03-27-2022, 03:56 PM
Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
As always, Aela seems to sum up her thoughts with perfect and brunt precision. For a moment his smirk slips into a loose grin at her hypothetical question. “Fair enough.” He says with a roll of his glittering shoulder, her point easy enough to read. If she thought he was worth the trouble then he probably was. “Any leads on where we might find what he’s looking for? Or anyone worth ‘convincing’ to our side?” He asks quietly, his piercing red gaze focused purely on her. This was her wheelhouse after all, Aela had always been well-versed in what was going on in the world. A secret talent that was just as impressive as her magic.
His question falls unanswered in the air to those that may be eavesdropping. It is only a subtle flick of a pointed ear that gives away her voice in his head, something he had forgotten she could do. Think bigger she wills and a corner of his mouth pulls down in a slight frown. The memories of almost drowning, their home splitting apart, making him gaze at her with renewed intensity as he grits his teeth against the onslaught of what she had gone through. Reviving the guilt that was always simmering just beneath his scales.
Her voice wraps around his head and he listens. He understands the path she is trying to lead him down. It’s not one that he is entirely opposed to despite his misgivings on magic to begin with. However…
Uncertainly, he begins to respond back to her in his own head. Wondering if she can find the words and pluck them for her own. “There is safety in titles. In kingdoms.” A pointed look that follows, hoping she catches the drift of his meaning. There was much more wiggle room to work with in the confines of something that was theirs. She is right, that at any moment the lands could rise and fall on the whims of a god. It did little to dissuade him on what he felt he deserved. What rightfully belonged to him. “Tephra is a starting point. I would find a way to raise the South from the sea. There are many things I would do… Including exploring these… magics.” He pauses, this time tilting his own head down at her. Considering.
It is a risk to expose his biggest secret to her, a master manipulator. It is one that he decides is worth it. He begins to recall the little memories he can gather from when he awakens after the Serpent takes over. Covered in blood and gore, unable to recall what had happened. He brings memory after memory of the sensation that slithers in his gut, that twists around his insides, that feeling of losing control. Most Immortals didn’t have an expiration date but he feels as if he does. If time was an issue, he meant to make the most of what he had left. He looks at her and the tight lipped smile he gives her speaks of many things. “I’ll support you in this if you support me in mine.” Is what he finally thinks. Her reasons, his reasons. Her dreams, his dreams.
There is one other thing and it pertains to a certain black and green jeweled mare. “Where does she fit in these plans of yours?”
His question falls unanswered in the air to those that may be eavesdropping. It is only a subtle flick of a pointed ear that gives away her voice in his head, something he had forgotten she could do. Think bigger she wills and a corner of his mouth pulls down in a slight frown. The memories of almost drowning, their home splitting apart, making him gaze at her with renewed intensity as he grits his teeth against the onslaught of what she had gone through. Reviving the guilt that was always simmering just beneath his scales.
Her voice wraps around his head and he listens. He understands the path she is trying to lead him down. It’s not one that he is entirely opposed to despite his misgivings on magic to begin with. However…
Uncertainly, he begins to respond back to her in his own head. Wondering if she can find the words and pluck them for her own. “There is safety in titles. In kingdoms.” A pointed look that follows, hoping she catches the drift of his meaning. There was much more wiggle room to work with in the confines of something that was theirs. She is right, that at any moment the lands could rise and fall on the whims of a god. It did little to dissuade him on what he felt he deserved. What rightfully belonged to him. “Tephra is a starting point. I would find a way to raise the South from the sea. There are many things I would do… Including exploring these… magics.” He pauses, this time tilting his own head down at her. Considering.
It is a risk to expose his biggest secret to her, a master manipulator. It is one that he decides is worth it. He begins to recall the little memories he can gather from when he awakens after the Serpent takes over. Covered in blood and gore, unable to recall what had happened. He brings memory after memory of the sensation that slithers in his gut, that twists around his insides, that feeling of losing control. Most Immortals didn’t have an expiration date but he feels as if he does. If time was an issue, he meant to make the most of what he had left. He looks at her and the tight lipped smile he gives her speaks of many things. “I’ll support you in this if you support me in mine.” Is what he finally thinks. Her reasons, his reasons. Her dreams, his dreams.
There is one other thing and it pertains to a certain black and green jeweled mare. “Where does she fit in these plans of yours?”
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