Broken Boulder aaaaaaaaaaa

stfg this language metaphor is familiar but i cant remember where ive stolen it from

Perhaps if he could have known what Delight was thinking, his own thoughts would have been different— no, they definitely would have. Staring at the ground, he could only think that this was unfair.
Alarian had been in a relationship before, obviously— actually, he'd been in several. They never ended well— but he'd never been with anyone like Delight. Honestly, he'd never really... taken the time to become friends, first— to discover who someone was before, y'know. This time it was different. This time, he thought there was a connection— as if he'd been speaking a different language than everyone around him his entire life, and only realized it when he met someone who shared it. It wasn't anywhere near complete understanding, but— it was perhaps the opportunity he'd never had to achieve these things.
More likely he was just being too idealistic again. It didn't matter either way; so many things stood in the way, himself included (but mainly Queenie), and he didn't even know if Delight felt the same— or if he was just imagining things because he wanted it so badly. It wouldn't have been the first time.
The teasing words drew him from his thoughts, and he snorted softly, offering Delight a smile. Before he could say anything, though, he was speaking again, and— oh. Wait— what? What did that mean? What things was he talking about? Oh god— what? Wh— Oh god, don't say what! Um— Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh—


His face went completely blank for a couple beats, but just as quickly he seemed to remember to— to breathe, to think, to say something. I'm— I'm glad, Alarian managed, voice a touch higher in pitch than normal— oh god, please don't notice. He still wasn't sure what things Delight was referring to, but— when in doubt, act like you know, right? Oh god, no, not right, Delight what are you talking about? Butummmmmwhat uhh— what do we want again, exactly?