reticence: (head down)
Faolan ([personal profile] reticence) wrote 2015-04-08 11:22 am (UTC)

Faolan watches Lancelot with Bridei, watches how naturally he handles him, casually flipping him over to tickle him as he does. The little dragon had seemed to enjoy sitting and listening to him play and sing. For he had been singing as well, after all, although Lancelot hadn't mentioned that part as directly as the harp since. He has been catching himself humming to Bridei here and there, so far luckily when Lancelot had been away. Until now.

His friend, he says, and it's not the first time Lancelot has reassured him with such words but Faolan finds himself tongue-tied anyway. Friendship. Trust. Such things have never come easy for him, not in a long while. And yet he knows he will find, if he searches himself, both in the man sitting across from him.

"I suppose," Faolan says slowly, awkwardly, not quite able to meet Lancelot's gaze, "that we will learn in time whether he will be still for every sitting or whether, in time, the novelty will fade, then..." Which of course, if one reads between the lines, is another statement as well. I will play then. If it will make us all happy, then I will try.

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