Post by Esko on Jul 13, 2020 10:48:55 GMT -5
"Stop, wait! I want to get to know you!"
Shaking his head, Tyxian kept moving towards the residence where he slept, having been looking forward to a decent night's sleep. He thought he would need it, for the workload that was sure to come. And yet, his dear younger brother had come by yet again in some attempt to foster a relationship. He'd made it known that he would not give Muyrik the embrace he sought, nor was he particularly unhappy to see him. As far as Tyxian was concerned, Muyrik was another crafter. He hadn't seen his half-brother since he was newly born, after all. He held no personal connections to the young lad.
Muyrik, however, seemed determined to force something.
Tyxian suddenly stopped and turned around, an annoyed and intense gaze meeting Muyrik's. He definitely put up a hothead persona. "Listen, kid. I get it. I left soon after you were born and felt as if I were some mystery. Some puzzle to piece together. But I left because it was my time, and frankly, you were better off staying put."
"And I get that, but who says it wasn't my time to leave either?" Muyrik spat out the retort, squaring his shoulders and definitely attempting to stand his ground. As if Tyxian might attack him? No, the older man wasn't interested in a fight; he'd avoided fisticuffs thus far and wouldn't actively work to break that streak. Besides, he didn't hit kids.
"Well, when I left, my mother had a new son to take care of. She wouldn't be alone with that husband of hers. I assume the case was different for you." Tyxian shook his head once more. "If I know my own mother well enough, there is no way she'd let you leave. Tried to convince me not to, and she had another child."
"Well- uh..." And Muyrik's intensity faltered, proving that it was a farce. "I...I didn't tell her..."
Those words were the exact wrong words to say. Tyxian's uninterested stare turned into a full glare on a dime. "You didn't tell her?! You're a special kind of stupid, aren't you?" Muyrik looked fully-frightened now, and Tyxian rubbed his temples with his pointer and thumb. He was still a child. Unthinking of what consequences that might bring. "You mean to tell me that you left without a word to anyone? Have you no thought as to how that might affect her?" It...it genuinely seemed like he hadn't thought about it. Typical impulsive child. Grumbling and turning around, he was about to close the door when Muyrik's smaller hand grabbed it.
Tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I really am." It was strange, seeing Umerok's face so sad and squishy. It would be satisfying if it were the man himself.
"I'm not the one you should apologize to. But I also assume you won't leave. You shouldn't- Mavros needs all the hands it can get." And with that, Tyxian closed the door. Muyrik stared at the rough wood for a while, sniffling and considering his actions. At last he turned away wordlessly.
Shaking his head, Tyxian kept moving towards the residence where he slept, having been looking forward to a decent night's sleep. He thought he would need it, for the workload that was sure to come. And yet, his dear younger brother had come by yet again in some attempt to foster a relationship. He'd made it known that he would not give Muyrik the embrace he sought, nor was he particularly unhappy to see him. As far as Tyxian was concerned, Muyrik was another crafter. He hadn't seen his half-brother since he was newly born, after all. He held no personal connections to the young lad.
Muyrik, however, seemed determined to force something.
Tyxian suddenly stopped and turned around, an annoyed and intense gaze meeting Muyrik's. He definitely put up a hothead persona. "Listen, kid. I get it. I left soon after you were born and felt as if I were some mystery. Some puzzle to piece together. But I left because it was my time, and frankly, you were better off staying put."
"And I get that, but who says it wasn't my time to leave either?" Muyrik spat out the retort, squaring his shoulders and definitely attempting to stand his ground. As if Tyxian might attack him? No, the older man wasn't interested in a fight; he'd avoided fisticuffs thus far and wouldn't actively work to break that streak. Besides, he didn't hit kids.
"Well, when I left, my mother had a new son to take care of. She wouldn't be alone with that husband of hers. I assume the case was different for you." Tyxian shook his head once more. "If I know my own mother well enough, there is no way she'd let you leave. Tried to convince me not to, and she had another child."
"Well- uh..." And Muyrik's intensity faltered, proving that it was a farce. "I...I didn't tell her..."
Those words were the exact wrong words to say. Tyxian's uninterested stare turned into a full glare on a dime. "You didn't tell her?! You're a special kind of stupid, aren't you?" Muyrik looked fully-frightened now, and Tyxian rubbed his temples with his pointer and thumb. He was still a child. Unthinking of what consequences that might bring. "You mean to tell me that you left without a word to anyone? Have you no thought as to how that might affect her?" It...it genuinely seemed like he hadn't thought about it. Typical impulsive child. Grumbling and turning around, he was about to close the door when Muyrik's smaller hand grabbed it.
Tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I really am." It was strange, seeing Umerok's face so sad and squishy. It would be satisfying if it were the man himself.
"I'm not the one you should apologize to. But I also assume you won't leave. You shouldn't- Mavros needs all the hands it can get." And with that, Tyxian closed the door. Muyrik stared at the rough wood for a while, sniffling and considering his actions. At last he turned away wordlessly.