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Range hood is installed and running! Maybe the smoke detector won't go off as I am cooking! Or it might. 😉 #iburnstuff #cooking #rangehood #gettingclosertodone #oldfarmhouse #oldhousenewkitchen #misseffgetsanewkitchen (at Miss Effie's Country Flowers and Garden Stuff)
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i-burn-stuff replied to your post: Xanatos picked the boy up, hugging him. “Shh, the faceless ones speak only lies. I have had my share of trouble with them lately myself.”
“Efling, I know it’s hard not to believe. But I swear to you those words mean less than nothing. I had to find that for myself when they told me I was worthless, stupid… nothing but a beast. They lie. But they lie well.” Xanatos assured him gently
How could they not be at least a little true, though? The greyface had nothing to gain by lying, right? And the words would not have affected them if they were completely false, right? He didn't know. The only thing he knew right now was it hurt. It hurt him inside, and he was safe with Xanatos. He didn't want to be put down just yet. Didn't want to be vulnerable again. To be standing on the same dirt as the greymages. He didn't say anything, only continued to cry quietly against the Dremora.
Xanatos picked the boy up, hugging him. "Shh, the faceless ones speak only lies. I have had my share of trouble with them lately myself."
Thaerondil sobs against the Dremora like a young child that had just been given the scolding of his life. He clung tightly, never wanting to be let go. Were they lies, though? Or was his friend just telling him that?
