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Agile hands moving together with never ending energy, the smell of psyonics in the air. The smell of soup and a tight hug that makes all unsafety break away after a hard day. The firewood creaking. That's all that home feels like.
Sadly, Kankri can't remember that home ever being through the life he went through. Even thinking of this another life, he's sour and bitter and feel something eating away at his pumping organ. This is not his, and he's so mad it isn't.
Green of envy, like two of the stars of his life.
A familiar touch stained by - that's not her. That's not her, his mom, his lusus, the troll elegant lady that raised him once in a whole different time. He hates it, and he hates that she doesn't respect the fact, she isn't her.
Does she feel this longing too? Kankri was always a bad son for putting her in a place where she is enslaved away and dies.
Beautiful signing and he can barely come close. Longing rotting his troll heart, he can barely look at her. Her bright smile no matter what happens, her energy, bravery, is she ever afraid of anything? He wants to come close, but that's not...
That's not her. She's not this tame, she shouldn't, what tamed her, who did? He knows and dares not speak the name.
Why couldn't SGRUB give him a useful power instead. For her sake, he would be willing to not see the bonds anymore, and instead defend them. Get them back. Something.
Together trapped with her, is the beautiful troll with a sharp smile and laugh and thin fingers. His spirit tamed despite how everyone else would treat like he's a rabid barkbeast loose. His fangs taken away, declawed.
He still catches himself going at him, smoothing things out even if he still... leashed. Kankri can't hold himself from intervening. Once, Porrim joked it was ashen, but no. He could never care for the other person in the clover like he does him.
The worst is that, although he manages to get close to the other two and speak, Meulin is always kept outside his reach. Or maybe he is just afraid, her wild personality won't be inflicted at him when he comes close. If she doesn't roar at him for being weak, a coward, wrong timed pacifist who allowed to have her taken away from his side...
If Meulin smiles at him and sign pleasant conversation, oh yellowgreen god who let him go when he was a grub...
Kankri might break down on his knees and cry, to her utter confusion.