12-26-2016, 12:57 PM
He watched her with a blank face as she tried out his name, pulling just the faintest hints of a smile from him. She was a lot like her mother already. Especially when she spoke, going on her own little rambling rants. How'd such a little one have that much breath in her? Too much like her mother.
Her little face turned to the sassy woman, requesting a word she had no name for just yet. He quirked a brow and smirked at her mother. But watching her play with the girl's little mane did something to him, tugged at something almost painful. Something he couldn't really decipher the meaning behind, and one of those many faces he wore slid into place like a familiar mask. Hard eyes, blank face. Safety.
He studied the girl. So adventurous and lively. He'd been like that once, so long ago. It was nice to see it again, even if he couldn't feel it for himself anymore. Something not at all wise was leaking to the surface, and it wasn't long before his stupid mouth surprised him and spouted out a question he surely shouldn't care about.
Has she had enough to eat for a while? Toneless, as though he didn't care. He shouldn't, really. What the hell was he thinking? But his mistakes for the day were not done yet, oh no.
Why don't we give Mommy some time to herself, hm? Would you like to see anywhere in particular? Forest or Meadow? Playground? Oh, God, not the playground. So many little people. What the hell was he doing? He looked again to Arrya, wondering if she'd allow it. Did she even trust him enough to leave her in his care? He may not be able to feed her, and he may squirm a bit at the idea of a leech sucking cuddles from him, but at least she'd never have to worry over her safety with him.
Safety, he could handle.