Ichor-Blood of the Gods (A Camp Half-Blood rp) *Accepting*

[Anomaly]

Dresyn came over to her and snatched up her hands in his, holding them tightly. He looked down at her, his sightless eyes flicking to and fro. "This is part of who I am. If you can't accept that, then I'm best on my own." He kissed the top of her knuckles gently and pulled back, going back to work on the boat.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri said "I can but every sentence you say to me seems to bring up your blindness in one way or another, i think you cant accept it."

[Anomaly]

Dresyn whispered, "I can't accept being alive this long. And it's not the blindness itself. It's the change of bodies and I'm still blind. That's how it is and that is how it should be. Just leave it there, Azzri."

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri was about to ask but shrugged it off sadly.

[Anomaly]

Dresyn sighed and walked over to the mess. "At least I can accept the fact that I've lost my sight permenantly. Could you?" Dresyn picked up the sail again and got back to work.

[blacknightwolf]

If you can than i can so can you not bring it up again?" and sighed bored and not wanting to fight.

[Anomaly]

"How did I? Explain that to me. Just now, I didn't bring it up. It was you." Dresyn put the sail down, a little more angerly than he had before.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri said "just drop it if you dont want to talk about it please then."

[Anomaly]

"You brought this up, Azzri. You should have forseen this." He went out of the basement, heading up. He was at least going to eat something.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri sighed and stayed.