roi knew him when he was little and shy, when he cried easily. roi knew he was a bit of a loner, that he tended to be introverted and a little odd. roi could find the mask of composure he's taught himself to wear and get a smile out of him that lit up his eyes in a way that so very few things do, nowadays. roi was the sun to temenos' moon, and now here he is, shining once again, like nothing ever happened. for all he knows, the pontiff is awaiting them both, for dinner and evening services, like a normal day in flamechurch.
(something about this is wrong. he should know better. he needs to know better.)
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[ temenos says, so naturally, so easily, a chuckle. it's a little mean in the way he's always just a little mean, but it's so fond, impossibly so.
his chest aches with the tenderness of it all, of a life that used to be. he'd even said to throné, just a few days ago, how much she would have liked him. who wouldn't? how nice it might have been, to introduce roi to the travelers, to share their joys with him, their sorrows, their family. because they are his family as much as roi was - the family he found on his own. he likes to think he'd be proud, that he'd love them, too.
there are so many things he wants to tell him, in this warm little moment. about the truth he found, but other things too. about the travelers. about the tenuous thread he thinks might exist between him and throné, that could maybe, maybe exist between him and roi, too. they could have been blood all along. not that it matters. roi is his dearest friend because roi is his brother.
roi knew him when he was little and shy, when he cried easily. roi knew he was a bit of a loner, that he tended to be introverted and a little odd. roi could find the mask of composure he's taught himself to wear and get a smile out of him that lit up his eyes in a way that so very few things do, nowadays. roi was the sun to temenos' moon, and now here he is, shining once again, like nothing ever happened. for all he knows, the pontiff is awaiting them both, for dinner and evening services, like a normal day in flamechurch.
(something about this is wrong. he should know better. he needs to know better.)
but he doesn't. he lets roi reach out to him.
(7. :grimacing:) ]