[ A curious turn of phrase, but not one so difficult to parse out. Viktor's gaze falls to the table, to the sheet of paper with the ridiculous questions. He does his best to think of that, the absurdity of it, and not dear friends whose minds have been trapped, poisoned by malicious shadows. Not Thancred. Not Estinien.
Viktor did not know homesickness well before being ripped from his star. It grasps him now, sharp and aching. His expression stills pleasantly, but his rebellious ears bend, weighed by the hurt. It takes him a few seconds longer to come up with something to say, managing only a joke, lightly spoken. ]
Redheads are nothing but trouble.
[ A laugh, a huff of air, escapes him. Pain passes. He clears his throat. ]
It s-sounds as though you have been through much. 'Tis heartening that you should have such a friend, though I am sorry if... feelings were unrequited. No easy thing, certainly. [ Viktor's brows furrow. He lifts a hand, tentative, fingers fluttering, and then rests it on Morph's sleeve. ] I do not know your Logan, yet, I feel 'tis worth saying... the "kind of person" who would, against logic, chase someone into such danger on the chance of bringing them home cares v-very deeply for that someone.
[ He draws away, feeling self-conscious, stretching arms up and behind his back. ]
Wh-what do you mean, by the way? You could look like a red-head?
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[ A curious turn of phrase, but not one so difficult to parse out. Viktor's gaze falls to the table, to the sheet of paper with the ridiculous questions. He does his best to think of that, the absurdity of it, and not dear friends whose minds have been trapped, poisoned by malicious shadows. Not Thancred. Not Estinien.
Viktor did not know homesickness well before being ripped from his star. It grasps him now, sharp and aching. His expression stills pleasantly, but his rebellious ears bend, weighed by the hurt. It takes him a few seconds longer to come up with something to say, managing only a joke, lightly spoken. ]
Redheads are nothing but trouble.
[ A laugh, a huff of air, escapes him. Pain passes. He clears his throat. ]
It s-sounds as though you have been through much. 'Tis heartening that you should have such a friend, though I am sorry if... feelings were unrequited. No easy thing, certainly. [ Viktor's brows furrow. He lifts a hand, tentative, fingers fluttering, and then rests it on Morph's sleeve. ] I do not know your Logan, yet, I feel 'tis worth saying... the "kind of person" who would, against logic, chase someone into such danger on the chance of bringing them home cares v-very deeply for that someone.
[ He draws away, feeling self-conscious, stretching arms up and behind his back. ]
Wh-what do you mean, by the way? You could look like a red-head?