Apologizing earns him a smile. Funny, she didn’t seem that much older than him but he also sensed an air about her that was almost motherly. Or more reminiscent of his mother. Except he’s certain his own mother would not be so quick to just be quiet and easy and use actions more than words. Just wasn’t her way, and it irked him more than anything but he responded well to the ease she presented him in that nonverbal shake of her head, so beautifully dipped in blue.
Caught between a boy not entirely sure if he hates his mother as much as he claims to and a man who has given up on caring about it, he stares eagerly at her. Considering that he’d just fired off a volley of questions that his ears strained forward to catch. He is riveted, rightly so as every inch of him seems to strain forward in anticipation of what she’ll say.
Which is not much. Not altogether disappointing but he’d hoped she’d be more forthcoming. She’s not though. Insisting that he’d not like a repeat performance and that’s true, he supposes. Abysm wasn’t one to push back unless it was his mother simply because she was so damn righteous. Enough so to drive him crazy.
His head rolls to the side in a tilt betraying his sudden skepticism. It’s not that he doesn’t believe her but that he doubts it could be so easily duplicated- if he was afraid. Common sense suggested he just might be after listening to her. He couldn’t say why but something murmured to him to push her one more time just to prove the point.
Luckily he ignored that quiet urge and now she’s tilting her head in mimicry of him as she asks her questions. Abysm smiles back at her before stifling closer and dropping his voice low enough to not be overheard. “I can manipulate dreams.” he confides in her.
@[Lepis] Sorry it’s late and crappy :/
i would do anything for love,
but i won’t do that