( Mika doesn't seem like he agrees with the selfless assessment, either. He doesn't think he'd call it selflessness... maybe married to his image? Wanting to fulfill a certain role? The way Solomon does it is difficult for Mika to parse.
The remark gives him pause. )
... Don't give yourself too much credit. ( Rude, Mika. ) ... I feel twice as exhausted now.
It's only natural. Emotions are exhausting things.
[With a rustling of fabric and a creaking of the couch underneath, Solomon lifts himself back to his feet, gently tugging the sleeves of his shirt further against his wrists. No need to show all of that on accident, even if he thinks Mika would no longer find it a surprise.]
I'll leave you to rest.
Just don't stay in this tomb of yours forever, my king. Okay?
( He watches himself get up - recompose, and return to how he was, as if that blip were a mirage, something to discount.
But he hears the echo of the pulse, even if things may begin to return to normal. The slight construction, not yet fully eased up. )
... I'll see if it's not too comfortable in here. Vampires do love coffins.
( Wrly, but not total rejection. He'll remain where he is - and, when Solomon leaves, curl up under the covers again, his ruminations different than before. )
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[Because he isn't. He knows he isn't.
But it's not a topic for now, or for Mika, who already has so little faith in him.]
...You're a little calmer now than you were before. I'm glad.
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The remark gives him pause. )
... Don't give yourself too much credit. ( Rude, Mika. ) ... I feel twice as exhausted now.
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[With a rustling of fabric and a creaking of the couch underneath, Solomon lifts himself back to his feet, gently tugging the sleeves of his shirt further against his wrists. No need to show all of that on accident, even if he thinks Mika would no longer find it a surprise.]
I'll leave you to rest.
Just don't stay in this tomb of yours forever, my king. Okay?
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But he hears the echo of the pulse, even if things may begin to return to normal. The slight construction, not yet fully eased up. )
... I'll see if it's not too comfortable in here. Vampires do love coffins.
( Wrly, but not total rejection. He'll remain where he is - and, when Solomon leaves, curl up under the covers again, his ruminations different than before. )