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11-12-2019, 01:14 AM
His head cocks, curiousy, at her initial answer. The affirmation hangs in the air, riding the brief silence that follows her gut response, but before he can answer she gives a brief shake of her head and contradicts herself. He doesn’t think she is capricious by nature. (He is, after all, an excellent judge of character, and like always recognizes like). No … she thinks better of her response, of voicing the yearning that he feels, to go back to when Beqanna made sense. His gaze shifts with hers, drifting out across the dark, quiet waters.
He knows what it is like to feel like a ghost. To be a ghost. Though he’s not experienced death, he has known what comes after - at least, in those realms that Niklas occasionally accessed. A demon for a son often has its perks. Though he is not sure the task of raising the hollow-eyed creature had been a fair trade for his sporadic forays into the underworld ...
He digresses. Bright gold-colored eyes flick to meet hers once again. The deep blue of a winter’s night just before she slips to black, they hold a still sadness that he can understand on a visceral level. He holds her there, letting the last bit of her introspection fade into the night around them as he unabashedly examines her. She is a shifter. He can feel it now, now that he’s taken a moment to examine what had drawn him to her in the first place. He smirks then, mischief clinging to the corner of his mouth. “So what now, Agetta? Do you have a plan for your immediate future? Besides - ” he jerks his chin in an exaggerated motion, eyes dancing wildly, “- lurking in the common lands feeling sorry for yourself.” No mention that that is exactly what he himself has been doing for the past who knows how many years.
He knows what it is like to feel like a ghost. To be a ghost. Though he’s not experienced death, he has known what comes after - at least, in those realms that Niklas occasionally accessed. A demon for a son often has its perks. Though he is not sure the task of raising the hollow-eyed creature had been a fair trade for his sporadic forays into the underworld ...
He digresses. Bright gold-colored eyes flick to meet hers once again. The deep blue of a winter’s night just before she slips to black, they hold a still sadness that he can understand on a visceral level. He holds her there, letting the last bit of her introspection fade into the night around them as he unabashedly examines her. She is a shifter. He can feel it now, now that he’s taken a moment to examine what had drawn him to her in the first place. He smirks then, mischief clinging to the corner of his mouth. “So what now, Agetta? Do you have a plan for your immediate future? Besides - ” he jerks his chin in an exaggerated motion, eyes dancing wildly, “- lurking in the common lands feeling sorry for yourself.” No mention that that is exactly what he himself has been doing for the past who knows how many years.
@[Agetta]