There's still a tremble in his body, but so far that's simply been the case, whether he's engaged in this or ordering tea from an unfamiliar counter.
It runs in the family, as has his role.
His elder brothers both escaped it, nearly, so nearly giving their parents hope that the family was free of its unfortunate line of Guides.
They've all had the same name, in backwards honor of the lost. Really it's a warning to the present that know; he won't be with us for long. His uncle was lost, and found a minute too late. His grandfather was rejected, thrown to his death. His great-grandfather's bond was broken almost soon as it was realized. Might as well be the same thing. The further back one went down the line there could be only cringe after cringe.
And Raivis knows, even with everyone avoidant of the subject. He's too young to have had to fear being branded, but by fifteen, he's too aware to see a great difference, between an ugly mark and his own name.
But since he heard it the first time, from that lost, lost breath, something changed. The meaning of Raivis turns on its head to become the only thing that matters in the world, so abruptly then he burst into tears, hard.
Raivis is a Guide's name.
His hands turn slightly in Ivan's to gain a better hold, his voice steadier than their shaking may imply. What toll it takes on his fragile frame is not harmful, but - in his opinion - terribly easy to notice. He can hardly bear the thought of what impression tougher practice would make for his prospects as a Guide... but at once it's kept their bond from unraveling, the acceptance of his Sentinel that careful is key.
He wants to be strong enough as much as he feels he must.
Raivis has yet to find Ivan in his deepest place, nothing near a point of no return. But he wants to be ready for it, quite seriously -
And then he feels another forehead against his own, already familiar as though he's known it always. For a moment his thoughts can quiet while his voice takes the reigns, his eyes lifting in hope.]
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There's still a tremble in his body, but so far that's simply been the case, whether he's engaged in this or ordering tea from an unfamiliar counter.
It runs in the family, as has his role.
His elder brothers both escaped it, nearly, so nearly giving their parents hope that the family was free of its unfortunate line of Guides.
They've all had the same name, in backwards honor of the lost. Really it's a warning to the present that know; he won't be with us for long.
His uncle was lost, and found a minute too late.
His grandfather was rejected, thrown to his death.
His great-grandfather's bond was broken almost soon as it was realized.
Might as well be the same thing.
The further back one went down the line there could be only cringe after cringe.
And Raivis knows, even with everyone avoidant of the subject. He's too young to have had to fear being branded, but by fifteen, he's too aware to see a great difference, between an ugly mark and his own name.
But since he heard it the first time, from that lost, lost breath, something changed. The meaning of Raivis turns on its head to become the only thing that matters in the world, so abruptly then he burst into tears, hard.
Raivis is a Guide's name.
His hands turn slightly in Ivan's to gain a better hold, his voice steadier than their shaking may imply. What toll it takes on his fragile frame is not harmful, but - in his opinion - terribly easy to notice. He can hardly bear the thought of what impression tougher practice would make for his prospects as a Guide... but at once it's kept their bond from unraveling, the acceptance of his Sentinel that careful is key.
He wants to be strong enough as much as he feels he must.
Raivis has yet to find Ivan in his deepest place, nothing near a point of no return. But he wants to be ready for it, quite seriously -
And then he feels another forehead against his own, already familiar as though he's known it always. For a moment his thoughts can quiet while his voice takes the reigns, his eyes lifting in hope.]
Ah - ? It's working?