draco
Draco nearly starts at the twist and turn of the nereid’s thoughts. He peers at her with a hard gaze, picking through her thoughts, and then shuffling through his father’s. The frown on his lips is cold, much too cold for a child his age, and he brushes his father’s side with his shoulder as if he might take it as some kind of warning. Litotes does turn to look at the dark boy for a split second, noting that his son that is adverse to touch willingly touched him. His chest would glow with happiness if he was not already suspicious of the pale woman’s response.
“I do not think he underestimates you,” the demon boy interjects before his father can, and (surprisingly - perhaps it was the shoulder brush) his father remains quiet. “Though it is hard not to.” This he states simply and bluntly, no driving force behind the words. Lie turns a sharp gaze upon his son, and the star-studded boy merely shrugs.
“What do you want from Pangea, then?” the cremello asks as he turns back to Aquaria. He would apologize to the mare if he did not feel like he was being roped into a pairing with hardly any information.
A flicker of fear inducement makes Draco’s eyes glow, and he fights the need to grin eerily at the mare. “And if you do not want anything from Pangea, then why skirt his question?” This Draco thinks will get a verbal reprimand; instead, he hears the mildly fearful what the hell? in his father’s mind and settles into comfortable satisfaction. He likes to know he is impressing his parents, even if it makes them apprehensive.
“I do not think he underestimates you,” the demon boy interjects before his father can, and (surprisingly - perhaps it was the shoulder brush) his father remains quiet. “Though it is hard not to.” This he states simply and bluntly, no driving force behind the words. Lie turns a sharp gaze upon his son, and the star-studded boy merely shrugs.
“What do you want from Pangea, then?” the cremello asks as he turns back to Aquaria. He would apologize to the mare if he did not feel like he was being roped into a pairing with hardly any information.
A flicker of fear inducement makes Draco’s eyes glow, and he fights the need to grin eerily at the mare. “And if you do not want anything from Pangea, then why skirt his question?” This Draco thinks will get a verbal reprimand; instead, he hears the mildly fearful what the hell? in his father’s mind and settles into comfortable satisfaction. He likes to know he is impressing his parents, even if it makes them apprehensive.
play it cool then smart
@[Aquaria]
hitch a ride on my violence