/OOC]Lorenzel and Ramanzel
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Re: Lorenzel and Ramanzel
[OOC: By all means! /OOC]
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Re: Lorenzel and Ramanzel
OOC: OK, new thread going up momentarily, to be called "Lorenzel, Part 2." As usual, I'll leave this one open for a day or so to tie up any loose ends (as I recall, Lillith had asked Argus a question that hadn't been answered yet), then lock it but leave it here for another day or two, then move it to the Rear View Mirror archive.
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Drannin
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Re: Lorenzel and Ramanzel
(OOC: I think I know which question...)
Argus was very, very quiet during the trip. He had heard Lillith's quiet, almost sad mutter, and it truly struck him to the core.
He had tried to answer her. Tried and looked away in shame. Argus hadn't even been able to look in her direction. How dare he...?
In truth, Argus' cousins et al were not very high on his current list of favorite people. They had basically disowned him along with the rest of the blasted city. He hadn't bothered to try and contact any of them. But Argus knew just how important family was, how it could be a source of inspiration, hope, happiness, support, strength... Had Lillith felt that support? She must have had a community. But he was to afraid... damn him, AFRAID to ask her. Damnation, he was a coward.
Argus glanced up and looked at Lillith briefly, just so briefly, before looking back down at the floor. Slowly, he reached up to touch the letter in his shirt. The letter signed 'Daddy.' He thought of the daughter so like him, whom he hadn't even attempted to contact for the duration of his exile... out of fear.
By all that was sacred... what sort of father was he?
And thus Argus' silence.
Argus was very, very quiet during the trip. He had heard Lillith's quiet, almost sad mutter, and it truly struck him to the core.
He had tried to answer her. Tried and looked away in shame. Argus hadn't even been able to look in her direction. How dare he...?
In truth, Argus' cousins et al were not very high on his current list of favorite people. They had basically disowned him along with the rest of the blasted city. He hadn't bothered to try and contact any of them. But Argus knew just how important family was, how it could be a source of inspiration, hope, happiness, support, strength... Had Lillith felt that support? She must have had a community. But he was to afraid... damn him, AFRAID to ask her. Damnation, he was a coward.
Argus glanced up and looked at Lillith briefly, just so briefly, before looking back down at the floor. Slowly, he reached up to touch the letter in his shirt. The letter signed 'Daddy.' He thought of the daughter so like him, whom he hadn't even attempted to contact for the duration of his exile... out of fear.
By all that was sacred... what sort of father was he?
And thus Argus' silence.