SPOILER!!: Treyen
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Oh? Are you serious? That had seemed like the most obvious thing to him. Fix Arya. Aaron didn't notice the change in her behavior, which was completely odd to him because he should've been the first one to notice BUT...Treyen needed her the most considering he had her 24/7 for this school year.
He made no comments. He waited for her to talk about Sabel.
Sabel had been afraid of losing her, and he kind of did. Treyen hated how it all worked out. Arya had been the one that was most excited for her summer and Treyen ended up with a much happier ending than her.
This is the part where he actually begun liking Perseus way more than Walnut. He was well-behaved...like Treyen's Thaddeus. Who was blissfully sleeping in the dormitory. Or so he hoped.
His gaze had moved to Perseus until Arya mentioned him sounding like Sabel. And he was about to comment on that but she started to tell him...oh. Well, yes, Arya would be worrying a lot, constantly. And there was no way of getting her to stop worrying, he knew that. The Prefect nodded before finally voicing out his thoughts. "First, losing you is reason enough." He understood that. "I'm not saying lying wasn't wrong of him, but I understand why he did it," Treyen couldn't lie, so he saw no reason in doing so, he would've kept it all from Ellie but he decided that'd be lying as well, "There's one thing you ought to consider, yet I don't know if HE considered it. Telling you this three years ago would've been completely different, you'd have worried even more back then," she was mature enough to worry about different things now.
The part about him sounding like Sabel was slightly terrifying, honestly, because he didn't know half of how Ellie had felt...but if it was as close as to how Arya was feeling, well, it was reason enough to question WHY he'd been given a second chance.
"I'm sounding like him because we both care a great deal about the girls we lov--like." Blink. "About the girls we like." Yeah, of course, no one noticed that.
His eyes drifted again to the fire as he considered what he just said. "You should tell him to meet you. Talk to him." he said, eyes on the fireplace. He wanted to tell her to forgive him, but Sabel had broken his best friend, not even Treyen was sure that forgiveness was in his cards right now, yet he'd already forgave him without knowing. "If he's a little bit like me, then he's completely devastated at the moment, because he lost someone too valuable to him."
Yes, she was serious. Arya was more worried about fixing others than she was her own self. It was her nature, he knew that more than most.
Perseus remained unphased by Treyen's closeness, much like Arya was. The kneazle was used to the boy being around so often and therefor didn't much see him as a threat. He snuggled deeper into her lap, resting his head on her knee when she crossed her legs.
Arya was a perpetual worrier. He
knew this and so did Sabel, it was common knowledge amongst her friends really. She frowned at his words, but said nothing. The girl didn't see loosing her as a good enough reason when he wouldn't have lost her hand she been told the truth all along, but whatever. To her it was currently a guy thing.
"It would have been different, I care more about him now than a few years ago." But that didn't mean that what Treyen just said wasn't true. The years had made her more mature, and better able to handle her emotions.
She pressed her palms against her eyes to push back the tears, which lucky for her best friend, meant that she did miss the love slip up.
"He didn't care enough to tell the truth, and why now? Why this summer?" Was it really because of her age? Arya couldn't figure it out.
"Talk to him?" They'd tried that and it didn't work. Just had both of them breaking even more. It was much easier if they stayed away from each other until she was ready. Treyen and Sabel were more alike in their loves than Arya had realized before, more than she cared for them
to be alike.
"He's not the only one." She sighed and sunk into the back of the couch.
"I miss him so much, but it still hurts. It hurts so much. And I'm not ready to forgive him."