GRIMJAW
He doesn’t notice her approaching from the corner of his eye until she’s too close for him to walk away without it being painfully obvious. So Grimjaw remains in place, slowly turning his head to look at her more clearly. There is a moment where he narrows his red eyes and notes the jewel tipped antlers adorning her head. Of course, she is not the one who cursed him, so he tries to keep the scowl from his face. She seems nice enough and none of it is her fault.
“Hello,” he answers, his voice all gunpowder and Southern comfort. She says she likes his bones and he can’t help the way his head tilts in confusion at the compliment. Why would she like something so grim and ugly? But then she explains and he considers her reasoning for a moment more. He is her favorite color. His gaze drifts down her legs as he notices the flowers blooming from her skin.
“They’re painful, but at least they aren’t awful to look at,” he says with a shrug that summons a wince across his face. It’s unfortunate, having difficulty using his favorite gesture now. How else can he express his devil may care attitude? She shares her name and he repeats it aloud, wondering if it sounds as nice when it’s said in his callous voice. Probably not.
“My name is Grimjaw. Are you from around here?” he asks, gesturing to the wide expanse of land around them.
“Hello,” he answers, his voice all gunpowder and Southern comfort. She says she likes his bones and he can’t help the way his head tilts in confusion at the compliment. Why would she like something so grim and ugly? But then she explains and he considers her reasoning for a moment more. He is her favorite color. His gaze drifts down her legs as he notices the flowers blooming from her skin.
“They’re painful, but at least they aren’t awful to look at,” he says with a shrug that summons a wince across his face. It’s unfortunate, having difficulty using his favorite gesture now. How else can he express his devil may care attitude? She shares her name and he repeats it aloud, wondering if it sounds as nice when it’s said in his callous voice. Probably not.
“My name is Grimjaw. Are you from around here?” he asks, gesturing to the wide expanse of land around them.
@[Asena]