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Larkin

Larkin

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"Kor, she went on a date with him!" Larkin gave an exasperated sigh, his friend just was not getting it. "I could just wring that pretty boy's little neck just for looking at her." He had been pacing erratically for the past twenty minutes near the pond he and Kor had first had their exchange.

He had resorted to muttering to himself, giving slight outbursts that probably made little sense to the blind intiate that had been forced into listening to it. The pacing certainly didn't help him look any better. He only paused his pacing to stroke the glossy black feathers of Repent, or to offer him a snack from the satchel of treats he had started wearing just for the birds that always hung around Kor.

"Ivan has no good intentions, he's a playboy and she's just going to get hurt." Larkin wouldn't admit it, but many would have said the same of him none too long ago. Throwing his hands up, a scoff leaving his lips as he tutted around like a mother hen scolding her chick. "She's even late. Probably his doing."

He looked to Kor to say something, but didn't really expect too much of the typically quiet intiate. He scanned the direction Zephyrine should be coming from, folding his arms and tapping his foot. He was only upset because he was worried, though perhaps he was a little more worried than was necessary.

Kor Zephyrine
 
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This had been persisting for nearly half an hour, Larkin walking in circles, lips awash with concern for their mutual friend, Zephyrine, amid the news she'd been engaged in some vague relationship with Ivan Skender. Kor hadn't moved since he'd begun, perched upon a tree stump by the edge of a lake with his forehead resting on a propped knee, blind eyes closed as Repent enjoyed Larkin's attention.

"I understand your anger, Larkin." Kor finally found a moment to interject. "I find Skender to be distasteful, but he's not worth my rage. Nor is he worth yours." Not too long ago, Larkin had a perfectly reasonable motive to be wrathful. He'd only just begun to get over that, and there was scant reason to place another emotional hurdle in front of himself.

Truthfully, Kor had been surprised to hear the rumors himself. The feelings it brought to his chest had been... somewhat confusing. He knew disappointment, but he could not decipher what exactly it was that he felt it towards. Perhaps he'd simply thought Zephyrine would have better taste. Perhaps he worried about what being in a relationship would do to her commitment to leave with the two of them.

Perhaps... it was something more.

No matter what nagged at the back of his mind, he was handling it far better than Larkin.

"Part of our pact is that we do not make decisions for one another. Being led by the hand is what we seek to escape. If Zephyrine chooses this path, and it hurts her, then it is what must happen. I will take no pleasure in witnessing it, but I will not act to stop it."

Not unless Ivan forces my hand...

The thought briefly came to him, causing his milk-white eyes to open and his head to rise up as a change in the wind blew the hood from his head, the messy black hair underneath flaring up against the breeze. "You and I have both already learned this lesson. She has not."

Larkin Zephyrine
 
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Larkin was still muttering under his breath as Kor forced his way in. He wanted to argue with
Kor, wanted to fight his words. Still, with a puff of air, and irritation still on his lips, he conceded to him. There was something in his words that stifled the frustration and anger from Larkin. He nodded slowly in concession, even if Kor couldn't see it, he would pick up the change of mood in the air, he was good at that.

He sighed, feeling deflated. He really cared for Zeph, she was like a little sister to him, and he couldn't stand the thought of her getting hurt. He knew she would have to learn and grow on her own, but a part of him just wanted to hover and help, make things easier on her.

"I know that you're right, though it pains me to admit it. As much as being here at the academy tests us and breaks us, this is one hurt I hope to never see from our Zephyrine. I understand it's inevitable and that I can't protect her from everything, but do you blame my desire to try?"

He rubbed his face with his hands, a groan escaping his lips. "You've been particularly patient with me today, listening to me go on and on like an idiot." He tilted his head towards Kor, a smile finally crossing his face. "I know we didn't trust each other very much, but I do now consider you a friend."

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Larkin's sudden show of sentiment caused Kor's brows to rise, the faintest glimpse of a smirk rising on one side of his mouth as he tilted his head up at the musician, staring with blank, unseeing eyes. "You'll have to forgive me. I'm still working to understand the definition of that word. The first person who called me that... I think I felt something more for."

It had taken time for him to come to terms with the fact he'd felt something beyond fondness for the girl of sand. Only after the pain of her death did he admit himself capable of such a deeper emotion. "The second was Zephyrine, and now you. I am growing to trust you, I am learning to be comfortable around you. If that is friendship, perhaps we are indeed getting there."

Kor wrapped his arms around his knee, resting his chin against it. "But there are also things I don't understand. This fretting about, this need to protect Zephyrine from negativity and harm. Why? She must learn, as all creatures do. If she does not face this trial now, she will face it later."

Kor ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, his glazy eyes narrowing.

"Graduation approaches soon. We cannot afford to delay pain. What comes next will bring enough of it."

Larkin Zephyrine
 
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