"Very well." He still sounds stiff, displeased, but he's not exactly angry any more. Sort of. Maybe. "It's not an objectionable idea, I suppose."
Ekkehardt sighs, pulling out another clump of weeds. They wither almost instantly in his hands; he wonders, vaguely, if it's because surging emotions have made the creature inside more active.
He wasn't this hungry before Avery came here. Then again, it's not as if hunger was much of a priority for him regardless. He'd been good at tempering it, a sort of ruthless management to prove...something. That he could still control some part of himself, even as his emotions spiralled out of his grasp.
"Just be patient," he says, and it's almost an apology. "It's not as if I'm going to throw you out, so you don't need to fret about that."
Avery leans against the shovel handle, resting his chin on top of his hands. "You could at least pretend," he almost says, but immediately realizes that he'd like that even less.
"Never been good at being patient," he admits with an almost childish pout.
"This is abundantly obvious," he retorts, the response almost immediate. He has to bite back a laugh at Avery's pout, annoyed at the fact he can even laugh about much of anything these days.
Avery amuses him. Lightens the heavy burden he was responsible for putting onto him in the first place, and he finds that cosmically unfair in some hard-to-define way.
"You've never had to wait for anything in your life, have you?"
He slips a hand free from is prison beneath his chin and tilts it from side to side. "Yes and no. Mother tried, of course, but I've always been the sort to take matters into my own hands if I needed to." He chuckles.
"What an unusual hero," he says, after a moment, and leaves it at that. After a moment, he goes back to rearranging the garden plot to his satisfaction, the tension in his body language lessening somewhat as he works. He seems to take to it well, despite not having though about it before.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Ekkehardt sighs, pulling out another clump of weeds. They wither almost instantly in his hands; he wonders, vaguely, if it's because surging emotions have made the creature inside more active.
He wasn't this hungry before Avery came here. Then again, it's not as if hunger was much of a priority for him regardless. He'd been good at tempering it, a sort of ruthless management to prove...something. That he could still control some part of himself, even as his emotions spiralled out of his grasp.
"Just be patient," he says, and it's almost an apology. "It's not as if I'm going to throw you out, so you don't need to fret about that."
no subject
"Never been good at being patient," he admits with an almost childish pout.
no subject
Avery amuses him. Lightens the heavy burden he was responsible for putting onto him in the first place, and he finds that cosmically unfair in some hard-to-define way.
"You've never had to wait for anything in your life, have you?"
no subject
"Always worth the punishment afterwards though."
no subject