sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
do you think you can handle that much?
do you think you can handle that much?
Some things did indeed transfer over, even if the experiences in which he learned new things were quite at odds with the latter. He’d done so many wonderful things, under a new name and a new specific brand of trauma, but he’d worked through it to be the best – because he’d found a place he could belong. And while they didn’t know his past or even his previous name, they still welcomed him. Still chose to save him when he was bleeding out as a gore crow buffet in the Climb.
He'd still had a kinship with strangers he didn’t even know at the time. And it had turned into becoming the best second chance he likely could have ever asked for. It’s why he doesn’t choose to utilize his old name, either. A new name for a new version of himself. A new life.
Snorting his agreement and settling to drain the rest of his cocoa before he snags another steaming cup, he barely waits a second before he sips from it – no fear of being burned by it and preferring the too hot temperature anyway. “I am glad to hear it.” He means it, too. Sometimes all it took was a reminder that they weren’t all alone in this. That there was life out there outside of their own that was worth bolstering.
The Ancients were a family, after all.
Her next words captivate his attention, however, tail flicking in a subdued yet eager anticipation when she mentions her ship and looking for a permanent port. His grin brightens, an excitement bolstered beneath it that he tamps down if only not to push her away. “Is that so?” He asks, tilting his head and looking away from her toward the direction of Jack Tar Landing. “That is quite a beautiful idea. I am happy to help however you may require it.” It’s his turn to extend to her an offer – a boon of a budding friendship, should she wish to take it.
He'd still had a kinship with strangers he didn’t even know at the time. And it had turned into becoming the best second chance he likely could have ever asked for. It’s why he doesn’t choose to utilize his old name, either. A new name for a new version of himself. A new life.
Snorting his agreement and settling to drain the rest of his cocoa before he snags another steaming cup, he barely waits a second before he sips from it – no fear of being burned by it and preferring the too hot temperature anyway. “I am glad to hear it.” He means it, too. Sometimes all it took was a reminder that they weren’t all alone in this. That there was life out there outside of their own that was worth bolstering.
The Ancients were a family, after all.
Her next words captivate his attention, however, tail flicking in a subdued yet eager anticipation when she mentions her ship and looking for a permanent port. His grin brightens, an excitement bolstered beneath it that he tamps down if only not to push her away. “Is that so?” He asks, tilting his head and looking away from her toward the direction of Jack Tar Landing. “That is quite a beautiful idea. I am happy to help however you may require it.” It’s his turn to extend to her an offer – a boon of a budding friendship, should she wish to take it.
Astaroth
i've just come back to life, i'm here, i'm your little ray of sunshine
