[ it's a futile cry that comes too late - he doesn't know what he was to say, other than rehashing their same, tired arguments. some part of viren wants to only think good riddance; it felt his son had caused him nothing but trouble since his arrival, in between snatches of familial affection. his fangs grit, an unpleasantness twisting in his stomach with soren's final parting words. his eyes fall to the hilt of the sword, holding nothing but new contempt for it. it felt like soren had gotten the best of him, somehow, again. ]
[ yes, he'd be better off in katolis. ]
[ viren exhales, the room seeming to echo with it with its emptiness, and forces himself to turn on his heel and away from the mirror. with an unpleasant clang, the tip of the sword scratches against the ground, and his grip on its hilt trembles. ]
[ with one last, bitter glance to the mirror, viren sweeps from the room to depart. ]
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Date: 2021-01-18 12:05 am (UTC)[ it's a futile cry that comes too late - he doesn't know what he was to say, other than rehashing their same, tired arguments. some part of viren wants to only think good riddance; it felt his son had caused him nothing but trouble since his arrival, in between snatches of familial affection. his fangs grit, an unpleasantness twisting in his stomach with soren's final parting words. his eyes fall to the hilt of the sword, holding nothing but new contempt for it. it felt like soren had gotten the best of him, somehow, again. ]
[ yes, he'd be better off in katolis. ]
[ viren exhales, the room seeming to echo with it with its emptiness, and forces himself to turn on his heel and away from the mirror. with an unpleasant clang, the tip of the sword scratches against the ground, and his grip on its hilt trembles. ]
[ with one last, bitter glance to the mirror, viren sweeps from the room to depart. ]