[The intensity of the scream makes Darkleer jerk back as well, eyes wide and hands balling into fists. He can feel his heart pounding in his ears. This was a bad idea. He should have recognized that from the beginning. Those final words carry a sting to them, but isn’t it true? Even he wasn’t sure what he was doing when he first even thought about sending a private message to Lysunder.]
[Just because they’ve had some conversations with one another doesn’t mean anything. If there’s someone he wants to see, it’s certainly not him.]
[For a moment, Darkleer only stands there, stance suddenly and quite clearly submissive: head down, shoulders hunched, and fingers finally relaxing to simply dangle at his sides. More than a couple of times, he looks up as if he wants to say something, hand twitching, but he always returns to the default.]
action;
[Just because they’ve had some conversations with one another doesn’t mean anything. If there’s someone he wants to see, it’s certainly not him.]
[For a moment, Darkleer only stands there, stance suddenly and quite clearly submissive: head down, shoulders hunched, and fingers finally relaxing to simply dangle at his sides. More than a couple of times, he looks up as if he wants to say something, hand twitching, but he always returns to the default.]
[Finally, he persuades himself to speak.]
…I know.