OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING
@glidewing-bard said: "Can't sleep?"
“ Sleep would be a luxury at this point. I do apologize again for dragging you here so late... I’ve simply no one else to speak to, really. ” One would normally question such a late night visit, however, truth be told he’d found himself welcoming any visit so long as it filled an otherwise empty home, even if said visit was done by force. Bard’s frequent appearances, albeit confusing, were one of few he’d found himself anticipating despite old wounds. So when the Musician knocks, as per a texted request for his presence (more like a plea), he greets him with urgency and pleasantries, varieties of teas and sweets awaiting them in the living room.
The small talk they have is one-sided; heavily leaned in favor of Bard as per his being prompted to speak in order to fill uncomfortable silence.
“ Bard, would you indulge me in my asking of a personal question? ” He interjects rather rudely in the midst of a story he’s paid half a mind to. The warmth heating gloved hands does well to quell anxieties, despite their intensity ever growing as the night draws on. A slow sip rejuvenates - helps him piece together the right words, put thoughts into proper place - soon to be forgotten as it’s set aside.
“ Have you ever...? Has anyone ever treated you different? Because of who you are - not as a person per say, but... Casting assumptions, or rather, treating you with great disregard to what you might feel? As though you’re incapable of such things... ” A heavy handed question coming from a gaudy Monarch with a bad history, though he hopes the past could be left forgotten. There’s probably some form of irony in his seeking wisdom after ignoring so many others.
“ ...It’s almost as though they believe themselves to know better. As though you’re something fragile they wish to either break or protect. Like a... What are they called... Baba - it’s a type of toy, the one you dress up and control. ” He pauses, snapping fingers, wracking a tired mind for a translation that never comes, giving in with a frustrated sigh of defeat. “ It doesn’t matter. You do understand my question, don’t you...? ”
