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02-14-2014, 06:30 AM
She was silent for a little while—not that he faulted her for it. You had to take your time to figure out what to say, if anything at all, if you thought you could trust whoever it was that was asking... If not answering was worth it, if answering was worth it, lots of little things. In the end, it came down to what you thought was safe, decent, and what you actually wanted to say. Or rather, if you wanted to answer. It was what had surprised him about his encounter with Nyx.. that something in him had wanted to answer her probing questions, even though the words that left him were tinged with darkness.
His black-rimmed ears perked up, then one drifted sideways and back, listening to the brief, hesitant answer. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her gaze cast downwards, as if somehow ashamed of what she'd been through—but shouldn't those guilty be ashamed of what they'd done, instead of she? If unfortunate events and bad luck had hounded her, was she to blame? No. She was not like him: she hadn't chosen her darkness.
At least, it didn't sound like it, from the way she'd put it.
His steps slowed slightly, large head turning sideways again to better look at her. "Brisa," he said gently, hoping her name would catch her attention; a few years ago he would've thought she deserved it, wouldn't he? Simply because she had no horn? Yet now he found himself thinking it was a sad thing she'd suffered so much, and that it had all started before she'd been old enough to make any kind of damning decisions for herself. "You're in a new place now. Don't hold on to the past so hard that you lose sight of the future."
[ Short post wanted to be short, so I let it. :P ]
His black-rimmed ears perked up, then one drifted sideways and back, listening to the brief, hesitant answer. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her gaze cast downwards, as if somehow ashamed of what she'd been through—but shouldn't those guilty be ashamed of what they'd done, instead of she? If unfortunate events and bad luck had hounded her, was she to blame? No. She was not like him: she hadn't chosen her darkness.
At least, it didn't sound like it, from the way she'd put it.
His steps slowed slightly, large head turning sideways again to better look at her. "Brisa," he said gently, hoping her name would catch her attention; a few years ago he would've thought she deserved it, wouldn't he? Simply because she had no horn? Yet now he found himself thinking it was a sad thing she'd suffered so much, and that it had all started before she'd been old enough to make any kind of damning decisions for herself. "You're in a new place now. Don't hold on to the past so hard that you lose sight of the future."
[ Short post wanted to be short, so I let it. :P ]
Mauja
must keep those black wings folded until the time is right
