[Tyler freezes and Ankari can clock that icey chill of fear in him. His own eyes round, rethinking is he had accidentally spoken truth in his description, if it slipped out of him too frightfully. No, he had been truthful without speaking the language beneath. It shouldn't shudder through the other man like he can see in his expression. Not unless it just... hits something tender inside him.]
... my apologies, in turn. You tell me I'm not stuck up and then I promptly condescend to you. A prince, indeed. [Something of a joke to try and lighten this heavy air.
A useful distraction, because what he "deserves" goes unaddressed, washes passed him. He cannot comprehend holding any inherent value, just being himself. He was always scrounging to be "worth" anything at all, it was his biggest challenge as a prince, one he always fell short on... sometimes this was out of his control and sometimes it was willful, him being stubborn in refusing to bend to terrible whims of his father.]
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... my apologies, in turn. You tell me I'm not stuck up and then I promptly condescend to you. A prince, indeed. [Something of a joke to try and lighten this heavy air.
A useful distraction, because what he "deserves" goes unaddressed, washes passed him. He cannot comprehend holding any inherent value, just being himself. He was always scrounging to be "worth" anything at all, it was his biggest challenge as a prince, one he always fell short on... sometimes this was out of his control and sometimes it was willful, him being stubborn in refusing to bend to terrible whims of his father.]