I have put it in, thanks, and, just in case you were wondering, I wasn't looking for editorial input.
[ He closes the journal, keeping his place with a finger between the pages, and gives her a dubious glance. Things have been... better... since finding Maelle in that strange, empty manor, but he can still feel that razor-thin edge of himself, buried down deep; keeps cutting himself on it when he least expects it.
It's difficult to keep from hovering around her, making sure she's always within reach, always close enough that he would be able to get between her and danger. Writing in his apprentices' journal is a good way to make sure he gives her a little space.
And yet here she is, swinging down to sit next to him, cheery and pert as ever. ]
What, did you get bored? Lune making you write down all the different kinds of rocks and trees we saw today?
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Date: 2025-05-22 02:23 am (UTC)[ He closes the journal, keeping his place with a finger between the pages, and gives her a dubious glance. Things have been... better... since finding Maelle in that strange, empty manor, but he can still feel that razor-thin edge of himself, buried down deep; keeps cutting himself on it when he least expects it.
It's difficult to keep from hovering around her, making sure she's always within reach, always close enough that he would be able to get between her and danger. Writing in his apprentices' journal is a good way to make sure he gives her a little space.
And yet here she is, swinging down to sit next to him, cheery and pert as ever. ]
What, did you get bored? Lune making you write down all the different kinds of rocks and trees we saw today?