Snow is inevitable, and he knows it in his bones; once winter comes to Whitestone, it doesn't let up, and winter is clearly on their doorstep. Which is fine, normally. The first winter snows turn Whitestone into a blinding, brilliant shimmer in the sun - and even when things grow slushy and grey, he doesn't mind. It's the ideal time to retreat to his workshop and the heat of his forge, or spend hours poring over books.
But he's still barred from the workshop, and the bustle of his childhood memories has become a kind of stillness he's not entirely used to. (The quiet throughout the castle is something he'd dreamt of as a boy - when, even in a building this large, no room guaranteed peace or privacy if any of his half-dozen siblings burst through the door. But he'd never wanted it like this.) He hasn't the strength to bring about the return of the many parties traditionally hosted here around Winter's Crest, and even if he did, he hasn't the temperament, either. Their friends have scattered to the four winds, and it turns out one can only read so much without pause. It's hard not to feel contrary, under the circumstances. He wants everything he can't have, and if he had it, he suspects he wouldn't want it anymore.
His shoulders slump a little when he hears Vex's question at his back. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather be cooped up with - but right now, I'd rather not be cooped up."
Turning back to face her, he walks over to her side of the bed and settles carefully on the edge beside her. She looks exceptionally comfortable, lounging there - he suspects she's chosen to stay in bed today in an attempt to get him to do the same. "I know I've been a beast lately. That's...not how I want things to be."
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Date: 2025-01-15 02:04 pm (UTC)But he's still barred from the workshop, and the bustle of his childhood memories has become a kind of stillness he's not entirely used to. (The quiet throughout the castle is something he'd dreamt of as a boy - when, even in a building this large, no room guaranteed peace or privacy if any of his half-dozen siblings burst through the door. But he'd never wanted it like this.) He hasn't the strength to bring about the return of the many parties traditionally hosted here around Winter's Crest, and even if he did, he hasn't the temperament, either. Their friends have scattered to the four winds, and it turns out one can only read so much without pause. It's hard not to feel contrary, under the circumstances. He wants everything he can't have, and if he had it, he suspects he wouldn't want it anymore.
His shoulders slump a little when he hears Vex's question at his back. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather be cooped up with - but right now, I'd rather not be cooped up."
Turning back to face her, he walks over to her side of the bed and settles carefully on the edge beside her. She looks exceptionally comfortable, lounging there - he suspects she's chosen to stay in bed today in an attempt to get him to do the same. "I know I've been a beast lately. That's...not how I want things to be."