If he was a flower, he was one of those segade plants from the Waste. They seemed to do just fine without water. Or purpose. Or direction. They did have the sunlight aspect going for them, however.
Rav started to shut his eyes again. He really didn't need to be told any of this. He recognised that Fiona was just trying to help, but still, it wasn't like he hadn't had plenty of time to realise this maybe.
The smaller Andoran took a hold of his shirt, propping his eyes wide open. He just let himself be guided in towards her. It was easier to simply submit than to think for himself.
"I rescind my earlier promise."
Rav barely felt the impression of Fiona's fist against his chest moments later. Instead of having butterflies in his stomach, he felt like he was hefting about an anchor. She had offered him a literal lifeline, and just as quickly snatched it away. I should have said anything. A bitter thought. And she shouldn't have tricked me like that. Even more bitter.
He pulled himself up straight, both physically and mentally. He didn't need a mere Accepted to tell him about his confidence or his courage. If you bloody wanted it, then you made a fine mess in trashing it. The blood inside his veins seemed to boil, and even as he realised that an irrational anger was building up and getting ready to burst, Ravak let himself get washed away by it. The angular plains of his face seemed to harden. Katrie called it "That Face"; the expression he used when he was a world away from being impressed. Well, Fiona was receiving the Gaidin Captain's vehement scowl now.
There was a multitude of ways Ravak wanted to unleash his anger. It ranged from the absurd to the violent and back again. He forced his hands into his crowded pockets, removing any chance of drawing his swords in outrage.
In the end, he just gave the Accepted a dirty look before he stormed off into the market. He barged through people, knocking into elbows and shoulders without care or interest. He didn't even know where he was going, so long as it was away from that prissy upstart.
Rav started to shut his eyes again. He really didn't need to be told any of this. He recognised that Fiona was just trying to help, but still, it wasn't like he hadn't had plenty of time to realise this maybe.
The smaller Andoran took a hold of his shirt, propping his eyes wide open. He just let himself be guided in towards her. It was easier to simply submit than to think for himself.
"I rescind my earlier promise."
Rav barely felt the impression of Fiona's fist against his chest moments later. Instead of having butterflies in his stomach, he felt like he was hefting about an anchor. She had offered him a literal lifeline, and just as quickly snatched it away. I should have said anything. A bitter thought. And she shouldn't have tricked me like that. Even more bitter.
He pulled himself up straight, both physically and mentally. He didn't need a mere Accepted to tell him about his confidence or his courage. If you bloody wanted it, then you made a fine mess in trashing it. The blood inside his veins seemed to boil, and even as he realised that an irrational anger was building up and getting ready to burst, Ravak let himself get washed away by it. The angular plains of his face seemed to harden. Katrie called it "That Face"; the expression he used when he was a world away from being impressed. Well, Fiona was receiving the Gaidin Captain's vehement scowl now.
There was a multitude of ways Ravak wanted to unleash his anger. It ranged from the absurd to the violent and back again. He forced his hands into his crowded pockets, removing any chance of drawing his swords in outrage.
In the end, he just gave the Accepted a dirty look before he stormed off into the market. He barged through people, knocking into elbows and shoulders without care or interest. He didn't even know where he was going, so long as it was away from that prissy upstart.