Pretending not to care
Another day. Another game. We won of course; as I knew we would. However this time something was different from all the rest. This time the stupid mage got injured.
It was difficult to tell how bad the cut was, since he healed so fast, and by now it was impossible to tell which of the blood was his, and which was his opponents.
I know he won't come to me by himself, know he won't tell me even if he is suffering, and I want to give him his space.
So for now I'll let it slide, pretending not to care.
I'll go along with him, ignoring the quick flash of gold, he didn't even realize himself, so as to not push him away again.
But when the sun goes down, this masquerade will come to an end. One by one I will remove the masks he hides behind, and I'll keep him alive, no matter how much he wishes I wouldn't.
I know he'll distance himself again, and I know what I must do to keep him near.
I'll go on pretending not to care, as to not show him I already know.
His anger is just another mask.