05-19-2021, 08:39 PM
GRAVITAS
Eight siblings. He thinks of Tirza, the Mother and the Father. The misery of it all. The disdain with which the Father spoke of their Mother, how he’d tried to kill them the first time their paths had crossed -- hadn’t even cared enough to see that the job was done. The thoughts are brief, he does not allow himself to dwell on his own family or hers, he merely nods, digests the information.
He shifts his weight, head tilted as she continues. And he is surprised, certainly, to hear that she has been alive for a few decades at all when she does not appear to be any older than he is buthe does not allow it to register on his face.
And Gravitas is no flirt, there is no chance of him being charming with the parents that he has, but he narrows his gaze and studies her a beat before he echoes, “a few decades?” There is an edge of disbelief in his tone as he eyes her. There is no reason for him to be so relaxed here, no reason for him to tease her so freely, as if she were the sister he hadn’t seen in weeks. There is no reason for it at all, but here he is regardless and he’s shaking his diamond-plated head. “That can’t be right.”
The corners of his mouth turn down in a thoughtful frown as he turns that gaze out into the darkness. “Time pass differently in The Rift?” he asks, distracted.
He shifts his weight, head tilted as she continues. And he is surprised, certainly, to hear that she has been alive for a few decades at all when she does not appear to be any older than he is buthe does not allow it to register on his face.
And Gravitas is no flirt, there is no chance of him being charming with the parents that he has, but he narrows his gaze and studies her a beat before he echoes, “a few decades?” There is an edge of disbelief in his tone as he eyes her. There is no reason for him to be so relaxed here, no reason for him to tease her so freely, as if she were the sister he hadn’t seen in weeks. There is no reason for it at all, but here he is regardless and he’s shaking his diamond-plated head. “That can’t be right.”
The corners of his mouth turn down in a thoughtful frown as he turns that gaze out into the darkness. “Time pass differently in The Rift?” he asks, distracted.
@[Anuya]