[private] send me on my way

[Agetta]

Although she is sorry that he is a ghost too, his murmur brings a smile to her that mirrors the one that he sports – tired, and certainly not a true grin. It’s heartbreaking to know that there are others that might feel the same way as she does, but also she is grateful for the company. To hear the names of the kingdoms she knew so well coming from the mouth of another. If that is selfish of her, she hopes she will be forgiven. It’s not fair to judge someone on their home, perhaps, but when Kensley mentions that the Chamber was his home, Agetta can feel her heart constrict. Too many painful memories to count flash through her mind with such ferocity that it makes her feel queasy. Thankfully, it’s only seconds before the pressure releases when he continues his sentence, saying that he never really belonged there. Agetta knows first-hand what sort of monsters belonged to the Chamber. Even in this strange half-life she's living, she thinks she's better off without going back down that road. She wants to ask who his parents were, but maybe there will be another time to dig into histories. If they are ghosts, what does that make their mothers and fathers? “I find it is so strange to think that there are generations who have no idea what the Gates, the Tundra, and the Chamber even were.” Those kingdoms, the alliances, the wars, the friendships – they dominated Agetta’s life. She met the love of her life in the Gates, gave birth to most of her children there. The chamber was their rival, especially after her death. And now? Did any of that even matter? Except for the lasting scars on her, did those rivalries have any effect on the world? She’s trying very, very hard not to get too melancholy with Kensley – they only just met, after all. She doesn’t want to scare off a potential friendship with someone from before by lamenting about what has been lost. Even though that loss and all the ones tied to it are all she can think about most days. Perhaps she’s just going senile. It's only been a few seconds but she can feel her thoughts begin to stray so she focuses her midnight-blue gaze, the hint of a smile as she attempts to ease into something she once knew so well - conversation. Instead of asking about the past - because she's not sure she's ready for any reciprocal questions turned her way - she just sort of asks about it."Have you recently returned, Kensley? Or have you been living here all this time?"

headshot by Leah! <3

@[kensley]