09-28-2018, 10:49 AM
Vulgaris
The birth of his daughter has invoked a certain kind of peace within him, cleansed a bit of the dark cloud normally hanging overhead. The fresh scars across his face and shoulders may suggest otherwise, but an easy sort of smile remains firmly rooted to his face. Today Leliana has given in to Adna’s pleas to go meet other children, leaving Vulgaris to wander from his small family for the first time. Already it feels strange to be apart from them but he knows he can’t shadow them every day. They need their space and he has to give it to them, begrudging as he may be.
He sees her from the corner of his eye and he turns his gray head to watch her for a moment as his memory searches for her face. Ilma, that’s right. She’d been so certain he meant to bring harm to her before. He calls out to her before approaching so as not to surprise the poor girl, worrying she may still be fearful of others.
Vulgaris comes to stand beside her with a reasonable distance between them, then leans his head to watch the river as well. He doesn’t realize that perhaps she is only lost in thoughts and worries as he tries to see whatever she sees. The woes of more reasonable creatures elude him entirely.
“Are we waiting for something?” he asks as he glances at her. He speaks softly, careful not to disturb whatever may lurk beneath the waters. Vulgaris lifts his head when he’s certain there’s nothing coming to meet them and turns to face her, now worrying that she may not even recognize him. Not everyone has a knack for names and faces as he has, after all.
“How’ve you been?” And then he smiles, rows of sharp teeth glimmering warmly despite their harsh appearance. The expression reaches his eyes and the sincerity is hopefully evident.
He sees her from the corner of his eye and he turns his gray head to watch her for a moment as his memory searches for her face. Ilma, that’s right. She’d been so certain he meant to bring harm to her before. He calls out to her before approaching so as not to surprise the poor girl, worrying she may still be fearful of others.
Vulgaris comes to stand beside her with a reasonable distance between them, then leans his head to watch the river as well. He doesn’t realize that perhaps she is only lost in thoughts and worries as he tries to see whatever she sees. The woes of more reasonable creatures elude him entirely.
“Are we waiting for something?” he asks as he glances at her. He speaks softly, careful not to disturb whatever may lurk beneath the waters. Vulgaris lifts his head when he’s certain there’s nothing coming to meet them and turns to face her, now worrying that she may not even recognize him. Not everyone has a knack for names and faces as he has, after all.
“How’ve you been?” And then he smiles, rows of sharp teeth glimmering warmly despite their harsh appearance. The expression reaches his eyes and the sincerity is hopefully evident.
" ancient language, speak through fingers. the awful edges where you end and i begin. "