No matter what Megara said to him in that moment, he heard none of it. She could have told him that Elgar'nan was in the next room just waiting to slaughter them all the moment he dared to drop his guard, he would not have cared one bit. Nothing mattered save the glimmer of recognition in his friend's eyes. He had grieved, battled within himself across the centuries for what had happened. For all he had fled from, simply because he hadn't been strong enough, it was why he had pushed himself once he had agreed to aid Mythal. He had failed once, it would not ever happen again, he would make sure he was strong enough if that bastard ever showed his face again. Lines were blurred and he'd had to be polite to that man, but he hadn't forgotten. A ruler that had abandoned his own kingdom and people as they were being massacred, what sort of man was he to do that? It should have been him, not any of them.
Yet one had survived. Alaric.
A foolish horrid spark of hope bloomed in his chest, a what if in the back of his mind. His body not quite his own to control as he stepped forward, as arms wrapped around his dear friend in a crushing, half-shaking embrace. For a moment he buried his face, hid from the world against his shoulder and just breathed. Sucked in air as he listened, he would not shatter here, not before those that would not understand. But it was a hard fought moment to contain the anguish once buried deep now swelling to the surface. Revas could not see, more feel his hands shaking outside of his command even as he gripped uselessly at fabric. [color=#008e02]"I missed you, so damn much."[/color] It was not enough, not nearly enough to begin to convey everything that rushed through him. It was a start.
[color=#c0f0c6]"About eight months now, I haven't... I didn't- can we talk properly, later?"[/color] Words spoken, but not aloud, jumbled and a mess even as he delivered them into Alaric's mind. A deep exhale, a low inhale before he eased up his grip upon his friend. Body now back under his control for the moment, it was a front and a damn good one, no one else needed to see him like that. [color=#008e02]"Long enough, though not quite that long. You'll have to tell me what I've missed while I was still sleeping falon."[/color] Rather then bother stick to his native tongue, he switched to mirror the elder's words in common. He did not need further questions from Megara or Ruth about why he was saying things in such a manner on top of everything else. Nevertheless he had not let go completely, and probably wouldn't for a while.
Yet one had survived. Alaric.
A foolish horrid spark of hope bloomed in his chest, a what if in the back of his mind. His body not quite his own to control as he stepped forward, as arms wrapped around his dear friend in a crushing, half-shaking embrace. For a moment he buried his face, hid from the world against his shoulder and just breathed. Sucked in air as he listened, he would not shatter here, not before those that would not understand. But it was a hard fought moment to contain the anguish once buried deep now swelling to the surface. Revas could not see, more feel his hands shaking outside of his command even as he gripped uselessly at fabric. [color=#008e02]"I missed you, so damn much."[/color] It was not enough, not nearly enough to begin to convey everything that rushed through him. It was a start.
[color=#c0f0c6]"About eight months now, I haven't... I didn't- can we talk properly, later?"[/color] Words spoken, but not aloud, jumbled and a mess even as he delivered them into Alaric's mind. A deep exhale, a low inhale before he eased up his grip upon his friend. Body now back under his control for the moment, it was a front and a damn good one, no one else needed to see him like that. [color=#008e02]"Long enough, though not quite that long. You'll have to tell me what I've missed while I was still sleeping falon."[/color] Rather then bother stick to his native tongue, he switched to mirror the elder's words in common. He did not need further questions from Megara or Ruth about why he was saying things in such a manner on top of everything else. Nevertheless he had not let go completely, and probably wouldn't for a while.
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