Deimos
With the approval, and the arch of his brow remaining, he nodded, beginning to construct and create from mind and sketch to tangible form. His hands glowed in their residual gilded proportions for a moment, the image coming to shape – rounded portions on the bottom, feathers gliding along the top, until the lantern was solidified before their eyes. “Decent?” He asked in turn, with a fair wrinkle to his nose, either meant to convey a tease or to get a rise out of her.
The uncertainty in her tone was enough to know not to push or sway, so he stayed quiet and steadfast and stoic for a moment, watching and studying as she made some of her notions clear. “I had a difficult time at first too,” with his bitterness, insouciance, impudence, and sedition - all the rancorous edges from previous worlds notching into this one, and no improvements made when he bent his head and came to his knees in front of shrines – gaining nothing but laughter or silence when he’d only craved to help his friends. “I was ignored entirely until I went to Safrin, and asked to become a hybrid.” Whether or not this was because it’d been the first act of improving himself, rather than striving to do so for others, or mere happenstance, luck, and fortune, was difficult to say. “It depends on what you want – and if there is nothing, then maybe now is not the right time.”
Contemplating the efforts and the nuances of the world, he drew another breath, then tilted his head to gauge reactions. “You can always take someone else with you too, if the whole thing makes you uncomfortable.”
The other admittance of restlessness caused a very brief smirk, and perhaps only because he was often just the same. Work, Wardenhood, the soldiers, his own training, and everything else in between kept him busy, and when he did feel the burden and weight across his shoulders, he’d find something to alleviate the harshness, even for swift instances.
But he didn’t punish her vulnerability, pondering over the circumstances instead. “What do you like to do?”
The uncertainty in her tone was enough to know not to push or sway, so he stayed quiet and steadfast and stoic for a moment, watching and studying as she made some of her notions clear. “I had a difficult time at first too,” with his bitterness, insouciance, impudence, and sedition - all the rancorous edges from previous worlds notching into this one, and no improvements made when he bent his head and came to his knees in front of shrines – gaining nothing but laughter or silence when he’d only craved to help his friends. “I was ignored entirely until I went to Safrin, and asked to become a hybrid.” Whether or not this was because it’d been the first act of improving himself, rather than striving to do so for others, or mere happenstance, luck, and fortune, was difficult to say. “It depends on what you want – and if there is nothing, then maybe now is not the right time.”
Contemplating the efforts and the nuances of the world, he drew another breath, then tilted his head to gauge reactions. “You can always take someone else with you too, if the whole thing makes you uncomfortable.”
The other admittance of restlessness caused a very brief smirk, and perhaps only because he was often just the same. Work, Wardenhood, the soldiers, his own training, and everything else in between kept him busy, and when he did feel the burden and weight across his shoulders, he’d find something to alleviate the harshness, even for swift instances.
But he didn’t punish her vulnerability, pondering over the circumstances instead. “What do you like to do?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
