Promise You Won't Be Mad

[Laszlo]

The relief was mixed with a dose of humiliation, a sensation that felt disturbingly familiar. This wasn't the first time he'd torn out his dignity, threw it to the floor, and twisted his boot heel on it. Somehow it was worse the second time. He had to stop getting into situations like this. Laszlo's voice retreated into his throat, too frightened, and perhaps too smart to say anything else. He might have whimpered another apology, or a thank-you, but even that would be too much. His dim, yet colorful eyes stole quick glances of Duvalyon when they weren't fixed on the floor. Finally, when the medic was finished speaking, Laszlo just made a small sound of agreement, nodded, and made his way again toward the home's exit up the side of the wall. Duvalyon's parting joke found him just as Laszlo tossed away the curtain. He snorted, almost involuntarily. "Ha-ha." Not daring to say anything else, he pulled himself outside. Laszlo became a silhouette against the lights of Duvalyon's home until he vanished into the black of Kalinor.

[Macabre]

Thread Complete!
“Unbelievable. You, [subject name here], must be the pride of [subject hometown here].”

Laszlo
XP: Climbing 2, Rhetoric 1, Acrobatics 1

Duvalyon Hellebore
XP: Leadership 1

Notes: I love how absolutely desperate and lost Laszlo is, and the disconnected and dry mask Duvalyon so expertly wears. It's a great formula for interesting threads that I'm always thrilled to read, so thank you for another opportunity. I'm sorry I could not award more, skill-wise, but I am also aware that intent of this thread was not for skill points or lore. Laszlo, you were awarded Rhetoric for a lovely conversation. Ha. No, really, it's for your impassioned speech of homes and family. You certainly convinced me to want to give you a hug.