[CLOSED] Maybe some day I'll walk away and say "you disappoint me"

[disgracedvoid]

Characters: Darkleer & Signless
Setting: Floor 45.
Format: Action.
Summary: Post-event fallout: Darkleer and Signless have things to talk about.
Warnings: FEELINGS.

[Darkleer found the observation floor to be rather conductive to thinking. And oh, he had much to think about. Waking up with the horrifying memories of the past week did not put him in a particularly good mood. Normally he'd rather go to the workshop and tinker away with something - Tinkerer - but rather than indulge in that, he decided instead to stand by the glass, watching the grotesque creatures crawl about, trying in vain to intimidate him.

He stood by a corner, somewhat out of sight from the staircase, clad in robes rather than armor for once, arms folded behind his back. He was too tense to slouch, standing at full height, back rigid.]

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[disgracedvoid]

[He arched both eyebrows, making no secret to hide his surprise at such bold proclamation, but as soon as the silence settled again, Darkleer began to realize that the man was going to be difficult about things. After a long stretch of silence, he allowed himself to rub at his face, exasperated.]

One needs to speak, in order to talk about things.

[I mean, in case Signless had missed the memo.]

[iron_infidel]

Yes I agree that one should speak in order to discuss things.

[It was like a hot potato game of sass.]

[disgracedvoid]

[This is gonna end in murder. Or cat holds.]

Your attempts at appearing obtuse are anything but endearing.

[iron_infidel]

Clearly obtuse is something you are rather familiar with. Care to tell me more?

[Attacking his appearance. Wow that was a little low, but hey he wished to get a reaction he could work off of.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkly.]

If I agreed to this, it was under the expectation of talking to an adult.

[And then, a little venomously.]

Are you five.

[iron_infidel]

[His expresion soured at that. Okay...yes he deserved it.]

No, just a little humor. I am sorry.

[disgracedvoid]

You will excuse me, then. My definition of humor is archaic enough it still includes being actually humorous in its context.

[...yeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, Darkleer is kind of a dick, sorry.]

[iron_infidel]

[He clears his throat and turns his gaze away from Darkleer. Biting his thumb to distract himself, or was that some subtle insult? May we never know.]

[disgracedvoid]

[MOAR SILENCE THEN. More irritating, annoying, exasperating silence. Seriously, Signless, he's going to break something if you keep this shit up, son.]

[iron_infidel]

[Wasn't it always that he wished for Signless to be quiet. How was it now that he wanted him to talk. He let out a short snort and slowly turned his gaze to look at him and then glanced back to the wall.]

[disgracedvoid]

[You're not gonna win this... silence... glaring... contest... thing they're in now. You will not! You cannot out-silence a Zahhak, Signless. You just bloody can't.]

[iron_infidel]

[He will try and just so that he isn't entirely bored, the drumming of his fingers begins along the arm of the chair.]

[disgracedvoid]

[His jaw is clenching and slowly reaching terminal levels. The muscles there flex slight as he tries to relieve the pressure before he cracks a tooth. Or all of them.]

[iron_infidel]

[He turns his head to glance at him, a slight wave of concern flashes across his gaze.]

Do not strain yourself.

[disgracedvoid]

[Dryly.]

I have no idea why you would assume such a thing.

[Except for the fact you're the one pissing him off.]

[iron_infidel]

[He snorts in disapproval at his tone.]

You are...stiff, tense and causing that twitch in your neck to be down right rapid.

[disgracedvoid]

[...oh screw it.]

Am I? I wonder why that is.

[iron_infidel]

Because you are irked by my constant silence and yet you know why that is, yet you do nothing but wallow in your own frustration when we can simply address the issue and be done with it.

[Now they were getting somewhere. Possibly.]

[disgracedvoid]

Irked is perhaps too kind a word, for what you're currently doing to my patience.

[Another twitch.]

You wished to talk, then talk. But I'm loosing whatever foolish incentive I had, to even listen in the first place.

[iron_infidel]

We are bickering like grubs, going around in a constant circle of doubt, hidden truths and mouth vomit. Nothing is to appealing or worth listening to. Silence is not going to work so I guess talking is the only option. Perhaps I should just come out right and say it.

[Pause.]

It is obvious what I wish to address. The talk and questionable emotional content that came with the trick the tower played upon us not to long ago. I mentioned much of my life to you, that I would not have done normally. It is nothing short of concerning to know that I chose to do such a thing on sheer slip of will. I would never consider letting you into my world or dropping details so easily. I want to know why that is. It is confusing and concerning all in one instance.

[disgracedvoid]

...if you come to me, expecting a reasonable explanation for what happened last week, I'm afraid I don't have one.

[His tone is very measured and very level, and that should be a very loud wailing alarm.]

I don't know what do you want of me, beyond the obvious course of action.

[You know, ignoring the problem until it goes away! 8D]

[iron_infidel]

[He sighs.]

I know that you cannot provide an answer. I only wish to ask why you acted the way you did? I did not know that we were that close or that you cared enough to actually come and comfort me in a time of need.

[disgracedvoid]

We are not.

[His tone is curt, impersonal, but it still sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than him.]

But then, the illusion of time wished to convince us we were.

[iron_infidel]

So, such emotions and feelings that had overcome us where nothing but a lie. This is what you mean to tell me?

[His gaze is stern as he crosses his.]

[disgracedvoid]

If they were founded on illusion, then I am hard pressed to believe they are anything other than illusion.