Turrin might have avoided the rock if he wasn't distracted by her comments about him never noticing her in a romantic or sexual way. During his teenage years, Turrin was new to the city of strange city filled with new people and stranger customs. Since he was around fifteen when he arrived in Wind Reach, the city immediately put him into his bendi training as a game scout and apprentice hunter, so women were last on young foreigner's mind at the time. However, when he was made a hunter and became a avora, the myrian life started to settle down for a time. Soon after arriving in the city, Turrin met Drusilla and quickly bonded and became friends. Later, he introduced Drusilla to his sister Kaya, and they were almost inseparable. It made Turrin almost jealous seeing how close the two of them were.
Drusilla was over at his apartment constantly, so his mother started to refer to the young symenestra as her second daughter. Eventually, Turrin watched as his family slowly adopted the white haired girl into the family, so eventually he started to consider Drusilla his sister too. Until last winter, Turrin still considered Drusilla his sister even though their friendship was strain over the event of her last birthday when they slept with each other. The myrian could tell his relationship with Syveris and the events of the riots put even a greater strain on his relationship with Drusilla.
Turrin stood up, brushed off his backside, and continued walking down the inner warren to the Bent Arrow. The myrian knew that they needed to talk about their changing relationship with Drusilla. Changing the tone of his voice, Turrin said seriously to Drusilla without looking at her, “At the time if I didn't consider you my sister. I would have been definitely admiring your butt too...”
Turrin had to admit how awkward and stupid that he sounded trying to compliment her again. As he continued to walk down the corridor, he said simply, “Drusilla, I met you when I was fifteen, and for about ten years, I was calling you my sister, so it was quite difficult to not think you as a part of the family. You know what my mother and sister were like. They basically adopted you into the family.”
Trying to think of the right words, Turrin knew that he wasn't a word smith, but he had to be delicate with what he was about to say now, “...for the longest time, the thought of you a romantic partner was considered taboo for me because in my eyes, you were part of my family...”
Returning his gaze back to the corridor, the myrian continued gently, “I have to admit. For a time in my avora years, I was starting to grow emotionally attached to you. For about year, I sort of wished you never referred to me as your brother. It might have been a different ten years for us...” Turrin paused for a moment remembering those confusing days and continued, “However, I didn't want to take away your happiness by not letting you call me your brother and belonging to our family, so I swallowed my selfish feelings and fully embraced being your brother..”
During his time in the Unforgiving, Turrin had a long time to reflex about his life choices. The endal needed to time to mourn the loss of Syveris, and he needed to figure out the confusing relationship with Drusilla. Also, he needed to come to grip that he fought and killed his owe people that he sworn to protect during the riots, so it was necessary to leave for a time. The endal only wanted happiness for the white haired symenestra, so if she was interested in this Brandon character, he would support it. Turrin gave her grin and said with a smile, “You know if you really want to impress, Brandon Blackwing. We really need to get you in some leather attire...”
Drusilla was over at his apartment constantly, so his mother started to refer to the young symenestra as her second daughter. Eventually, Turrin watched as his family slowly adopted the white haired girl into the family, so eventually he started to consider Drusilla his sister too. Until last winter, Turrin still considered Drusilla his sister even though their friendship was strain over the event of her last birthday when they slept with each other. The myrian could tell his relationship with Syveris and the events of the riots put even a greater strain on his relationship with Drusilla.
Turrin stood up, brushed off his backside, and continued walking down the inner warren to the Bent Arrow. The myrian knew that they needed to talk about their changing relationship with Drusilla. Changing the tone of his voice, Turrin said seriously to Drusilla without looking at her, “At the time if I didn't consider you my sister. I would have been definitely admiring your butt too...”
Turrin had to admit how awkward and stupid that he sounded trying to compliment her again. As he continued to walk down the corridor, he said simply, “Drusilla, I met you when I was fifteen, and for about ten years, I was calling you my sister, so it was quite difficult to not think you as a part of the family. You know what my mother and sister were like. They basically adopted you into the family.”
Trying to think of the right words, Turrin knew that he wasn't a word smith, but he had to be delicate with what he was about to say now, “...for the longest time, the thought of you a romantic partner was considered taboo for me because in my eyes, you were part of my family...”
Returning his gaze back to the corridor, the myrian continued gently, “I have to admit. For a time in my avora years, I was starting to grow emotionally attached to you. For about year, I sort of wished you never referred to me as your brother. It might have been a different ten years for us...” Turrin paused for a moment remembering those confusing days and continued, “However, I didn't want to take away your happiness by not letting you call me your brother and belonging to our family, so I swallowed my selfish feelings and fully embraced being your brother..”
During his time in the Unforgiving, Turrin had a long time to reflex about his life choices. The endal needed to time to mourn the loss of Syveris, and he needed to figure out the confusing relationship with Drusilla. Also, he needed to come to grip that he fought and killed his owe people that he sworn to protect during the riots, so it was necessary to leave for a time. The endal only wanted happiness for the white haired symenestra, so if she was interested in this Brandon character, he would support it. Turrin gave her grin and said with a smile, “You know if you really want to impress, Brandon Blackwing. We really need to get you in some leather attire...”