Pity about that, Thranduil is going to have to get better looks then, ones that are not lost on the other pilot. Can't have him thinking he was above those looks, oh no.
"I do not think that I am exaggerating in the lest, there might actually be kaiju in your hair as we speak, and no one would be the wiser for it." It was nice, to be able to do this; a restrained banter that did not end in raised voices and simmering anger. And while it did not happen often, Thranduil tried to make it happen more often. It was not his fault that the other was so infuriating most of the time. "And I shall become restrained when you learn what a brush is."
The twitch of his lips means that he is clearly lying. There is little way that he would become restrained in anything that he did, aside from control his emotions. That, for him, was a constant must. He could not afford to be hurt as he once was ever again.
NOt even if, on occasions, he wished to trust the man beside him.
"I am not insulting, merely telling you the truth that you do not wish to hear. That is not an issue that I must come to terms with. " He raised an eyebrow, bright blue caught on the lines and angles of Bard's figure before shaking himself from his idle observance. " I dare say that, compared to that time you completely disregarded all textbook rules and nearly got yourslef killed attempting to defend the boarder, this is nothing."
Is there still some bitterness there? Why yes, there is. He does not, though he may not say it, want to lose you, Bard. He has never been able to drift or pilot so well with any other, and if him chewing you out after a particularly reckless move will keep you alive a day longer, even if it's mad at him, he shall do it.
There is a hand on Bard's shoulder as Thranduil plans to leave. He gives the other a rare smile, quirk of his lips if anything. " I fear that, if it were not for you, I would not have survived this long. So perhaps I owe you a thanks."
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"I do not think that I am exaggerating in the lest, there might actually be kaiju in your hair as we speak, and no one would be the wiser for it." It was nice, to be able to do this; a restrained banter that did not end in raised voices and simmering anger. And while it did not happen often, Thranduil tried to make it happen more often. It was not his fault that the other was so infuriating most of the time. "And I shall become restrained when you learn what a brush is."
The twitch of his lips means that he is clearly lying. There is little way that he would become restrained in anything that he did, aside from control his emotions. That, for him, was a constant must. He could not afford to be hurt as he once was ever again.
NOt even if, on occasions, he wished to trust the man beside him.
"I am not insulting, merely telling you the truth that you do not wish to hear. That is not an issue that I must come to terms with. " He raised an eyebrow, bright blue caught on the lines and angles of Bard's figure before shaking himself from his idle observance. " I dare say that, compared to that time you completely disregarded all textbook rules and nearly got yourslef killed attempting to defend the boarder, this is nothing."
Is there still some bitterness there? Why yes, there is. He does not, though he may not say it, want to lose you, Bard. He has never been able to drift or pilot so well with any other, and if him chewing you out after a particularly reckless move will keep you alive a day longer, even if it's mad at him, he shall do it.
There is a hand on Bard's shoulder as Thranduil plans to leave. He gives the other a rare smile, quirk of his lips if anything. " I fear that, if it were not for you, I would not have survived this long. So perhaps I owe you a thanks."