Yeah, yeah he is. Though actually, Shinybottom might have him beat in the department of 'how much parental abuse we took'. Valyn only got fucked over by his dad, Shinybottom got fucked over by his dad and then the father-figure he found afterwards, in epically cruel ways. There also may have been bad-touch.
Valyn wins in the 'how much parental abuse effected us' department.
And they both have huge issues with feeling useless and unloved and out of their element and desperate to prove themselves.
Together they could be the least functioning two-legger ever.
Gah, mentioning Mero just makes it worse! HERE IS ANOTHER SNIPPET INVOLVING NON-HBC CHARACTERS!
What an odd pair they made! He so pale and slim and soft, almost angelic with his golden waves of hair and his feminine features. He looked his part, at least - beautiful and regal and flawless. But inside he was a complete and utter mess, a roiling bundle of emotions he barely understood let alone could process or deal with properly. His father, his duties, his station, his future…it all weighed on him more heavily than anything should ever weigh on a fourteen year old boy. And lately he had been worrying about other things, new things that had never seemed important or worth considering before. Political unrest was running high, challenges and threats to his father lurked around every corner. If something were to happen, what then? He was hardly ready to step up into his father's place! Even if nothing happened to his father, he still had to think of his duties to his bloodline. Regardless of how he felt for his immediate kin, he was fiercely proud of his blood and family name. And he would have to marry - a prospect which filled him mostly with unease and dismay. But he would marry, eventually. Or whenever his father decided it was time.
And then there was Tristan. Dusky and muscled now that he'd grown into himself, the servant looked more like a wolf than anything. With his shaggy dark hair and his odd golden eyes and the way he grinned… there was something almost wild about him. Perhaps it was the magic, perhaps it was just the young man's nature. He thought and acted quickly, he paid attention to everything, and he had a gilded tongue! An answer for everything, quick and smart and without stumbling over his words. And nothing seemed to bother him at all. Never did Tristan speak of any problems or ask for help or advice. All he did was listen and offer his own help and advice, and provide a constant shoulder to lean on.
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Valyn wins in the 'how much parental abuse effected us' department.
And they both have huge issues with feeling useless and unloved and out of their element and desperate to prove themselves.
Together they could be the least functioning two-legger ever.
Gah, mentioning Mero just makes it worse! HERE IS ANOTHER SNIPPET INVOLVING NON-HBC CHARACTERS!
What an odd pair they made! He so pale and slim and soft, almost angelic with his golden waves of hair and his feminine features. He looked his part, at least - beautiful and regal and flawless. But inside he was a complete and utter mess, a roiling bundle of emotions he barely understood let alone could process or deal with properly. His father, his duties, his station, his future…it all weighed on him more heavily than anything should ever weigh on a fourteen year old boy. And lately he had been worrying about other things, new things that had never seemed important or worth considering before. Political unrest was running high, challenges and threats to his father lurked around every corner. If something were to happen, what then? He was hardly ready to step up into his father's place! Even if nothing happened to his father, he still had to think of his duties to his bloodline. Regardless of how he felt for his immediate kin, he was fiercely proud of his blood and family name. And he would have to marry - a prospect which filled him mostly with unease and dismay. But he would marry, eventually. Or whenever his father decided it was time.
And then there was Tristan. Dusky and muscled now that he'd grown into himself, the servant looked more like a wolf than anything. With his shaggy dark hair and his odd golden eyes and the way he grinned… there was something almost wild about him. Perhaps it was the magic, perhaps it was just the young man's nature. He thought and acted quickly, he paid attention to everything, and he had a gilded tongue! An answer for everything, quick and smart and without stumbling over his words. And nothing seemed to bother him at all. Never did Tristan speak of any problems or ask for help or advice. All he did was listen and offer his own help and advice, and provide a constant shoulder to lean on.