It irked him that the other continued to call him a child, despite his own nickname for the Ancient being irritable. For Ruth it merely reminded him of his childhood, a time he’d sooner forget than be reminded of constantly, especially now his father and the clan had found their way to Arlathan. Only a slight tension washed over him with the word, eye rolling bitterly, but his mouth made no motion to answer, only his shoulders bounced in affirmation.
A hand made to cover a mocked gasp, Ruth’s tone marginally teasing and sarcastic. “Aw, is Revas a romantic? I should have guessed as much.” Of course he was, what ancient wasn’t? He’d snort though, finding the idea that they perhaps had had more in common, how unfortunate the means to transverse time was impossible. “But someone to care for? Pfft.” his head shook, expression turning into a scowl. “Love is for idiots. Was made an idiot once before, and once was too many in my opinion. It works for some I suppose. Saps and simps, but each to their own.”
The Stoner and Nairn came to mind, but the pair were quickly pushed aside else the anger swell again with Nairn’s apparent survival and decade of stalking. No, instead he went for the easy open, his tongue quickly making use of Revas’s own words. “As for my mouth, it has a variety talents. I’ve been going easy on you Gramps, I haven’t even gotten to the ageplay aspect yet.”
There was a sharp look of suspicion weighed across his brow as Revas agreed. That was new. Usually people prodded, wanting to know things, the Stoner would prod on occasion, though Ruth was sure she knew exactly why he hadn’t been home. Home. Fuck. “Well… good. He is someone I’d rather not discuss.” Yet the questions, the anger still burned in his mind, in his jaw clenched stare that bore into the stone floor.
“I don’t doubt what you’ve got on is important, but you gotta learn how to talk to people a little better. Everything and everyone are a lot different which, yeah, I get cos you napped a heap and missed it.” He’d sigh, adjusting the blanket some. “Must be shit, missing all the best and worst bits of history.” Then came Revas’s speech, observations of the healers countenance. To some, it might have garnered some more defensive posturing, but the younger elf was tired, both physically and mentally, his worries and troubles along with the night's events taking their toll.
“How very observant of you.” Offering him a passing glance Ruth sank back against the rock behind, his body's temperature finally warming with the fire and blanket. “There are reasons and there is genuinity in my answers if one cares to look. I’m rather an honest bastard really. I just understand people have their own agendas and I refuse to be used as fodder, again, in gaining whatever it is they wish to attain.”
A hand made to cover a mocked gasp, Ruth’s tone marginally teasing and sarcastic. “Aw, is Revas a romantic? I should have guessed as much.” Of course he was, what ancient wasn’t? He’d snort though, finding the idea that they perhaps had had more in common, how unfortunate the means to transverse time was impossible. “But someone to care for? Pfft.” his head shook, expression turning into a scowl. “Love is for idiots. Was made an idiot once before, and once was too many in my opinion. It works for some I suppose. Saps and simps, but each to their own.”
The Stoner and Nairn came to mind, but the pair were quickly pushed aside else the anger swell again with Nairn’s apparent survival and decade of stalking. No, instead he went for the easy open, his tongue quickly making use of Revas’s own words. “As for my mouth, it has a variety talents. I’ve been going easy on you Gramps, I haven’t even gotten to the ageplay aspect yet.”
There was a sharp look of suspicion weighed across his brow as Revas agreed. That was new. Usually people prodded, wanting to know things, the Stoner would prod on occasion, though Ruth was sure she knew exactly why he hadn’t been home. Home. Fuck. “Well… good. He is someone I’d rather not discuss.” Yet the questions, the anger still burned in his mind, in his jaw clenched stare that bore into the stone floor.
“I don’t doubt what you’ve got on is important, but you gotta learn how to talk to people a little better. Everything and everyone are a lot different which, yeah, I get cos you napped a heap and missed it.” He’d sigh, adjusting the blanket some. “Must be shit, missing all the best and worst bits of history.” Then came Revas’s speech, observations of the healers countenance. To some, it might have garnered some more defensive posturing, but the younger elf was tired, both physically and mentally, his worries and troubles along with the night's events taking their toll.
“How very observant of you.” Offering him a passing glance Ruth sank back against the rock behind, his body's temperature finally warming with the fire and blanket. “There are reasons and there is genuinity in my answers if one cares to look. I’m rather an honest bastard really. I just understand people have their own agendas and I refuse to be used as fodder, again, in gaining whatever it is they wish to attain.”
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