closed starter for @witchertorsten location: their lil room uwu note: not so uwu tho
Remorse towards a place where a woman who couldn't shut up came from did not exist. He'd never understand why Torsten went and he'd also never understand why Eldar did either. As much as he didn't care what happened to any place that wasn't Iskaldrik, he had been concerned about both of them. If something had happened to Torsten while he was there, then what? If something had happened to Eldar? Well, he wouldn't be there right now to even be having a conversation with the other part of his soul right now. Afshin never had these conversations when Torsten was around because he already knew how his Kingsguard felt about the elvhen. There was also the fact that he was fully concerned about Eldar's intentions if he didn't keep the guy in check. If that was even possible. Torsten could obviously defend himself though so he wasn't even sure why he was thinking about that right now.
"Can you just fuck off for two seconds? I can't even look in a mirror without you bothering me."
"Bothering you? I'm protecting you, Afshin. You'd do well to remember that. If you don't survive, I don't survive."
"Thank you for your love and care, asshole."
He moved to turn the mirror around so that he couldn't see the reflection anymore. Then he moved towards another one to flip it around. Once all of them were sufficiently not facing him, his hand dragged down his face. It was almost like he could still heard the elvhen in his head, but it was quiet. He preferred quiet right now. Moving to sit down on the bed, he let his head fall into his hands, eyes closing. "This place is a prison." That could've meant a plethora of things, but right now it felt like he was just talking about himself. A damn changeling sharing a soul with someone like Eldar.