Post by Progress on Jan 9, 2016 23:17:10 GMT -5
All too suddenly the soft swishing of their feet pushing through dry sand ceased and as Erasmus came to a halt behind his companion he had to wonder if he'd been too heavy-handed with the way he dealt with the situation. Not being one to coddle his subordinates he wasn't sure how else he could have done it beyond sitting her down and waiting on her hand and foot, but by then she'd be so undefended that the shock of his words would have caused much more damage. No, he'd certainly handled it the best way possible. If this was the fallout from that effort he didn't want to imagine what it would have looked like if he'd gone that extra step.
Nervously (Or was it impatiently?) Erasmus scratched the bridge of his nose as he allowed Evelynn the time she needed to get her thoughts together. It didn't matter what she chose to do; lie, dodge the conversation, brush it off, Erasmus would know the truth in the end. As much of a violation of privacy as it was, Evelynn's condition posed a problem, so the use of the Sight without consent was something he was willing to put her through. It was one of those instances where Erasmus believed it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Just as the urge to turn her around so that he could see her eyes began to rise she spoke and the words emerged slowly, the sentences reluctant to pass through her teeth. Visibly he leaned back on the balls of his feet, as if he'd been about to reach out and grab her.
Despite the lightheartedness with which she treated the situation Erasmus' expression was far from amused, the fact that she could joke about something this serious meant that she'd been dealing with it for quite a while. The only face Erasmus could pull was the face of troubled concern.
"Stranger things have happened." He tried to keep up with the jest but his tone of voice was off, devoid of joviality. The King perfectly understood that the consuming nature of the Hollow soul left no room for any other consciousness to share the spot at the top of the food-chain. "But no, I'm not suggesting anything as silly as that."
"Ironically," Obsession clarified. "My concerns have very little to do with the spiritual. I don't know much about your condition, and I'm not the man to be throwing around random diagnosis' of afflictions I'm not familiar with. I'm just concerned for your mental health. You've worked so hard to get where you are, and I'd hate to have to be the man to take it away from you because the state of your mind dictates that you're not fit for service... I don't want to be." He warned. "But I will be." That fact, and all of it's possible implications, were allowed to ruminate in the air for a moment before the King gently moved in and closed the distance between them, speaking in a lower and more private tone, as if that would prove his desire to help her.
"I don't want you to fall before you've had a chance to rise and distinguish yourself from all the others, whatever that voice is it could compromise you and the opportunities you've earned, one way or the other it has to be dealt with and if you want it my help is yours. The bottom line though is that it's your decision, so I'm going to ask you how you want to proceed. Naturally, whatever you choose to do, this stays between us."
And then the King fell silent as stone, waiting with a tender gaze and near-fatherly worry.
[Words: 622][GP: 12][Total GP: 129]
Nervously (Or was it impatiently?) Erasmus scratched the bridge of his nose as he allowed Evelynn the time she needed to get her thoughts together. It didn't matter what she chose to do; lie, dodge the conversation, brush it off, Erasmus would know the truth in the end. As much of a violation of privacy as it was, Evelynn's condition posed a problem, so the use of the Sight without consent was something he was willing to put her through. It was one of those instances where Erasmus believed it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Just as the urge to turn her around so that he could see her eyes began to rise she spoke and the words emerged slowly, the sentences reluctant to pass through her teeth. Visibly he leaned back on the balls of his feet, as if he'd been about to reach out and grab her.
Despite the lightheartedness with which she treated the situation Erasmus' expression was far from amused, the fact that she could joke about something this serious meant that she'd been dealing with it for quite a while. The only face Erasmus could pull was the face of troubled concern.
"Stranger things have happened." He tried to keep up with the jest but his tone of voice was off, devoid of joviality. The King perfectly understood that the consuming nature of the Hollow soul left no room for any other consciousness to share the spot at the top of the food-chain. "But no, I'm not suggesting anything as silly as that."
"Ironically," Obsession clarified. "My concerns have very little to do with the spiritual. I don't know much about your condition, and I'm not the man to be throwing around random diagnosis' of afflictions I'm not familiar with. I'm just concerned for your mental health. You've worked so hard to get where you are, and I'd hate to have to be the man to take it away from you because the state of your mind dictates that you're not fit for service... I don't want to be." He warned. "But I will be." That fact, and all of it's possible implications, were allowed to ruminate in the air for a moment before the King gently moved in and closed the distance between them, speaking in a lower and more private tone, as if that would prove his desire to help her.
"I don't want you to fall before you've had a chance to rise and distinguish yourself from all the others, whatever that voice is it could compromise you and the opportunities you've earned, one way or the other it has to be dealt with and if you want it my help is yours. The bottom line though is that it's your decision, so I'm going to ask you how you want to proceed. Naturally, whatever you choose to do, this stays between us."
And then the King fell silent as stone, waiting with a tender gaze and near-fatherly worry.
[Words: 622][GP: 12][Total GP: 129]
