[Waver keeps his voice even toned, even as a growing part of himself wants to groan... because he does get it? He wants to protect her and have her grow?
But having been on the other side of something similar, being a survivor and having taught survivors, he can see the mistake Chiron is unknowingly making.]
[Chiron's one moment of grace here is that for all of his abundant wisdom, when he does trip over a mistake of his own making...
Well.
It does not take much for the recognition to spark in his eyes, the sharpness aimed inward, and then the subsequent moment of exhaustion at his own foolishness, coupled with a slow closing of his eyes as he breathes deep and releases it]
I did not think to ask her.
[With a small, displeased smile, he calls the waiter back over because he decides he would not mind a glass of wine, suddenly]
[A noise of agreement, quiet though it is in the back of his throat. His eyes continue to gaze into the simple wooden table, tracing the engrained lines as his mind drifts]
... One would think after all of my years, I would be more mindful of my bad habits.
[His tendency to grasp the fuller picture, leaving the details -- the emotional core that often makes humans so special -- as a footnote for later, occasionally trampled under his need to be pragmatic and decisive for the sake of others.
An understandable flaw but... unsightly in this moment, he feels]
[There's a small sympathetic sound as Waver gazes at the rim of his glass, beaded with a few stray drops of ruby. How very human. He's never escaped his, but it's a little comforting to know even the sages have their moments. Just a little.]
They tend to sneak in in the moments that incline us for one reason or another away from that. [His eyes lift as his voice colors with the weight of experience.] Reunions tend to be times when that is especially so.
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Date: 2021-05-05 12:51 pm (UTC)From:[Waver keeps his voice even toned, even as a growing part of himself wants to groan... because he does get it? He wants to protect her and have her grow?
But having been on the other side of something similar, being a survivor and having taught survivors, he can see the mistake Chiron is unknowingly making.]
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Date: 2021-05-05 01:17 pm (UTC)From:[Chiron's one moment of grace here is that for all of his abundant wisdom, when he does trip over a mistake of his own making...
Well.
It does not take much for the recognition to spark in his eyes, the sharpness aimed inward, and then the subsequent moment of exhaustion at his own foolishness, coupled with a slow closing of his eyes as he breathes deep and releases it]
I did not think to ask her.
[With a small, displeased smile, he calls the waiter back over because he decides he would not mind a glass of wine, suddenly]
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Date: 2021-05-06 12:49 pm (UTC)From:[That would have probably hurt her. At least Chiron immediately realizes. Mmmm... he himself probably wouldn't be so self aware, would he?]
That's a conversation worth having, then.
[Just at least so everything's aired and dealt with.]
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Date: 2021-05-09 04:57 am (UTC)From:[A noise of agreement, quiet though it is in the back of his throat. His eyes continue to gaze into the simple wooden table, tracing the engrained lines as his mind drifts]
... One would think after all of my years, I would be more mindful of my bad habits.
[His tendency to grasp the fuller picture, leaving the details -- the emotional core that often makes humans so special -- as a footnote for later, occasionally trampled under his need to be pragmatic and decisive for the sake of others.
An understandable flaw but... unsightly in this moment, he feels]
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Date: 2021-05-11 11:01 am (UTC)From:They tend to sneak in in the moments that incline us for one reason or another away from that. [His eyes lift as his voice colors with the weight of experience.] Reunions tend to be times when that is especially so.