he feels like shit. eyes dry and gritty from fatigue, body sore from hours spent in the training room. part of him wants to retreat to his room, to curl in a ball and SLEEP, ignoring the thoughts swirling in his brain. but no, he needs to find dorian, needs to respond before he loses his nerve and changes his mind.
so he trudges up the stairs, makes his way to dorian’s room, and pushes inside without knocking.
❛ i’ll do it, ❜ he says, eyes fierce and chest tight. ❛ if it’s as important as you say, i’ll do it. ❜ his heart thuds in his chest at the admission and he wants to look away, to run, to hide, SOMETHING– but he doesn’t. just stares firmly at dorian and raises his chin defiantly.