MARINER
She is so keen to share her warmth, her kindness, that it chases a tremor down the length of his spine. (Does it make him uncomfortable? He is so unaccustomed to this lack of inhibition! Whatever kindness he has known in his life has always been conditional. Does he think her naive?) He watches her, a wary edge to those sea-green eyes as he studies her, the softness of her smile. (Ironic, isn’t it, that he should be unsure of her instead of the other way around?)
He shifts his weight, flexes the cramped wing joints, and nods. Casts a glance over his shoulders as if he might catch a glimpse of the friend she’d been searching for. As if she might be lurking just out of sight, waiting to spring out of the shadows. He does not ask who her friend is. He knows so few souls in this land, isolated from them by a mother who has never cared for company. A mother who crafted playmates for her son out of light when he complained of loneliness. (On the rare occasions when she could be bothered to entertain the child’s complaints.)
He tilts his head to indicate that he’d heard her but does not speak. He has no concept of friendship, not really. Instead, he watches her gaze fall back to the galaxies spiraling across his knees. He wonders why she seems to favor those galaxies to the stars that rain down the length of his face but does not ask.
He considers her question, his tongue pressed hard against the roof of his mouth as he shifts his wings again. “I don’t think I was searching for anything,” he tells her. Was he searching for something? If he was, he has since forgotten. If he was, it almost certainly was not something good.
“Does your friend know that you’re looking for her?” he asks. “Not very kind of her to keep you looking, is it?”
i’m a shot through the dark, i’m a black sinkhole
if it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone
@[Islay]
@[The Monsters] let's mess with his jewel touched just for fun!!
