"You know how strange it is hearin' someone related to Isidor and Viatorus talk about bein' independent and goin' their own way? That's the last thing they want these days. Five hundred years after Nandhuglynd they're all concerned with stayin' on the path their 'family destiny' put 'em on." He breathes a heavy sigh – because he does still breathe, decoratively at least – and shrugs one shoulder sheepishly. "I can't wait 'til you get a chance to meet 'em and teach 'em a thing or two. And..."
Despite how innocuous his thoughts are he can't help but pause. Undead like Mislav – or like Harrowheart imagines Mislav is – don't generally appreciate suggestions like these. And yet he can't help saying, "Maybe when it's their turn to lead you'll feel welcome again? They're already friends with one undead, and family means everything to 'em... I-Idunno. If you let it, the future might be real different for you once you aren't a secret to 'em anymore, that's all." A moment's pause before he quietly adds, "I won't be the one to tell 'em, though. That's news for someone else to deliver."
And then he leans, twisting to look around the halls to ensure they're still alone. They've been speaking together for a long while, and anyone could come along and catch them. A secret can't stay hidden under these kinds of circumstances.
Turning back once more and with some hint of urgency he says, "I got so much I wanna ask you, so much I wanna talk about, undead to undead, but this don't feel like the place. Will I ever see you again? Soon, I mean?"
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Date: 2017-09-02 04:08 am (UTC)Despite how innocuous his thoughts are he can't help but pause. Undead like Mislav – or like Harrowheart imagines Mislav is – don't generally appreciate suggestions like these. And yet he can't help saying, "Maybe when it's their turn to lead you'll feel welcome again? They're already friends with one undead, and family means everything to 'em... I-Idunno. If you let it, the future might be real different for you once you aren't a secret to 'em anymore, that's all." A moment's pause before he quietly adds, "I won't be the one to tell 'em, though. That's news for someone else to deliver."
And then he leans, twisting to look around the halls to ensure they're still alone. They've been speaking together for a long while, and anyone could come along and catch them. A secret can't stay hidden under these kinds of circumstances.
Turning back once more and with some hint of urgency he says, "I got so much I wanna ask you, so much I wanna talk about, undead to undead, but this don't feel like the place. Will I ever see you again? Soon, I mean?"