Grouse Thicket all we know

@Aeronwyn backdated about three/four weeks ago. set after this thread :) mild pp, will edit if you mind.

There was an uncertainty in his movements, though he did his best to conceal it. It was, however, still evident, from the way his usually bright green eyes were shadowed and darkened, guarded and wary; from the way in which his muscles remained tense, and his body stiff and unmoving, and the way the corner of his eyes creased. And as Nico moved away from the wate, he felt oddly disconnected, as if Sargent had taken something with him when he vanished back to his corner of the mind, vowing to come back. Nico could feel him; the barriers were broken, and Sargent could come back whenever he wanted, or whenever Nico was weakend, or whenever his mind decided to play a cruel trick on him.

And Nico was scared, so scared of what Aeronwyn would think of him now that she knew what he really was. He cared little for anything else: the Court could disapprove all they wanted, and he still wouldn't give two damns about what they thought, but one word from the silver fae and he wanted to pull Sargent back in so he could take control, and Nico could avoid this inevitable confrontation like the coward he was. But he knew that it was impossible, and besides, perhaps, just maybe, Aero wouldn't hate him for being him, maybe she wouldn't feel revulsion and disgust whenever she saw the broken object that was him.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing he told her when he lifted his head his head and turned his gaze away from his reflection. 

Nicolas was scared, but it didn't show. It never showed.