You are worn with cares you should not yet own, I think.
[ Whereas Roy supplants a crude kind of levity for his pain, Thranduil brooks none of it and speaks with cutting attentiveness that veers sleekly away from the subject of Legolas and into depths ordinarily uncharted between strangers. This man wants to be impressed by the unknown, he senses. Mockery lies beneath a jaded smile, never lofty enough to reach those dark eyes, yet it all amounts to nothing so much as a smokescreen.
If Roy wants a piercing stare back on him (and Thranduil doubts he does, but lessons), he may command it entirely. Not quite a jest and neither entirely solemn, he bandies Roy's words back at him, after a fashion. ]
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[ Whereas Roy supplants a crude kind of levity for his pain, Thranduil brooks none of it and speaks with cutting attentiveness that veers sleekly away from the subject of Legolas and into depths ordinarily uncharted between strangers. This man wants to be impressed by the unknown, he senses. Mockery lies beneath a jaded smile, never lofty enough to reach those dark eyes, yet it all amounts to nothing so much as a smokescreen.
If Roy wants a piercing stare back on him (and Thranduil doubts he does, but lessons), he may command it entirely. Not quite a jest and neither entirely solemn, he bandies Roy's words back at him, after a fashion. ]
If you have need of aid, you have but to ask.