[open] there's an art to life's distractions

[Laurelin]

Laurelin grins when Chasmata says the ocean suits him. He’s not thinking of the depths or the churning surfaces, he’s thinking of a still water - the sort that he’d be able to see his own reflection on, or the one that perfectly mimics the sky (if he’s not feeling particularly narcissistic in that moment). He listens, curious, when she replies to his question about the gatekeeper. He is, unfortunately, distracted by the fact that he’s sad to see her pretty face wearing anything other than a smile, because her story sounds awfully familiar. She shows him her fangs and his bright eyes widen a little, but not in disgust. Just surprise. Maybe there's enough of his father in him (though he'd never met him) to not be worried. Not to mention this is his oldest friend - he's not worried about whether she's a threat. “I mean those are pretty cool, I bet they come in handy.” For what, he wasn’t sure, but it seemed like a good thing to say? Whether or not that is accurate doesn’t matter because a moment later it finally clicks why her story sounds familiar - he just had never thought of the creature as a gatekeeper and had blocked out the memories of that day. “Oh!!! I was there too! I picked treat though. That’s how I got my glow.”

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@[chasmata]