"My brother's. He was-- He was hurting, back then."
It's a subtle change that comes over Fitz's expression, just the barest drawing together of his eyebrows over his eyes and his lips pressing together into a line. But it's there across his features, the terrible pain of comprehension, of understanding just how terribly and deeply the bonds of kinship can wound and scar. And who else beyond a brother, either by blood or by bond, could wound like this?
From his nest of blankets on the opposite bed, Nighteyes's lambent yellow eyes are open and lidded, and watching Huaisang with keen intelligence and understanding and, most importantly, an absence of any judgment. Perhaps there remains a small thread of connection between his mind and Huaisang's; some animal comfort seems to trickle across it, the equivalent of a large chin resting on a knee, a cold nose against a teary cheek.
You are brave, Hummingbird. A pause, and then a wide yawn as the wolf settles himself, eyes blinking closed. And stupid. Let us protect you. Like the expectation of it is just understood to him. what is it with humans and making things complicated??
Fitz exhales. "Nighteyes..!" But the wolf only grumbles his argumentative retort before rucking up the blankets a bit more to further settle himself, and so Fitz relents, though not without sending an apologetic look towards Huaisang. "I'm sorry, about him." man, brothers, right??
Still, there's a considering way he shifts his eyes to Nighteyes, and then back to Huaisang again, and he chafes his palm against his beard. "He does have a point, though. Must you face those memories alone? If there's a way that I could help..." He spreads his hands to either side of himself, at once both a bit helpless and earnest.
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It's a subtle change that comes over Fitz's expression, just the barest drawing together of his eyebrows over his eyes and his lips pressing together into a line. But it's there across his features, the terrible pain of comprehension, of understanding just how terribly and deeply the bonds of kinship can wound and scar. And who else beyond a brother, either by blood or by bond, could wound like this?
From his nest of blankets on the opposite bed, Nighteyes's lambent yellow eyes are open and lidded, and watching Huaisang with keen intelligence and understanding and, most importantly, an absence of any judgment. Perhaps there remains a small thread of connection between his mind and Huaisang's; some animal comfort seems to trickle across it, the equivalent of a large chin resting on a knee, a cold nose against a teary cheek.
You are brave, Hummingbird. A pause, and then a wide yawn as the wolf settles himself, eyes blinking closed. And stupid. Let us protect you. Like the expectation of it is just understood to him. what is it with humans and making things complicated??
Fitz exhales. "Nighteyes..!" But the wolf only grumbles his argumentative retort before rucking up the blankets a bit more to further settle himself, and so Fitz relents, though not without sending an apologetic look towards Huaisang. "I'm sorry, about him." man, brothers, right??
Still, there's a considering way he shifts his eyes to Nighteyes, and then back to Huaisang again, and he chafes his palm against his beard. "He does have a point, though. Must you face those memories alone? If there's a way that I could help..." He spreads his hands to either side of himself, at once both a bit helpless and earnest.