Lost Creek Hollow i'm not, what you think you can see

everyone always said that. terance himself always said that. oh, you've been through a lot. oh, i've been through a lot. it sounded less and less sincere, especially coming out of his own mouth. he didn't want compassion anymore. he was tired of being pitied. terance was not going to be pitiful. "that's not an excuse anymore," he told her, green eyes flashing as he looked the two-toned fae down. he hesitated, momentarily, feeling guilty for snapping. he exhaled, heavily, ears pressing forwards.


"i will come to you if anything changes," he informed the hollow's beta, softer this time-- not because treason couldn't take an edge, but because it was unnecessary. "i appreciate it, treason... thank you," he added, with a tightlipped smile and a light bob of his head, "i don't think we need anything right now." maybe he'd think of something in the morning, but nothing came to mind right now. 

the only thing terance could offer her now, to save them from another awkward silence or perhaps treason getting frustrated with his tight-lips was, "i've known rannoch for a long time." relatively speaking, rannoch took up over half of his life.