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 Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 6:02 am
The squire glanced at Thrymr rather shyly, a slight smile to be seen on his face even as he diverted his attention squarely back into the contents of his cocoa again. "I don't - I don't think all of that about you, I - know all of that about you - and I'm an awful, terrible liar, so - so you know it must be true."
He took another abrupt sip of the drink and fidgeted, and clearly he didn't expect to be called on to speak again. How wrong he was. Mont Blonc swallowed the large mouthful hard, adam's apple bobbing with the gesture, and a harsh breath was sucked in its wake.
"Y-yes, of course, I - "
He blushed much harder, then.
"Thrymr, he uh - " He glanced at his friend as though half making sure it was even okay to say it; he didn't want to embarrass him or anything, but - "He said I was like - like the clouds. Sometimes overlooked, but, uhm... no less special or important." He fidgeted with the cup so furiously, he almost dropped it, and some trace of hot chocolate seeped over the side in one slow drop. "It meant a lot when he said that."
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 11:47 pm
Hvergelmir's assessment of him made Thrymr blush furiously, Mont Blonc's words still ringing in his ears. It was true, he knew by now, that his friend was a terrible liar, and tended to wear his heart on his sleeve. Painfully honest and wonderfully kind, Mont Blonc was the very best of men - at least, in Thrymr's mind.
He wanted to thank him, but clamped his mouth shut as the squire spoke, his heart pressing fully against his chest as though the size of it would eventually burst with all of the emotions he was currently feeling. A strong wave of affection washed over him, and Thrymr cast him a smile that radiated with it all.
"Because people focus on the rain, or the lightning, or the rainbows," he said to Hvergelmir, by way of explanation of the metaphor. "But clouds are important too, even if they're not as loud and sometimes not as visible."
I see you. That was what Lorne had told him, when he'd said how hard it was, how lonely it was to be overlooked. How he'd felt invisible in some ways and simply as though he existed and not much more in others, drifting through life without living it.
And Lorne had said I see you. He had not been forgotten, or overlooked.
I see you.
"I wish I was stronger," said Thrymr, almost immediately at the question. "I can move well enough, I dance, and I know that helps, but I wish...I wish I could do more sometimes."
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