Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160723005405/@comment-5543592-20160723011346

(If you think that's best Laz.  I can see how you came to feel that way.)

"I guess it was pretty brave of me." Crimson said, running his finger around the rim of the cup.

"Brave of you?" The noblewoman replied. "You're a hero!"

"I'm no hero." Crimson said darkly. "The ones who didn't make it home... they're the real heroes." He lowered his head, voice full of emotion. "I lost a lot of good friends in the war.  I told myself I'd never love again.  But when you're in that trench and the only thing you want is to go home... you start to realize what really matters.  The sun on your face, the colour of the grass, the gentle touch of a woman..." He whispered.

He looked up at her with warm, deep, amber eyes. "Thank you for listening to me.  I've... never spoken to anyone about this before.  It's been hard for me."

"It's alright." The woman sobbed, wiping her eyes. "Is... there anything more you want to tell me?  We can speak somewhere private if you're uncomfortable out here."

"If you're willing to hear." He turned away, suddenly ashamed. "I know what I have to say... it's not pretty."

"No, Drake." She protested suddenly, setting her hand on his. "You can tell me anything."

Crimson's mouth tugged into smiled on the hidden side of his face just infractionally, before he turned back to her and continued.