#prodgxlis

worry turns into stone, sinking deep into his stomach. from the moment the news reaches the liege's ears, it's impossible not to stop thinking about it. about his friend, how heartbroken he must be. upon arrival, a lot of whispers reverberate through the hall, the lighthearted nature of newcomers growing somber as they hear what has happened. it is difficult to stop his impulsive nature, to go to where he is to hug him close — but lian knows that strutting into the garramoth chambers, so soon after what happened, is not a good idea. thus, he tries to see his friend, catch glimpses of him- yet the moment does not arise, no matter how much he tries. it's days later, when he cannot wait more- that he decides that he will take his shot at seeing if cian's at his chambers. worst case would be kaelen being there- lian is sure he would be unwelcome, but even then, he knows he will be told to leave. in the grand scheme of things, it cannot even be classified as a risk. gentle hands knock against the wood of their door, shifting from one foot to another, worry palpable in his stature. when the door finally opens, words fall one after another in a rush. "cian! i'm sorry it took me so long — i just couldn't catch you..." guilt soaks into his tone, large eyes focused on the other- how he looks, how he must feel. "do you have some time now?"