My words cut deeper than anything else could. Is that not enough? His name changes nothing.
But it has happened in the past, something may happen here one day where I may not be able to soothe it. If I hurt one of you, I would never forgive myself. This is the best choice right now. Solitude is not new to me.
I will tell you only if you give me your word that you won't be angry with him. I believe he is angrier with himself right now.
No. If you saw me at my worst, I would expect you to kill me. One life for the sake of many, it isn't a choice. I would never feel anger towards you, I would be thankful.
Wrathion does not particularly want to give his word. However, this is Arman. Therefore...]
I swear by the Aspects that I shall do my abject best to not be angry at whomever it is. I cannot promise better, but I can promise to avoid this individual until my ire has cooled.
There are ways to stop you that need not mean your death. Though should you truly harm an innocent, I would grant you a swift end. It would be what you wanted.
He froze time? I was not aware he had that particular power. Ugh.
[Arman can't see how Wrathion pinches the bridge of his nose, or hear the truly exasperated sigh.]
You are not wrong in that regard. We shall speak more when I arrive. I am on my way.
[He is perhaps not as swift as he can be--the day has been a long one, but Wrathion said he would find Arman, and find Arman he would. He does eventually spot him, and comes winging carefully in to settle down nearby, tossing his head a little.]
Would you prefer I stay in this form, or take Visage again? I do not wish to trouble you further.
[ Despite the fact that he knows Wrathion is coming he still starts a bit when he sees the shadow, but it calls to him in ways that no other soul does here. His veins are still glowing when the dragon lands nearby and he walks over quietly, nudging their foreheads together with a sigh.
No other here knows the struggle, he thinks, none so intimately. Wrathion knows the hatred from the outside, the scarcely contained rage within and the constant struggle to maintain that fragile peace. Arman closes his eyes, lifting a hand to rest it atop of his scales in a soothing gesture. ]
Stay like this, the dragon is less likely to be suspicious of a brother.
[ Despite the fact that his voice remains level he balls up a fist. ]
I could have killed him, Wrathion. And if the dragon took over in the common area? Many more people.
You speak in so many might have beens, brother. And not of what is.
[Arman chose, and that is all well and good with Wrathion. He closes his eyes and inclines his head, letting Arman touch his forehead to his own forehead plate, moving slowly. Not that he would be in a rush to move away. Instead, he curls himself into a ring around Arman's human form in a protective maneuver. Dragons they may be, but there are still things that prowl the fae lands.]
That you worry is good; it is something we must do for the mortals as a matter of course. We are dragons. But my kind have always been held to a higher standard--and by that I mean all the flights of my homeworld. Though perhaps my flight in particular, considering its history. Still. It is good that you kept your temper. It is good that you practice keeping it. I do it as well. I do not have halves, as you seem to, but I still have a temper...
[Aspects, does he. Sometimes he wonders if Kelson Haldane is his personal penance for how he wronged Anduin Wrynn. If his patience is being tried accordingly.]
You spoke sharply to him, I am sure--I would have done no different. I have done no different, especially when he's been particularly blockheaded. Did he not provoke you with words? Did he not attack you, in a way?
[Wrathion would call freezing time around himself an attack, were he not the one to do it. And there was no way he could, he was no bronze to wield time as a weapon.]
I cannot presume to know how your Mira would act, learning of what transpired with you. So I shall not speak for her. But I am proud of you for your restraint.
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But it has happened in the past, something may happen here one day where I may not be able to soothe it. If I hurt one of you, I would never forgive myself. This is the best choice right now. Solitude is not new to me.
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...do you think, that if I saw you rampaging, I would simply allow you to do so? You would not thank me to allow you to do that.
I would take no joy in harming you, brother, but if that was what it came to...
I will still come to you.
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No. If you saw me at my worst, I would expect you to kill me. One life for the sake of many, it isn't a choice. I would never feel anger towards you, I would be thankful.
Can you sense me, brother? I will call to you.
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I swear by the Aspects that I shall do my abject best to not be angry at whomever it is. I cannot promise better, but I can promise to avoid this individual until my ire has cooled.
There are ways to stop you that need not mean your death. Though should you truly harm an innocent, I would grant you a swift end. It would be what you wanted.
I will find you.
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Even before that. The dragon was willing to try to consume the woman I fell in love with, it will not hesitate to hurt an innocent.
I will be waiting.
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[Arman can't see how Wrathion pinches the bridge of his nose, or hear the truly exasperated sigh.]
You are not wrong in that regard. We shall speak more when I arrive. I am on my way.
[He is perhaps not as swift as he can be--the day has been a long one, but Wrathion said he would find Arman, and find Arman he would. He does eventually spot him, and comes winging carefully in to settle down nearby, tossing his head a little.]
Would you prefer I stay in this form, or take Visage again? I do not wish to trouble you further.
[His brother has endured enough, lately.]
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No other here knows the struggle, he thinks, none so intimately. Wrathion knows the hatred from the outside, the scarcely contained rage within and the constant struggle to maintain that fragile peace. Arman closes his eyes, lifting a hand to rest it atop of his scales in a soothing gesture. ]
Stay like this, the dragon is less likely to be suspicious of a brother.
[ Despite the fact that his voice remains level he balls up a fist. ]
I could have killed him, Wrathion. And if the dragon took over in the common area? Many more people.
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[Arman chose, and that is all well and good with Wrathion. He closes his eyes and inclines his head, letting Arman touch his forehead to his own forehead plate, moving slowly. Not that he would be in a rush to move away. Instead, he curls himself into a ring around Arman's human form in a protective maneuver. Dragons they may be, but there are still things that prowl the fae lands.]
That you worry is good; it is something we must do for the mortals as a matter of course. We are dragons. But my kind have always been held to a higher standard--and by that I mean all the flights of my homeworld. Though perhaps my flight in particular, considering its history. Still. It is good that you kept your temper. It is good that you practice keeping it. I do it as well. I do not have halves, as you seem to, but I still have a temper...
[Aspects, does he. Sometimes he wonders if Kelson Haldane is his personal penance for how he wronged Anduin Wrynn. If his patience is being tried accordingly.]
You spoke sharply to him, I am sure--I would have done no different. I have done no different, especially when he's been particularly blockheaded. Did he not provoke you with words? Did he not attack you, in a way?
[Wrathion would call freezing time around himself an attack, were he not the one to do it. And there was no way he could, he was no bronze to wield time as a weapon.]
I cannot presume to know how your Mira would act, learning of what transpired with you. So I shall not speak for her. But I am proud of you for your restraint.