04-24-2022, 04:11 PM
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leave it to snownose to listen to him speak, and linger upon the hidden adorations, even though the words not be directed in such a manner. "take it as you will if it so pleases, though you know full well my intention." he does not completely disregard their observation, though he does nothing to extend further upon it. it is snow's coming words and actions that bother and raise the slightest bit of concern. an off handed comment that lays heavily upon his conscience. chances are, snow likely could easily dive into his memories and pick out the information that they so desired spoken. if they tried, they could very much likely pick apart the thoughts that are running through his head at present.
(he knows full well what he has pushed down repressed into the depths of his memories, stifled and muted thoughts replaced with that of the burning ambition that now drives his actions and clouds his thoughts. memories that he begrudgingly relives in his sleep, clouding his mind, making him jump so much as a cloud's shadow suddenly fall down upon him. what will snownose think of him should he bring these thoughts to light? how could he face them with the truth that fear and foreboding drive his every move, thought, and word. there is nothing more that he wishes then to show them that he is strong; that he can withstand the rage of turmoil that heaves itself upon him. how could he face them and tell him that he too is naught more than that of a scared, forgotten pup? motherless and alone. afraid to accept the warm embrace of a friend and a lover ere he lose them too.)
for a while, dragonsbane is unsure of how to answer. he does not even know what to think. what to make of the comment, so out of character from their lips. (it is true he has unconsciously wished for snownose to snap at him, to react with hostility out of sheer curiosity wondering whether or not that they even could. it is nothing to that of what he has received in actuality.) however, as moments pass on, the pieces (whether or not they were deliberately intended in such a manner) begin to fall into place, and the gears in his head turn. "now don't you see that some manners are best handled through a course of direct action?" he pauses for a moment to think. he is speaking as soon as the words come to his head, though his thoughts yet run sluggishly. once more has snownose apologized, but bane casts it aside, lingering on the statement just prior. "is that what you desire now? to take control of what you can not obtain through mere pleasantries?" bane allows his gaze to remain locked onto snownose's, intense and unwavering. had he not already been seated beside them, he would surely be up in their business.
"i will not stop you." a statement as cold as it was inviting. "i shall handle no ill thoughts should you do so, nor shall i conceal anything from you. is that not what you so fervently desire? the truth?" he is testing them, quite obviously. almost begging for snownose to reach out and take it for themself. bane is a soul of action, not of diplomacy or of patience. he has made it no secret that he finds disagreement in the way that the other handles their problems, through words and gentle persuasion. though he does not desire for his business to be known nor his struggles common knowledge to the one he can not (and, loathing to admit, does not desire to) escape, he will not hide should snow come to accept such views and methods of execution. after all, they were right: bane is all but an open book. all that they have to do is reach step forwards and grasp the right key for themself. and so he sits, watching snownose with expectance, and a morbid inquiry.
(he knows full well what he has pushed down repressed into the depths of his memories, stifled and muted thoughts replaced with that of the burning ambition that now drives his actions and clouds his thoughts. memories that he begrudgingly relives in his sleep, clouding his mind, making him jump so much as a cloud's shadow suddenly fall down upon him. what will snownose think of him should he bring these thoughts to light? how could he face them with the truth that fear and foreboding drive his every move, thought, and word. there is nothing more that he wishes then to show them that he is strong; that he can withstand the rage of turmoil that heaves itself upon him. how could he face them and tell him that he too is naught more than that of a scared, forgotten pup? motherless and alone. afraid to accept the warm embrace of a friend and a lover ere he lose them too.)
for a while, dragonsbane is unsure of how to answer. he does not even know what to think. what to make of the comment, so out of character from their lips. (it is true he has unconsciously wished for snownose to snap at him, to react with hostility out of sheer curiosity wondering whether or not that they even could. it is nothing to that of what he has received in actuality.) however, as moments pass on, the pieces (whether or not they were deliberately intended in such a manner) begin to fall into place, and the gears in his head turn. "now don't you see that some manners are best handled through a course of direct action?" he pauses for a moment to think. he is speaking as soon as the words come to his head, though his thoughts yet run sluggishly. once more has snownose apologized, but bane casts it aside, lingering on the statement just prior. "is that what you desire now? to take control of what you can not obtain through mere pleasantries?" bane allows his gaze to remain locked onto snownose's, intense and unwavering. had he not already been seated beside them, he would surely be up in their business.
"i will not stop you." a statement as cold as it was inviting. "i shall handle no ill thoughts should you do so, nor shall i conceal anything from you. is that not what you so fervently desire? the truth?" he is testing them, quite obviously. almost begging for snownose to reach out and take it for themself. bane is a soul of action, not of diplomacy or of patience. he has made it no secret that he finds disagreement in the way that the other handles their problems, through words and gentle persuasion. though he does not desire for his business to be known nor his struggles common knowledge to the one he can not (and, loathing to admit, does not desire to) escape, he will not hide should snow come to accept such views and methods of execution. after all, they were right: bane is all but an open book. all that they have to do is reach step forwards and grasp the right key for themself. and so he sits, watching snownose with expectance, and a morbid inquiry.
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