01-19-2022, 01:05 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
In any other situation, the three of them doing something together would have been hilarious beyond belief. Somewhere in the numbness, he knows this should be amusing. A perfect opportunity for shameless flirting and banter. He would have enjoyed it once. Yet the feeling of disconnect continues and he can’t find the will or the want to do so. How could he enjoy anything when his son was at the bottom of the sea?
It is the mention of Fyr and Wherewolf that brings a sudden sharpness back in his burning gaze. Wherewolf had always made it clear that if anything were to happen he would save his own skin first. There is little doubt that the ill-placed diplomat had taken one look at whatever was coming and taken to the sky on his mottled wings. He had always known what Wherewolf was, who he was. And yet the bitterness on his tongue remains knowing the stallion had probably left without a single care for those below. The children that didn’t stand a chance.
Children like Obsidio. And Fyr.
The pale jaguar spotted colt was a different story. There is a ripple of something beneath the fog when he catches Aela’s cerulean eye. A reminder that he was not the only one who had lost someone. There were other missing children beside his own, there were others that may have been lost to a watery grave. He gazes at her and remembers the boy who spoke to ghosts and set the world on fire. Remembers the understanding in the yellow eyes of one so young when he had set his mother’s remains to flame on a pyre. It was unlikely that Fyr had survived, despite his many talents. The determination in his Seneschal’s gaze (for how could he think of her as anything else when the world was normal yesterday?) to find her son no matter the outcome stirs something beneath the emptiness and when he nods to her, there is a promise there. And a sliver of hope though he cannot bare to catch it yet. To hold it close and believe.
“And mine.” He says quietly at Cheri’s side. “If any survived… we will find them.” Fyr, Wherewolf, Revelrie, Obsidio… The Loessians that were important to Cheri. And Light. It was worrying that the Wisp had not appeared but for a fae creature designed to hover over water.. Surely his Companion was simply too far to call for. He would need to check the River again, a task for another day. For now… A crease appears on his smooth forehead as something else Aela had said comes to mind. “What are Baltians? Also... Where are we?” He had never heard such a term before but if whatever the Baltians were had caused the destruction of their world and the death of their children… In the hollow cavity that feels nothing… The snake stirs.
It is the mention of Fyr and Wherewolf that brings a sudden sharpness back in his burning gaze. Wherewolf had always made it clear that if anything were to happen he would save his own skin first. There is little doubt that the ill-placed diplomat had taken one look at whatever was coming and taken to the sky on his mottled wings. He had always known what Wherewolf was, who he was. And yet the bitterness on his tongue remains knowing the stallion had probably left without a single care for those below. The children that didn’t stand a chance.
Children like Obsidio. And Fyr.
The pale jaguar spotted colt was a different story. There is a ripple of something beneath the fog when he catches Aela’s cerulean eye. A reminder that he was not the only one who had lost someone. There were other missing children beside his own, there were others that may have been lost to a watery grave. He gazes at her and remembers the boy who spoke to ghosts and set the world on fire. Remembers the understanding in the yellow eyes of one so young when he had set his mother’s remains to flame on a pyre. It was unlikely that Fyr had survived, despite his many talents. The determination in his Seneschal’s gaze (for how could he think of her as anything else when the world was normal yesterday?) to find her son no matter the outcome stirs something beneath the emptiness and when he nods to her, there is a promise there. And a sliver of hope though he cannot bare to catch it yet. To hold it close and believe.
“And mine.” He says quietly at Cheri’s side. “If any survived… we will find them.” Fyr, Wherewolf, Revelrie, Obsidio… The Loessians that were important to Cheri. And Light. It was worrying that the Wisp had not appeared but for a fae creature designed to hover over water.. Surely his Companion was simply too far to call for. He would need to check the River again, a task for another day. For now… A crease appears on his smooth forehead as something else Aela had said comes to mind. “What are Baltians? Also... Where are we?” He had never heard such a term before but if whatever the Baltians were had caused the destruction of their world and the death of their children… In the hollow cavity that feels nothing… The snake stirs.
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@Aela @Cheri
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