closed starter for @witchertorsten location: eterna note: uwu
Eldar had been…nicer. Afshin couldn’t figure out why that was or what had happened, but he was okay with the new development. Whenever they used to talk in mirrors or dreams, it had been a one-sided berating. Or that was what Afshin considered it. What Eldar considered it was an entirely different thing. Alas, it was something he was going to take with a grain of salt. Niceties from someone that had never shown himself to be nice was quite suspicious. All he knew for sure was that something had happened to cause it that the elvhen could not speak of. Afshin would worry about talking about it later. If that was even possible.
A hand strummed across his lute as he looked around the room. It had been a gift to him. A gift. The last time he had gotten one, he had been twelve years old. His father had gifted him the Horn of the Skald on his birthday then. He’d never forget the words that had been said then. Just like he wouldn’t forget the words that had come with this lute.
Proud of you.
A smile lifted onto his face at the thought. Afshin wasn’t sure if he had ever heard those words in reference to him before. Hearing them from Torsten though? Well, he wasn’t sure why it made him feel the way it did, but there were always so many thoughts about it that he couldn’t quite process. Brows furrowed, he realized where his gaze had landed. “Why did you get this for me?”