The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

whoever alarian's strange boy is, delight decides that, somehow, he likes him. or at least he is grateful for him in this moment, and it's not hard to confuse the two feelings. awkwardly as outlander starts to move away delight starts to say "it's," then stops, letting the sentence drop unfinished along with his face. he doesn't need to apologise to delight (alarian does) but the other man is already on his way out of the scene and delight's life.

leaving him with alarian alone. alarian who still won't look at him properly.

the umber-pitch boy takes his words quietly, considering them. this is strange new land for delight, who has had his share of complicated romances -- only usually he's the self destructive one. unfortunately for alarian, maybe, he's not angry right now. rather it's a strange sort of peace settling over him. he's already signed the terms of conditions, pal.

sighing, he picks himself up and moves closer, searching to hold alarian's good eye in his gaze. "you should be sorry," delight agrees, "and i should probably be angrier than i am. but, look. we need to talk about -- this. all of it. including your apparent need to self destruct, which, somehow, is way worse than mine."

he sits, settling with his tail curled around his toes, and gives him an expectant look. they aren't going anywhere just yet.