11-01-2015, 06:34 PM
It is often strange to him to discover that others viewed the Jungle as intimidating; to him, it had always been the most welcoming place in the world. Of course, if he stepped back, he could understand their hesitancy of his birthplace. It was not a forgiving land. The kingdom in and of itself was harsh. It did not tolerate weakness and often culled those who were not worthy of living there. It was a natural process, but it did not make it a kind one. The Jungle was beautiful, but she was fierce—and often vicious.
He loved her all the more for it.
So his smile is soft at Cinzia’s explanation, nudging her gently. “I would love to show you there.” He glances up. “I am not a resident, but they have not been too offended by me returning from time to time so long as I respect the borders and the protocol.” Magnus did not love having to wait to be escorted in the kingdom and often longed for the days when he ran in and out as free as the jaguars themselves, but he understood that he was now a stranger to many, if not most, of them. He would respect their wishes.
When she speaks of her birthplace, he feels himself sour a little. He never was a fan of the Valley, and if he was to name the kingdom he detested most of all, that would most likely be it. Librette’s attachment to it was perhaps its only redeeming quality—and as far as he knew, she was long gone. Magnus no longer had any reason to like or even tolerate the Valley. In his opinion, they were nothing more than bullies.
But he doesn’t tell her that or hold her responsible for ties to the kingdom. He just walks quietly by her side, listening attentively, laughing at her final confession. “I hate to break it to you, but you are not even remotely close to being the weirdest one here.” His mind wanders to all that was weird about him—his death, his resurrection, his time spent jumping between kingdoms. “I personally love to wander through Heaven when everyone is asleep. I often check in on everyone before walking the borders by myself.” He shakes his head. “I guess I have always had trouble sleeping.” One corner of his lips rise into a crooked smile, “But I like the sound of running water too.”
[ooc] uh, they're adorable.
He loved her all the more for it.
So his smile is soft at Cinzia’s explanation, nudging her gently. “I would love to show you there.” He glances up. “I am not a resident, but they have not been too offended by me returning from time to time so long as I respect the borders and the protocol.” Magnus did not love having to wait to be escorted in the kingdom and often longed for the days when he ran in and out as free as the jaguars themselves, but he understood that he was now a stranger to many, if not most, of them. He would respect their wishes.
When she speaks of her birthplace, he feels himself sour a little. He never was a fan of the Valley, and if he was to name the kingdom he detested most of all, that would most likely be it. Librette’s attachment to it was perhaps its only redeeming quality—and as far as he knew, she was long gone. Magnus no longer had any reason to like or even tolerate the Valley. In his opinion, they were nothing more than bullies.
But he doesn’t tell her that or hold her responsible for ties to the kingdom. He just walks quietly by her side, listening attentively, laughing at her final confession. “I hate to break it to you, but you are not even remotely close to being the weirdest one here.” His mind wanders to all that was weird about him—his death, his resurrection, his time spent jumping between kingdoms. “I personally love to wander through Heaven when everyone is asleep. I often check in on everyone before walking the borders by myself.” He shakes his head. “I guess I have always had trouble sleeping.” One corner of his lips rise into a crooked smile, “But I like the sound of running water too.”
[ooc] uh, they're adorable.
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