s a b r i e l
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Sabriel understood the concept of what Micteca was, what she had trained for, but it doesn't make knowing it any better. He could not just turn his feelings off because of the choices they both had made, and that was clear in the turmoil that he was feeling now. The proclivity of them both kept them on seperate paths, and that was something Sabriel had learned to accept. She had her life and he had his, and love wasn't able to keep them together. It was a harsh fact of life, and there was nothing they could do about it. Sabriel was accoustomed to life being harsh, because his birth mother had died shortly after his birth, and he had not been the one his red father decided to save. He holds no grudges about having been the one chosen to be left behind; he was simply grateful someone had grabbed him at all.

It did not get that much easier, though he had been happy enough to grow up with the gypsies. Then things had fallen apart more, his fathers leaving the gypsies, his adoptive mother dying.. Sabriel had tried to get it together at that point, tried to hold onto what he did have, but in the end he wasn't able to be what he was not, and Micteca couldn't be anything than what she was as well. Perhaps it was better for him to have left when he did, rather than wait and wonder if one of those days Micteca wouldn't come home again. Assassins risked their lives, because what they were only meant they were willing to kill others. Sabriel did not believe in that. For those two reasons, even without his need to be a gypsy, it wouldn't have worked out. Knowledge to have aquired far too late to save his heart.

He noted her own look to the wounds and listened to her words. It made sense, but it did not make him happy to hear it. "Diveen is a stronghold for killers no longer, and with you all scattered to the winds, those who've been wronged by your kind might strike while everyone's vulnerable. You should be more careful, watch your back." He said quietly. It did not occur to him until just then that she might be more at risk now for the things assassins had done, and it bothered him. There was little he could do about it except be worried over her safety, but if this was what she wanted, the lifestyle she wanted to chase, then it was none of his business anymore. Sabriel did not belong in a war of 'angels' and 'gods' and anything of the sort. He was simply a gypsy, and did not condone violence that they dealt.

When Micteca asked about him being conflicted and over what, his brows furrowed and he frowned a little. "I found you." That was his answer to her, the thing he felt conflicted over. He had been trying to let go, and to have found her here now... that made it less easy for him to do. And now he would just be concerned about her, because things were dangerous for her and her kind. These were his troubles, what would be on his mind now. Too much confusion, to be honest. He did not find her next words to be the good news that she did, and that should be obvious from what he had said already, the risks she would be taking and already was. He looked away from her, feeling the pain welling up within himself. He should not have come here, and now he had to deal with all that came with the fact that he had anyway.


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male -- eleven -- mate to none -- soulbound to anemone -- gypsy