[Meeting people was a new and intimidating thing for Bren. But Jester's inescapable exuberance, and the quiet awkward friendliness of Yasha, even he felt his walls starting to crumble a little. Everyone was kind; it seemed entirely too good to be true.
Bren did have a heartbeat still, and his was fluttering fast enough for the both of them when he heard that knock on his door. It was ridiculous really. This was not a date at all. So why had he spent time making sure his hair was tied back neatly, save for the pieces that fell to frame his face? Why had he chosen clothes from his borrowed wardrobe -- a deep rich purple that also reminded him of a certain aristocratic Drow -- that he thought set off the blue in his eyes?
Why could he not stop thinking about a half-remembered dream even if it physically pained him to try to remember it?
He stood, sparing a moment to ease Frumpkin off what appeared to be one of his new favorite places in his lap, and moved towards the door to open it, peeking out with a hopeful look on his face that transiti9oned into pleased relief at it being Essek.]
Good evening, Lord Thelyss. Ja. Of course. Now is perfect. Frumpkin and I had just finished our conversing.
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Date: 2023-03-20 11:07 pm (UTC)Bren did have a heartbeat still, and his was fluttering fast enough for the both of them when he heard that knock on his door. It was ridiculous really. This was not a date at all. So why had he spent time making sure his hair was tied back neatly, save for the pieces that fell to frame his face? Why had he chosen clothes from his borrowed wardrobe -- a deep rich purple that also reminded him of a certain aristocratic Drow -- that he thought set off the blue in his eyes?
Why could he not stop thinking about a half-remembered dream even if it physically pained him to try to remember it?
He stood, sparing a moment to ease Frumpkin off what appeared to be one of his new favorite places in his lap, and moved towards the door to open it, peeking out with a hopeful look on his face that transiti9oned into pleased relief at it being Essek.]
Good evening, Lord Thelyss. Ja. Of course. Now is perfect. Frumpkin and I had just finished our conversing.
[Show him the library.]