[ Amos can be so imposing without him even needing to try.
There's a brief flashback to an image of Amos with fangs and claws, but it's there and gone within the next split-second. Kaeya stays rooted in place because of the sudden spike of anxiety that he forgot is getting broadcasted right now, thanks to their renewed bond, so he does his best to smother it into dust.
He wonders how he can talk his way out of this one.
It's not the anger that hurts him more, not really. Anger is something he can deal with. Anger is familiar, an emotion he's learned how to navigate around thanks to coming face-to-face with it in the shape of a claymore covered in flames. What completely disarms him is the thrum of affection simmering underneath. Amos has always been too good of a man, and his kindness is wasted on Kaeya.
(He thinks this, and yet there's a sliver of sadness and longing filtering through. He wants this so badly, but he won't allow himself to have it. For their sake, he'll stay away.) ]
There's nothing to fix. I wouldn't worry about it.
[ It's funny. He spent so much time waiting for someone else to take the first step, and yet now that it's happening, he's the one running away from it. ]
The dryad did something, and I suppose we're all feeling the effects of it. I'm just trying to weather through the worst of it, that's all.
[ He speaks with a practiced ease that it would almost be convincing if the damned connection between him and Amos didn't exist. It's the only defense he has, however, because he wouldn't know what to say if Amos tries to reach out to him again.
Please just go, he thinks helplessly. It's no good to stay around someone like him. ]
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There's a brief flashback to an image of Amos with fangs and claws, but it's there and gone within the next split-second. Kaeya stays rooted in place because of the sudden spike of anxiety that he forgot is getting broadcasted right now, thanks to their renewed bond, so he does his best to smother it into dust.
He wonders how he can talk his way out of this one.
It's not the anger that hurts him more, not really. Anger is something he can deal with. Anger is familiar, an emotion he's learned how to navigate around thanks to coming face-to-face with it in the shape of a claymore covered in flames. What completely disarms him is the thrum of affection simmering underneath. Amos has always been too good of a man, and his kindness is wasted on Kaeya.
(He thinks this, and yet there's a sliver of sadness and longing filtering through. He wants this so badly, but he won't allow himself to have it. For their sake, he'll stay away.) ]
There's nothing to fix. I wouldn't worry about it.
[ It's funny. He spent so much time waiting for someone else to take the first step, and yet now that it's happening, he's the one running away from it. ]
The dryad did something, and I suppose we're all feeling the effects of it. I'm just trying to weather through the worst of it, that's all.
[ He speaks with a practiced ease that it would almost be convincing if the damned connection between him and Amos didn't exist. It's the only defense he has, however, because he wouldn't know what to say if Amos tries to reach out to him again.
Please just go, he thinks helplessly. It's no good to stay around someone like him. ]