webshooter | ( open rp )

[ Peter has heard quite a few unflattering things about his appearance. More so than the opposite. Thus he doesn't think much on his appearance to others unless he is going into the court. Only then is it important to clean up and present oneself gracefully. More a matter of manners than trying to appear above one's station.

Now, beside Frank in the forest, Peter can only hope to convince the older man there is a great deal of value in himself. ]

Yet you clearly think my opinion of you is wrong. You act as though I shouldn't feel any affection for you at all.

[ And even as his cheeks flush in admitting that, he knows it is the truth. There is so much affection for Frank. He would even dare call it by another name... ]

[Most days they're both caked in mud and grime. At the very least the coarse spun woolen clothing and sweat. Peter is trim, light and lordly the way geldings are made for speed and show. Francis the stablemaster is muscled and broad, a warhorse of a man.]

I have kept you under my watch and cared for you, it's true.

[To put it so lightly.]

Yet I am not your mother nor father... even your uncle or brother. And there shall come a day you'll leave and seek your fortune in the world.

[And it will take the tenderness of his eyes and heart, the notion causes a pang in Frank's chest. Peter really is a sweet, gentle soul. None should have him.]

[ Bow and horse forgotten, there is something about Frank's words that hit him at his core. Of course, he's right. Yet the way he says it makes it all sound so final. ]

But... that would leave you alone.

[ Which is what Peter believes and it hurts to think on. ]

[The Keep has only so many opportunities to provide for one such as Peter. He has the gift of being able to fit among the high born with cunning. It is also his way to prefer words to actions. In the right clothes, at the right time he could marry into money and be well off from sleeping in the hay and smelling of horses. Frank helped him to grow in this life, the rest he has no head or heart for anymore. If that was what Peter wanted, how could he deny him?

To answer, no words come. He slowly nods. Alone once more without his ever chattery, loyal and helpful assistant.]

I don't want to leave you alone.

[ The words come out without much hesitation on Peter's part. ]

I cannot and will not hold you back.

[Which is why he has tried to become detached.]

You came here with nothing and the world has so much more to offer you.

You do not hold me back!

[ Of course, he is quick to protest. Frank should expect nothing less. ]

You give me purpose! I only want better for myself because I want to share that with you!

[Of course. Yes. He would protest. Frank signs and pulls his horse closer.]

Peter, I've no want for silver or gold.

[Though he can't look his companion in his face.]

I'm...I don't believe I can give what you are looking for.

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