[ In spite of all their arguments, Owain still wishes that they can have some sort of conversation that doesn't end with them walking away from one another angry. While not especially close, Owain does know Gerome well enough to at least have some sort of idea of where to find him. It takes far longer than he would have liked, but Owain eventually comes across the section of forest that Gerome is currently brooding in. He sees him before he can hear him, but he can at least tell that he seems to be... talking to something?
Or someone, really. He's pretty sure both Gerome and Aunt Cherche would kill him if he referred to Minerva as a "thing". But either way, it's enough for Owain to stop and reconsider his original plan to call out to Gerome. Would... it be rude to listen in? Perhaps. Most definitely. But Owain wants this insight into how Gerome is when there's no one else around him. He slows down his pace, instead stepping lightly in the snow as he walks closer, like how his father taught him. He's careful as he makes his way closer and closer until the only thing keeping Owain from being seen is the tree that stands between them.
He gets there too late to hear the start, but he hears enough to know that Gerome is talking about him, talking about them. Owain pokes his head slightly out to watch Gerome as he continues to speak to Minerva. He's... not used to hearing him speak like that. Even when they're not fighting, Gerome speaks with such a rough voice it's a wonder that he's not hoarse every day of the week. No, it's soft, pensive.
His hand trails along the bark of the tree as Owain speaks very softly: ] Gerome.
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Or someone, really. He's pretty sure both Gerome and Aunt Cherche would kill him if he referred to Minerva as a "thing". But either way, it's enough for Owain to stop and reconsider his original plan to call out to Gerome. Would... it be rude to listen in? Perhaps. Most definitely. But Owain wants this insight into how Gerome is when there's no one else around him. He slows down his pace, instead stepping lightly in the snow as he walks closer, like how his father taught him. He's careful as he makes his way closer and closer until the only thing keeping Owain from being seen is the tree that stands between them.
He gets there too late to hear the start, but he hears enough to know that Gerome is talking about him, talking about them. Owain pokes his head slightly out to watch Gerome as he continues to speak to Minerva. He's... not used to hearing him speak like that. Even when they're not fighting, Gerome speaks with such a rough voice it's a wonder that he's not hoarse every day of the week. No, it's soft, pensive.
His hand trails along the bark of the tree as Owain speaks very softly: ] Gerome.