as it is genuine, despite yet harboring enough truth to sooth his mind, and to tell himself that he was not fibbing (he does not desire to shower snownose with lies, else they falter. he is unsure how either of them could take to a relationship webbed with deception). he tires of many things, traveling deeper than the amount of hours he shuts his eyes at night. an unplesent situation he has wormed his way into, but it is he who had opened his mouth and situated himself here.
"still your tongue, have i not told you to cease the apologetics?" bane's feelings and emotions are a hot mess that even he can not sort. "you'll be apologizing should the sun not rise, or the stars not shine." he mulls over the words, turning his gaze upon snownose and letting it rest. he knows that snow is wont to please, and even he can see it as admirable as it is infuriating at times. little a moment's hesitation rest between the other beckoning him forth and dragonsbane reclaiming his spot prior (he does not consider worming his way underneath the blanket, but he does gently press himself against it and snownose, leering a gaze). "if it bothers you so, speak. you will never get anywhere should you mute at the touch of resistance." it is a mindswt that bane has carried for many years now, though unlike snow, he cares little of perception. should he be beloathed at the price of ambition, so be it. nothing is earned without sacrifice. should snow care so greatly about bane's feelings, then they should be willing to stay adamant, even at the cost of inevitable backlash. this is how he see it work, and until they grow spine, the hound will say naught. he only does this out of love, to see them to (what he believes to be that of) fruition, even if they share not the same outlook and mindset on life. mayhaps another time.
psychologies aside, dragonsbane reaches down, mounding a small pile of snow against the body of his mug to cool it further. his mouth truly does hurt, tongue and roof numb and out of place. he licks his lips in annoyance mixed with that of discomfort, resisting the urge to press it against the snow in and of itself to cool. "should i had not known better, i'd believe it to be a taste akin to fire; by halone's fury it be what i deserve. now come, what matters did you want to suggest? be it by no surprise i'd suffer through boredom ere..." he says no more, shrugging as if the movement were to embody the whole prior 'talk about your feelings with me' therapedic scenario. it is the closest to an apology that snow is going to be able to muster up from him. he makes an effort to care, no matter how meager it may be.
"still your tongue, have i not told you to cease the apologetics?" bane's feelings and emotions are a hot mess that even he can not sort. "you'll be apologizing should the sun not rise, or the stars not shine." he mulls over the words, turning his gaze upon snownose and letting it rest. he knows that snow is wont to please, and even he can see it as admirable as it is infuriating at times. little a moment's hesitation rest between the other beckoning him forth and dragonsbane reclaiming his spot prior (he does not consider worming his way underneath the blanket, but he does gently press himself against it and snownose, leering a gaze). "if it bothers you so, speak. you will never get anywhere should you mute at the touch of resistance." it is a mindswt that bane has carried for many years now, though unlike snow, he cares little of perception. should he be beloathed at the price of ambition, so be it. nothing is earned without sacrifice. should snow care so greatly about bane's feelings, then they should be willing to stay adamant, even at the cost of inevitable backlash. this is how he see it work, and until they grow spine, the hound will say naught. he only does this out of love, to see them to (what he believes to be that of) fruition, even if they share not the same outlook and mindset on life. mayhaps another time.
psychologies aside, dragonsbane reaches down, mounding a small pile of snow against the body of his mug to cool it further. his mouth truly does hurt, tongue and roof numb and out of place. he licks his lips in annoyance mixed with that of discomfort, resisting the urge to press it against the snow in and of itself to cool. "should i had not known better, i'd believe it to be a taste akin to fire; by halone's fury it be what i deserve. now come, what matters did you want to suggest? be it by no surprise i'd suffer through boredom ere..." he says no more, shrugging as if the movement were to embody the whole prior 'talk about your feelings with me' therapedic scenario. it is the closest to an apology that snow is going to be able to muster up from him. he makes an effort to care, no matter how meager it may be.
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