Swiftcurrent Creek And Echoed in the Wells Of Silence

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Despite the general frown on his face, he cast a snort of disdain in Arric’s direction, already poking holes in whatever theory the man had that he was in love, so to speak.

“Listen, douche, I know it’s hard to keep straight in your newfound senile old age but let me inform you… Silvertongue is in love with someone else that is not me… Wren ran the fucking opposite direction of me, and Eshe was in heat.” Mic drop, or whatever. He wasn’t even certain his own wife had been in love with him, in retrospect.

Retrospect was a bitch anyway.

When he believed that to be settled or set aside, Arric launched into his parents. His mom, dead… dad, dead. Shred apart right before him.

But it was cool, Arric would get over it, he said. Akavir couldn’t help his the snort that erupted from him. “I’ll get over it,” he parroted, his scowl darkening as he stood up. “Don’t bullshit me like that. It’s me. It’s okay to fucking hurt, Arric.”