[Taryon's hair is too short to style it in a variety of ways, and he's found that letting it flare out flatters his face shape. Perhaps looking appealing isn't the safest course of action, but he's been well-trained not to toy with rules. There is a limit as to how much he can hide without earning a punishment, and this house seems harsher on retribution than his home.
Home...his father sold him into servitude for a massive sum of money. Why? Wasn't his business enough? Did he want to rid himself of his failed heir so badly? What did he tell his mother and sister?
He scoops up a scented cream and rubs it disheartedly over his arms. His eyes are unfocuses and hover around the supplies resting atop the dresser.] That's far. ["Accompanied..." he wonders if Dorian, too, was sold.] I just arrived here. My father--
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Home...his father sold him into servitude for a massive sum of money. Why? Wasn't his business enough? Did he want to rid himself of his failed heir so badly? What did he tell his mother and sister?
He scoops up a scented cream and rubs it disheartedly over his arms. His eyes are unfocuses and hover around the supplies resting atop the dresser.] That's far. ["Accompanied..." he wonders if Dorian, too, was sold.] I just arrived here. My father--
[His throat constricts, and he shuts up.]