Nicaise let Laurent's words sit and ruminate. It was true, he had learned how to survive at a young age. Anyone born into poverty must. And he had learned a new sort of survival at ten when he came to the Palace. He had missed his family so intensely at first he would cry himself to sleep. He did not like the ways the Regent would try to comfort him, and he soon learned that the Palace wasn't a place where you were allowed to be vulnerable. After the first few weeks he hadn't once let himself cry again.
He wouldn't let it happen now, not here. He had already shown enough weakness by taking a piece of glass to his wrists in a failed attempt at leaving this place.
He didn't know what sort of friend Laurent could be, or what that even meant, but he did not want to be fragile. He would not.
Nicaise took one breath, two, and carefully picked his utensils up to eat. "I'm fine, but his ugly face is ruining my appetite," Nicaise said, turning his nose up at the Akielon.
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Date: 2017-01-30 07:45 pm (UTC)He wouldn't let it happen now, not here. He had already shown enough weakness by taking a piece of glass to his wrists in a failed attempt at leaving this place.
He didn't know what sort of friend Laurent could be, or what that even meant, but he did not want to be fragile. He would not.
Nicaise took one breath, two, and carefully picked his utensils up to eat. "I'm fine, but his ugly face is ruining my appetite," Nicaise said, turning his nose up at the Akielon.