[Oren catches a flicker of recognition before Taashath responds with, well, not quite understanding but something close.]
Yeah, I mean, it's not all their fault, elf genetics are really weird and--[He shakes his head.] That's. Not really relevant to this conversation.
[At least Taashath isn't completely blowing him off here. He's being quite kind about the whole thing, actually. What must this feel like for him? To wake up on an ordinary day and find his partner going, apparently, completely insane? Oren is watching Taashath with a concerned frown. This is not a problem that he can fix. He is the problem.
As he's thinking, Oren's grip on Taashath's hands loosens and one of Oren's hands drops only to run through his own hair again, expression distant. He could stop going down this path, tell Taashath it must have been a dream, and try to cope alone with this. It might be easier for Taashath, but if this Taashath is the same as his Taashath there's almost no way he'd believe it. Oren is not nearly as good a liar as his father. No, the only option here is to keep trying, even if it hurts. Oren sighs.]
Yes. I had horns, and grey skin, and...actually, am I shorter? Well, that's kind of convenient I guess.
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Date: 2024-04-09 12:16 am (UTC)Yeah, I mean, it's not all their fault, elf genetics are really weird and--[He shakes his head.] That's. Not really relevant to this conversation.
[At least Taashath isn't completely blowing him off here. He's being quite kind about the whole thing, actually. What must this feel like for him? To wake up on an ordinary day and find his partner going, apparently, completely insane? Oren is watching Taashath with a concerned frown. This is not a problem that he can fix. He is the problem.
As he's thinking, Oren's grip on Taashath's hands loosens and one of Oren's hands drops only to run through his own hair again, expression distant. He could stop going down this path, tell Taashath it must have been a dream, and try to cope alone with this. It might be easier for Taashath, but if this Taashath is the same as his Taashath there's almost no way he'd believe it. Oren is not nearly as good a liar as his father. No, the only option here is to keep trying, even if it hurts. Oren sighs.]
Yes. I had horns, and grey skin, and...actually, am I shorter? Well, that's kind of convenient I guess.