Post by Conan Breandan on Aug 7, 2011 19:16:36 GMT -5
"I wouldn't have allowed it,"
Conan met the man’s eyes squarely, looking past his own experiences with the man and trying to see into his heart. He saw loyalty and devotion, stubborn pride and fear of inadequacy. He nodded slightly, following the two into the living room. He took the far chair, moving it closer before sitting.
"Have a seat, Conan. I'll bring some refreshments."
He focused on Maebh, watching the tiredness in her face. She looked worn.
"Thank you for coming...I-- didn't mean to scare you. I glanced away for a second and the spell boomeranged back to hit me. Stunned, I could barely doge the falling building. If Reckony hadn't pulled me from the rubble. I'd be dead. As in not here.He doesn't deserve your resentment. He's a good man, Conan and I think I love him,"
“B'fhéidir nach bhfuil. Mheirlinne, Maebh, nach bhfuil fhios agat cé mhéad is mian liom go raibh mé anseo - conas is mian liom raibh mé in ann tú a chosaint níos fearr.”
He was the oldest, an elder brother in a society where the dangerous happened every day, and it happened magically. He’d loved his siblings, still did if he was forced to confess. But he wasn’t strong enough to confront his own fallacies, to face the fact that he was no use in a magical duel. His opponents would overpower him, he could not help his family, so he stayed away. It became easier over time, as he pushed them away, moved apart. Today had been an excellent reminder.
“Tá mé an duine is sine. Agus ní féidir liom a dhéanamh fiú mo phost.” He muttered, very low. He didn’t even touch the drink Reckony brought him. He didn’t dare have alcohol right now. He wouldn’t be able to handle it, he’d take another spiral like when he’d left his family’s wagons for the first and final time.
"So, Conan, where'd you travel in from? Do you have a place to stay? You're welcome to be here with Maebh if you wish. I have a spare cot."
“I drove from Wales.” He said, very calmly. He felt drained.
Conan met the man’s eyes squarely, looking past his own experiences with the man and trying to see into his heart. He saw loyalty and devotion, stubborn pride and fear of inadequacy. He nodded slightly, following the two into the living room. He took the far chair, moving it closer before sitting.
"Have a seat, Conan. I'll bring some refreshments."
He focused on Maebh, watching the tiredness in her face. She looked worn.
"Thank you for coming...I-- didn't mean to scare you. I glanced away for a second and the spell boomeranged back to hit me. Stunned, I could barely doge the falling building. If Reckony hadn't pulled me from the rubble. I'd be dead. As in not here.He doesn't deserve your resentment. He's a good man, Conan and I think I love him,"
“B'fhéidir nach bhfuil. Mheirlinne, Maebh, nach bhfuil fhios agat cé mhéad is mian liom go raibh mé anseo - conas is mian liom raibh mé in ann tú a chosaint níos fearr.”
He was the oldest, an elder brother in a society where the dangerous happened every day, and it happened magically. He’d loved his siblings, still did if he was forced to confess. But he wasn’t strong enough to confront his own fallacies, to face the fact that he was no use in a magical duel. His opponents would overpower him, he could not help his family, so he stayed away. It became easier over time, as he pushed them away, moved apart. Today had been an excellent reminder.
“Tá mé an duine is sine. Agus ní féidir liom a dhéanamh fiú mo phost.” He muttered, very low. He didn’t even touch the drink Reckony brought him. He didn’t dare have alcohol right now. He wouldn’t be able to handle it, he’d take another spiral like when he’d left his family’s wagons for the first and final time.
"So, Conan, where'd you travel in from? Do you have a place to stay? You're welcome to be here with Maebh if you wish. I have a spare cot."
“I drove from Wales.” He said, very calmly. He felt drained.