#bringing up lochlan is how you ruin casworon's mood in .05 seconds

[forbiddenredjollyrancher]

[@sunsrefuge] Hey Casworon, I heard you have a thing for Lochlan? How did that come about? 👀

“Had a thing,” Casworon’s pleasant smile doesn’t falter, but there’s a strain to his voice like twine drawn too tightly, about to snap. “Lochlan is old news, I’m not waiting for him to crawl back to me.” 

He waves a hand dismissively as if he can bat his own angry words from the air. 

“I found the ungrateful little weed when he was still a dreamer, trying in vain to fit in among courtiers. He had some foolish notion that he could just fight his way into prominence,” an amused chuckle escapes him, followed by a scowl that twists his mouth — the momentary fondness leaving a sour taste. 

Casworon stands and begins to stalk the room, going from one end to the other in quick agitated strides. “I saw his potential, I took him in, I gave him shelter, I showered him in affection, I made him what he is — what he so desperately wanted to be!”

He stops mid-stride, his gaze unfocused, “And in thanks, he betrayed me at the first opportunity that presented itself. I suppose you don’t grow a bramble and complain when it pricks you.”