[ there's nothing else to say without jayce sounding entitled— he goes quiet, simmering beneath his silenced surface and accepts the apology, even if part of him still wants lash out somewhere and that's not because of sharon.
he needs a tree to be on the other end of his temper. one that at times feels alien to him, unlike him— but a lot of things changed since that ravine. ]
. . . We've all got our burdens to bear. [ and that's it. with a sigh that comes from squeezing his temples, he thinks: ] Think I'm at my limit for today, though.
[ he's just— not in the mood anymore, but he's trying to be polite about it. it's exhausting and the worst is that he can't even sleep it off. there is a dark sort of writhing in him that just wishes to disappear for a while, an old nightmare beckoning always, at his heels, at every year of age. but he's here, now. alive when he'd decided not to be. so— who knows. he's going to try and crack a book, or find good sticks to carve. make some prototypes. ]
If you want to know anything else, shoot.
[ he'll be curt. he's being curt, now. less mentally bare, but that's for the good of them both.
the wounds have peeled open when they've once scabbed. he has every damn good reason to hate her. he's still drilling himself to not do that. he's damn well better than that. ]
[ He's still angry, heat rolling off him like a kiln in the Murmur, and while a part of her remains curious, still brimming with questions, she pulls back, giving him the space he needs. ]
There's nothing else right now. [ She pauses, the silence stretching just a heartbeat before she adds, softer, ] Thanks for your honesty, Jayce. [ Because it matters. Whether or not she agrees with him, the fact that he offered her his truth means more than she can easily put into words. ]
[ and honesty had everything to do with being a decent human being. he was brought up that way, and never has he changed that. something to . . . be proud of, at least. maybe his mother would be happy something wasn't lost in the way he was reshaped. ]
Good night, Sharon.
[ jayce bows out quietly, after that. a show of an olive branch, since his frustrations had nothing to do with her. he just needed some air, and is thankful for the space given. ]
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he needs a tree to be on the other end of his temper. one that at times feels alien to him, unlike him— but a lot of things changed since that ravine. ]
. . . We've all got our burdens to bear. [ and that's it. with a sigh that comes from squeezing his temples, he thinks: ] Think I'm at my limit for today, though.
[ he's just— not in the mood anymore, but he's trying to be polite about it. it's exhausting and the worst is that he can't even sleep it off. there is a dark sort of writhing in him that just wishes to disappear for a while, an old nightmare beckoning always, at his heels, at every year of age. but he's here, now. alive when he'd decided not to be. so— who knows. he's going to try and crack a book, or find good sticks to carve. make some prototypes. ]
If you want to know anything else, shoot.
[ he'll be curt. he's being curt, now. less mentally bare, but that's for the good of them both.
the wounds have peeled open when they've once scabbed. he has every damn good reason to hate her. he's still drilling himself to not do that. he's damn well better than that. ]
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There's nothing else right now. [ She pauses, the silence stretching just a heartbeat before she adds, softer, ] Thanks for your honesty, Jayce. [ Because it matters. Whether or not she agrees with him, the fact that he offered her his truth means more than she can easily put into words. ]
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[ and honesty had everything to do with being a decent human being. he was brought up that way, and never has he changed that. something to . . . be proud of, at least. maybe his mother would be happy something wasn't lost in the way he was reshaped. ]
Good night, Sharon.
[ jayce bows out quietly, after that. a show of an olive branch, since his frustrations had nothing to do with her. he just needed some air, and is thankful for the space given. ]