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 Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 2:33 am
Bothered to accept? Bothered was certainly a choice word for it. In his opinion, it didn't quite work that way. One didn't bother to accept help, he either did or he didn't. In Ti'ran's case, he wouldn't have touched his brother's help with a ten foot pole - not until Ris'hin changed his tune, that is. That would have been the day, wouldn't it?
No, he supposed not. "One two-faced notion does not inspire me to reconsider condemning your help. Letting me be would be more help than anything else you could muster." He knew that already though, he just delighted in the opposite.
"That is exactly what I mean to tell you," Ti'ran replied, tone deadpan and obviously unamused.
His temper didn't flare though... He just steeled his jaw and began to turn away. There was a brief moment Ti'ran considered giving some sort of dismissive farewell, but it was short lived. Instead, he sighed inwardly, lashed his tufted tail, and braced himself for some sort of parting objection.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 9:07 pm
Again, Ris rolled his shoulders back in a shrug. "And that, dear brother is why you have problems on a social level. You're too proud to accept help from others, yet blame them fully on your problems. Same old Ran, I see." Ris'hin snapped ever so slightly. His brother was far too stubborn on that aspect.
"Oh come on, you have to have at least ONE mare in your sights. Even you can't go forever unloved!" Oh hoho, it was incredibly tempting to slip out minor details of that willing little mare from a while back. Indeed, it was quite tempting, and now would be the time to let it slip, wouldn't it?
"No winged beauties that fancy your company?" That was more than enough of a hint, surely.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:51 am
He paused abruptly, only just sparing Ris'hin a glance over his shoulder. "If I want you to analyze the intricacies of my personality and my social status, I will let you know. Until then, don't." Not only was it none of his business, but arguing with him about why he was wrong was about as counterproductive as trying to convince A'ier he really didn't need to embarrass him at every possible opportunity. He had better things to do.
"None," he insisted, though he had turned back to the path ahead of him, and had taken a step or two forward. The unicorn's tail lashed once, deliberately, but he did not turn to look behind him. "Unloved is such a base way of phrasing it. Need I remind you, not all of us desire the company of others."
And that was putting it simply - nicely, even. He didn't just not desire the company of others; there were times he loathed it. This was one of those times. "Should there be?" Ti'ran asked suddenly, in a rather pointed fashion. His ears pinned in his irritation; this game had gone on long enough. He was not some sort of plaything for Ris'hin's amusement, and if he would continue refusing directness, Ti'ran would deny him the pleasure.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 8:43 am
If a plaything wasn't what Ran was, he sure was a bundle of entertainment either way. But even Ris knew when to quit. His brother was quite obviously smouldering, and getting ready to ignite an entire forest fire by now. Better to let the older one walk it off for now. It wasn't as if Ris was going anywhere anytime soon. There was too much havoc to be caused in Ran's life before he was through and bored and ready to wander off once again.
"Perhaps, brother. Perhaps." Ris's ears perked up in complete opposite fashion of Ti'ran's, feeling rather pleased with himself. It wasn't every conversation that he managed to get his brother this worked up. A little excitement now and then did the body wonders, even if his darker brother was less inclined to believe such nonsense.
"I can see you're too preoccupied with other things, so I believe I shall bide my leave, brother. But realize this. I'm not leaving. I quite rather like it around here, so do get used to me being around for a while, won't you?" With that, Ris'hin gave his brother a wink and wheeled around, the opposite direction as Ran had been heading. "I'll be seeing you around, Ti'ran, you can count on it." It wasn't just a promise, but more of a chilling threat laced with amusement, if only for Ris himself.
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