let my shadows prove the sunshine
“Fun?” Svedka echoes with a gentle quirk of his brows, interested and curious. Yet, at the same time, there is a hesitancy to ask for any further details - he isn’t sure he wants to know much more, seeing as his lion obviously hadn’t behaved (though, it isn’t his anymore, is it? That part of him is lost somewhere, deep in the afterlife, while a new part of him now vibrates through his very core. Something powerful as well as something foreign and out of place). He isn’t sure, either, why Vastra would label their encounter as fun - but perhaps it was, he thinks innocently, for he hadn’t truly been there to experience it himself.
For a mild moment he feels a bit guilty; there are plenty of things he should be doing now that he is back from his trip into the afterlife. He had children now, after all (two he couldn’t place, brought from the destruction of Carnage himself, and the thought of them causes a crease of a frown to find his pink lips). He should be more responsible, more settled, finding a life of happiness and warmth within Tephra, maybe with Ilma. But the stallion cannot help himself - there is an impulse that is too strong for him to ignore (and maybe that is what gave him the lion in the first place) as he takes a few fluid steps towards Vastra, unafraid and smiling faintly.
He halts, tossing his head softly. “Small talk I can stomach,” he mentions with a grin, pouting his lips slightly, “but it does get boring, and there are much more interesting things to do than talk of the weather, or of past interactions.”
Svedka is lost in those storm-grey eyes, wondering what sort of thoughts are brooding just behind them. He tilts his head, curious. There is a pause as he thinks carefully about his next words. “I think,” he begins slowly, his cerulean gaze tracing her gently, “the original proposition has changed.”
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@[Vastra]