Ignorance is a malady, and I intend to be the cure.
[ Finally, Ratio is able to lift his head and look over at Aventurine, as if he has found some depth of courage in himself and permitted it to guide him forward. It is still difficult, the swell of his own emotions a struggle, but he is doing what he may. He is surviving in the best way he can, and if that means shoving his affection and warmth aside in his demand for answers, well, it would not be the first time. That is the nature of a man who focuses his life on scholarly pursuits.
Some of the things he says are obvious - of course the IPC wants to take control of Penacony, of course they wish for their hand to be in more pies, as it were - but the rest... Aventurine has the right to his freedom, of course, as does any man, but it is somewhat a shock to think he would distance himself from the IPC enough to find himself in thought.
Leaning his head on his palm, Ratio frowns a little. ]
So you are.
[ Here, with Ratio. In the safety of a home where no one might find him, because Ratio does not intend to speak of his new companionship with anyone else. Safe, with someone who will care for him - not that he will admit it. There is a guest room, there is food, there are books. A haven, for a time, and his expression tightens before he blinks. ]
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[ Finally, Ratio is able to lift his head and look over at Aventurine, as if he has found some depth of courage in himself and permitted it to guide him forward. It is still difficult, the swell of his own emotions a struggle, but he is doing what he may. He is surviving in the best way he can, and if that means shoving his affection and warmth aside in his demand for answers, well, it would not be the first time. That is the nature of a man who focuses his life on scholarly pursuits.
Some of the things he says are obvious - of course the IPC wants to take control of Penacony, of course they wish for their hand to be in more pies, as it were - but the rest... Aventurine has the right to his freedom, of course, as does any man, but it is somewhat a shock to think he would distance himself from the IPC enough to find himself in thought.
Leaning his head on his palm, Ratio frowns a little. ]
So you are.
[ Here, with Ratio. In the safety of a home where no one might find him, because Ratio does not intend to speak of his new companionship with anyone else. Safe, with someone who will care for him - not that he will admit it. There is a guest room, there is food, there are books. A haven, for a time, and his expression tightens before he blinks. ]
What do you intend to do next?