...You're right, that it's similar. My sister and I can't really be together. I write her often, but that's all I can really do. I gave that up, and everything associated with being a Ravus, when I chose to join the Knights Ardante - to dedicate myself to [ sazantos-san ] ...to becoming the Flameguard.
[ mmm. he closes his mouth, for a moment, that bittersweet, softly sad feeling rising up in his chest like it always does, nowadays, when he thinks about sazantos. he's about to step down that path of his own thoughts, a twisted, brambled thing of regrets and sorrow, when violet offers her hand.
and...what a sweet offer. it surprises rondo a little - in this moment, he's reminded of alaune, in the kind gesture that speaks a thousand words with barely just a few, in the genuineness of her attempt to help. he can feel himself - embarrassingly, rondo feels himself tear up a little, and when he smiles at violet, it's warm and soft. ]
... I'd like that a lot, Miss Violet. [ weh. he lifts his own hand - also in leather gloves, his usual knight's uniform as pristine as it was the day he arrived - and very gently sets it in hers. ] Thank you.
[ and - when he looks up and spots the ears, he lets out a little noise, a soft laugh, and then shakes his head, looking down at his teacup. ]
The young lady must have appreciated your kindness. [ he gives her hand, heavy as it is, a little squeeze. ] As I do, now.
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...You're right, that it's similar. My sister and I can't really be together. I write her often, but that's all I can really do. I gave that up, and everything associated with being a Ravus, when I chose to join the Knights Ardante - to dedicate myself to [ sazantos-san ] ...to becoming the Flameguard.
[ mmm. he closes his mouth, for a moment, that bittersweet, softly sad feeling rising up in his chest like it always does, nowadays, when he thinks about sazantos. he's about to step down that path of his own thoughts, a twisted, brambled thing of regrets and sorrow, when violet offers her hand.
and...what a sweet offer. it surprises rondo a little - in this moment, he's reminded of alaune, in the kind gesture that speaks a thousand words with barely just a few, in the genuineness of her attempt to help. he can feel himself - embarrassingly, rondo feels himself tear up a little, and when he smiles at violet, it's warm and soft. ]
... I'd like that a lot, Miss Violet. [ weh. he lifts his own hand - also in leather gloves, his usual knight's uniform as pristine as it was the day he arrived - and very gently sets it in hers. ] Thank you.
[ and - when he looks up and spots the ears, he lets out a little noise, a soft laugh, and then shakes his head, looking down at his teacup. ]
The young lady must have appreciated your kindness. [ he gives her hand, heavy as it is, a little squeeze. ] As I do, now.