To him, the fact that others were present in the room beside Alaric mattered very little. Memories flashing back and forth within his mind, vivid color in one onto another, times of the past long since gone. Times in which he had very little to worry about, so little responsibility or duties to speak of, only there to experience the joy of life. The wonder of feeling such a wide variety of emotions for the first time in his existence, the pain that came along with it, and the eventual understanding that when some Elvhen had rejected his help in the past? It was for a good reason. Not all hurt could be healed simply by forgetting it, nor with a few simple words. Some things were more complex, in fact, a lot was, or maybe that was just him.
Of course, while he had come here to help Megara, having Ruth all but shove his way into things wasn't entirely unexpected either, merely a mild frustration at this point. Naturally even his presence fell to one side when his dear friend reminded him of one particular evening, one that if he recalled, he'd been scolded over for the rest of the following day too. Given he'd snuck down into the cellar and stolen what they'd been drinking from his father's stores, it wasn't surprising. Nor was his mother's insistence that he be left to suffer the headache rather then it be dealt with that morning after. What a painful day that had been, yet despite that the memory was a fond one, no matter the hangover that happened afterwards. None of this meant however, that he needed others knowing about it.
[color=#008e02]"No, we are not telling them about it. It put me off of peaches for a decade because of that."[/color] A fact he hadn't been happy about when his body had rejected the usually wonderfully tasting fruit. It was no wonder he stuck to hard liquor these days rather then anything fruit flavored, it wouldn't ruin his food or future sweet treats that way. 'Too much'? Revas wondered for what his friends definition of such a thing was, nevertheless, even despite his insistence of not sharing such a story. A ghost of a smile lingered, they had much to talk about without a doubt, but not here. Or now. In the moment, he would simply have to endure whatever tales of woe Al decided to share and hope they wouldn't be shared too far beyond this room.
Of course, while he had come here to help Megara, having Ruth all but shove his way into things wasn't entirely unexpected either, merely a mild frustration at this point. Naturally even his presence fell to one side when his dear friend reminded him of one particular evening, one that if he recalled, he'd been scolded over for the rest of the following day too. Given he'd snuck down into the cellar and stolen what they'd been drinking from his father's stores, it wasn't surprising. Nor was his mother's insistence that he be left to suffer the headache rather then it be dealt with that morning after. What a painful day that had been, yet despite that the memory was a fond one, no matter the hangover that happened afterwards. None of this meant however, that he needed others knowing about it.
[color=#008e02]"No, we are not telling them about it. It put me off of peaches for a decade because of that."[/color] A fact he hadn't been happy about when his body had rejected the usually wonderfully tasting fruit. It was no wonder he stuck to hard liquor these days rather then anything fruit flavored, it wouldn't ruin his food or future sweet treats that way. 'Too much'? Revas wondered for what his friends definition of such a thing was, nevertheless, even despite his insistence of not sharing such a story. A ghost of a smile lingered, they had much to talk about without a doubt, but not here. Or now. In the moment, he would simply have to endure whatever tales of woe Al decided to share and hope they wouldn't be shared too far beyond this room.
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