[Bren watched Essek move towards the washroom, and was on his feet at that slight beckoning to follow along obediently. He did start to open his mouth to argue that Essek didn't need to waste the time on him, that his ass was fine, that he'd been through much worse with no particular care after -- save for bandages when the bleeding would have been inconvenient. The scars on his forearms were testament to that much.
But Essek stopped him before he could argue, so his mouth opened and then snapped shut into a faint pout.]
...you think it's pretty?
[Perhaps the faintest flicker of that spark that occasionally showed itself in him, as if the flame of a man had not burned out entirely. Not yet. Broken and pliable, and subservient, yes, but still... a shadow of who he could have been, in a kinder world. Perhaps a flicker of who he could be, free from Ikithon.]
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Date: 2024-07-18 01:40 am (UTC)But Essek stopped him before he could argue, so his mouth opened and then snapped shut into a faint pout.]
...you think it's pretty?
[Perhaps the faintest flicker of that spark that occasionally showed itself in him, as if the flame of a man had not burned out entirely. Not yet. Broken and pliable, and subservient, yes, but still... a shadow of who he could have been, in a kinder world. Perhaps a flicker of who he could be, free from Ikithon.]