A lesser title for a lesser house, but yes, I do. [ He remains determined to uphold his family's honor, even if House Borel is not quite as known or respected as other higher houses. ] Being what I am is- It is complicated. There are those who will have dealings with me, simply because it is necessary, while others make no secret of the fact that they do not take kindly to me and others like me.
[ It simply is the way the world works. There are those who treat most everyone the same, and there are those who look down their noses at others. He has simply accepted it as the way things are.
Of course, he despises himself and those darker instincts that he works so hard to conceal, but burying them does not change who he is. What he has to do to survive is also necessary, even if he despises it, and in turn, it makes him despise himself even more.
But if he hates himself, at least he can offer kindness and perhaps even love to someone, even though he knows he cannot do so to himself. And as before, he finds himself thinking that his injuries hardly require the level of care she offers. He should focus on seeing her needs met, so even as she begins to examine his wound once more, he finds himself shifting just enough that he might push himself up if needed in order to plant a kiss on whatever part of her he can reach.
The wound protests as his movements pull uncomfortably upon it, but he ignores that in favor of attempting to give her what he believes she wants and needs. ]
I am not so fragile as to be unable to move and walk. I welcome your aid, of course, but I believe you have desires of your own that I have not yet met. I would see about changing that now.
[ He considers it payment given freely in exchange for what she has done for him thus far. Any discomfort or pain that he feels is worth it in his mind. ]
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[ It simply is the way the world works. There are those who treat most everyone the same, and there are those who look down their noses at others. He has simply accepted it as the way things are.
Of course, he despises himself and those darker instincts that he works so hard to conceal, but burying them does not change who he is. What he has to do to survive is also necessary, even if he despises it, and in turn, it makes him despise himself even more.
But if he hates himself, at least he can offer kindness and perhaps even love to someone, even though he knows he cannot do so to himself. And as before, he finds himself thinking that his injuries hardly require the level of care she offers. He should focus on seeing her needs met, so even as she begins to examine his wound once more, he finds himself shifting just enough that he might push himself up if needed in order to plant a kiss on whatever part of her he can reach.
The wound protests as his movements pull uncomfortably upon it, but he ignores that in favor of attempting to give her what he believes she wants and needs. ]
I am not so fragile as to be unable to move and walk. I welcome your aid, of course, but I believe you have desires of your own that I have not yet met. I would see about changing that now.
[ He considers it payment given freely in exchange for what she has done for him thus far. Any discomfort or pain that he feels is worth it in his mind. ]