He extended a hand toward her, palm up, an invitation perhaps. "But I have my boundaries. I know what is mine, and I know that it's my decision whether to share it or not. And there are some things that a man just doesn't share…”
ok…….
Tats leaned across her lap to speak to Greft. She hadn't even realized he'd been listening to him. "So," he asked conversationally, "how do you tell the difference between today and tomorrow?"
"Beg pardon?" Greft said, sounding annoyed at the interruption. His affability evaporated.
Tats didn't move. He was practically lying in her lap. "How do you tell when it's today and when it's tomorrow, in terms of sharing what you have? At what point do you say to yourself, well, I didn't share yesterday, so I was strong and hunted and got some meat today, so I can share this meat today. Or do you just keep thinking, I better eat it all myself so that I'll be strong again tomorrow?"
"I think you're missing my point," Greft said
"Am I? Explain it again, then." There was challenge in Tats's voice.
Thymara gave Tats a small nudge to get him to move. He sat up, but somehow he was closer to her. His hip pressed hers now.
i knew a love triangle was coming but i really hope this isn’t the other guy. tats was obviously the first
She suddenly felt uncomfortable and trapped sitting between Greft and Tats, as if she represented territory to be won to one side or the other. She shifted her weight slightly away from Tats and felt cooler air touch her where his body had been against hers.
of all the places for this nonsense to occur, the fantasy equivalent of the amazon rainforest has got to be the worst. plus there are hungry, people-hating dragons added to the mix. tighten up, y’all. lock tf in.
"You're just not like us. So I don't think you can really understand why we're here. Any more than I can understand why you're here." He dropped his voice a notch, but his words still carried. "The Council was looking for Rain Wilders like us. The ones they'd like to be rid of. But I heard they also offered amnesty to certain others. Criminals, for example. I heard some people were offered a chance to leave Trehaug rather than face the consequences of what they had done."
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Something had just happened, something bigger than the verbal sparring between the two young men. She tried to put a name to it and couldn't. He's shifted the balance, she thought as she glanced over at Greft. He had leaned forward and was pushing the ends of the firewood into the flames. He's made Tats an outsider.
BITCH BITCH I HATE YOU BITCH. HIM AND HIS MOTHER WERE ENSLAVED AND HAD NO SKILLS TO EQUIP THEMSELVES FOR FREEDOM. GREFT FUCK OFF
and trying to make himself superior because he were born in the rain wilds and tats wasn’t is ridiculous. especially since no one in trehaug would ever claim ANY of them
"He isn't your beau, eh? Well, well. What a surprise.” Then, he raised one eyebrow at her and leaned closer to ask with a smirk, "Does he know that?"
"Of course he does! He knows the laws. Girls like me can't be courted or married. We aren't allowed to have children. So there's no sense in having beaus."
Greft looked at her steadily. His eyes, blue on glowing blue, suddenly softened with sympathy. "You've been so well schooled in their rules, haven't you? That's a shame." He pressed his narrow lips together, shook his head, and gave a small sigh. For a time he watched the fire. Then when he looked back at her, his thin mouth stretched in a smile. He leaned closer to her, setting his hand on her thigh to speak right by her ear. His breath was warm on her ear and neck. It sent a shiver down her back. "Where we are going, we can make our own rules. Think about that."
idk, i have a soft spot for friends to lovers, especially when the friend in question is one of the few people to recognize a character’s good qualities before others do. tats also seems chill, if a bit prickly. but lots of people would be jealous if they were him sooo whatever. he’s a teenager.
but greft…please tell me he’s not seriously in the running to be thymara’s love interest. tell me he’s a minor antagonist that’s quickly disposed of and we never hear from him again. please
