There he went again; praising Patrick for all these things that the drunk obviously had no control of, flattered as he felt it just didn't sit well with Patrick for whatever reason. Maybe it was because he felt little need for recognition, or maybe it all just made him uncomfortable period. Whatever the reason was however, he definitely disagreed with Alistair on the matter.
Patrick wasn't good nor should he ever be thought so, according to Alistair however that portrayed in a much different sense. The noble who always seemed quiet and surly when it came to others, did in fact rapidly change when faced with Patrick's presence. Whether or not that was a good thing didn't fall to Patrick to decide, but granted Alistair recognized these qualities himself; that had to mean something at the end of all of that. "It's not that I don't love ya Alibear it's..." He trailed off the momentary interjection, aware that his own personal feelings were now at surface. Did he feel insecure? Certainly. But he also did feel love for the man, a love that he deemed unworthy and unfitting of a man such as Alistair.
What did Patrick want though? Out of all of this what was his ideal, his personification of their relationship. There existed a lot of faults between them sure, but these faults were exactly the reason why Patrick felt... human actually. In moments like this where he felt so weak and vulnerable, somehow being so exposed made him feel so very much alive. And to hear the horrid story of an Immortal which bore their clutches on Alistair, while he felt nothing towards it other than consideration towards self identity? By the Fates this had become something so heavy, just how hard with emotion had they become bound?
The fact they could feel each others emotions through this magical bond, that already made it an unusual reality for Patrick as is. But this? The entire conversation as a whole? Again with the being special, a concept that nearly made Pat cringe. Ilaren's tits this was awkward, but to hear it while it needed to be heard; it brought a better sense of awareness from Alistair's point of view. Now Patrick understood why the man deemed him 'special' and because of that, he had to come to a decision on his own terms. Yes. The reality was that Patrick didn't wish to compromise his own personal freedom, and commitment to him was in a sense doing just that of course.
"I can't get over the fact ya think I'm this special guy mate. It's... It's kinda scary honestly." He admitted with hands rested at his hips. "I'm not one t' indulge my self in such affairs but, fer you, I can't deny that I am humbled. And flattered." He sighed as he moved over to sit next to Alistair, a hand rested on his lap while the drunkard relaxed into the bench. "I'm terrible at this shit Al, physical love is somethin' I'm better at but emotion wise... well that's why I've always relied on booze. You however change that part of me somehow, make me think o' better things I could be doin'."
"I guess what I'm tryin' t' say is," He paused with a clearing of the throat, "I do love ya and love havin' ya around. In my ideal world we'd likely be rich in our own paradise, with a harem full o' men and women we both like. Extravagant parties and wild bonfires. We'd certainly find ourselves worn out from all the drinkin', rompin', celebratin'; but I'd honestly wouldn't mind that so long as you were there." As he admitted this he chuckled out of amusement, his wild imagination likely good for a little laugh.
"I want t' be happy at the end o' each day, and as far as I can tell you're part of that. So to answer that question ya asked me; I think a world without Alistair Venora is a world a little less brighter. In my honest opinion." As he said this he raised the hand that rested on Alistair's lap up to the noble's chest, a finger pointed at his heart while the Patrick gave him a sincere smirk.
Patrick wasn't good nor should he ever be thought so, according to Alistair however that portrayed in a much different sense. The noble who always seemed quiet and surly when it came to others, did in fact rapidly change when faced with Patrick's presence. Whether or not that was a good thing didn't fall to Patrick to decide, but granted Alistair recognized these qualities himself; that had to mean something at the end of all of that. "It's not that I don't love ya Alibear it's..." He trailed off the momentary interjection, aware that his own personal feelings were now at surface. Did he feel insecure? Certainly. But he also did feel love for the man, a love that he deemed unworthy and unfitting of a man such as Alistair.
What did Patrick want though? Out of all of this what was his ideal, his personification of their relationship. There existed a lot of faults between them sure, but these faults were exactly the reason why Patrick felt... human actually. In moments like this where he felt so weak and vulnerable, somehow being so exposed made him feel so very much alive. And to hear the horrid story of an Immortal which bore their clutches on Alistair, while he felt nothing towards it other than consideration towards self identity? By the Fates this had become something so heavy, just how hard with emotion had they become bound?
The fact they could feel each others emotions through this magical bond, that already made it an unusual reality for Patrick as is. But this? The entire conversation as a whole? Again with the being special, a concept that nearly made Pat cringe. Ilaren's tits this was awkward, but to hear it while it needed to be heard; it brought a better sense of awareness from Alistair's point of view. Now Patrick understood why the man deemed him 'special' and because of that, he had to come to a decision on his own terms. Yes. The reality was that Patrick didn't wish to compromise his own personal freedom, and commitment to him was in a sense doing just that of course.
"I can't get over the fact ya think I'm this special guy mate. It's... It's kinda scary honestly." He admitted with hands rested at his hips. "I'm not one t' indulge my self in such affairs but, fer you, I can't deny that I am humbled. And flattered." He sighed as he moved over to sit next to Alistair, a hand rested on his lap while the drunkard relaxed into the bench. "I'm terrible at this shit Al, physical love is somethin' I'm better at but emotion wise... well that's why I've always relied on booze. You however change that part of me somehow, make me think o' better things I could be doin'."
"I guess what I'm tryin' t' say is," He paused with a clearing of the throat, "I do love ya and love havin' ya around. In my ideal world we'd likely be rich in our own paradise, with a harem full o' men and women we both like. Extravagant parties and wild bonfires. We'd certainly find ourselves worn out from all the drinkin', rompin', celebratin'; but I'd honestly wouldn't mind that so long as you were there." As he admitted this he chuckled out of amusement, his wild imagination likely good for a little laugh.
"I want t' be happy at the end o' each day, and as far as I can tell you're part of that. So to answer that question ya asked me; I think a world without Alistair Venora is a world a little less brighter. In my honest opinion." As he said this he raised the hand that rested on Alistair's lap up to the noble's chest, a finger pointed at his heart while the Patrick gave him a sincere smirk.
