“I want to know why you run away.” for Micah. :3c
A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.
Khamri’a slowly raised a brow. “I am afraid you are going to have to be a little more specific.”
He was on the run from many things. He’d lived as a thief very nearly the whole of his life--every trip to Limsa Lominsa was a dodgy affair, for who knew how many knew his name or remembered his face. Likewise was he wary in Ul’dah, for he had opportunistic allies and foes aplenty there. He shuddered to think about what might happen were he to run into R’shaad again. As such, he’d been giving the two cities a wide berth for moons.
That probably wasn’t what the question was directed towards, however. Khamri’a frowned. Was he forgetting something? That seemed unlikely--he always kept tabs on all his numerous worries. So if it wasn’t the obvious, then what--
The Miqo’te barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. His feelings. Of course. Everyone’s favorite topic to be wildly intrusive about. That, too, he had given a wide berth for years--he supposed some would call that running, though he did not. He simply had his priorities straight, and romance was effectively at the bottom of the list. It had no place in his day-to-day worries. It wasn’t worth considering.
And yet.... In the moons since he’d met R’ouros, he had been considering it. He’d considered it more and more every day, much to his chagrin. Where normally he was adept at brushing off the little crushes he developed every so often, his fondness for R’ouros was becoming impossible to ignore. He’d not felt such kinship with another person in an age.
But he had no intention of following those feelings through, no matter how strong they’d become. Nothing good would come of it. At best, it would make their relationship awkward, and it already felt tenuous enough as it was. They'd made amends, but sometimes it felt as though they were still tiptoeing around each other. He didn’t wish to upset the balance. And at worst…
He was running, after all. It was fear that drove him, so similar to and yet so different from all his other woes. For it was not just his own heart he was trying to protect.
“I run because I must,” he said finally. He would not give his questioner to satisfaction of knowing a thing about his fears. “I run in order to protect myself. I run in order to protect others. It is better than the alternative.”