Zavien
Appreciating the approval rather than any questions or biting comments, Zavien let out a low chuckle. He read Deimos's in return, although the words were a little 'complekated' for his eyes to pin down. Just as he got the gist, an electric crackle sounded through the air, startling him. Despite his attempt to prepare for whatever might happen, his heart raced, thudding against his chest as Sol let out a low growling threat to the disembodied voice.
The strange static buzzed in his ears, nearly ringing as he heard Vox speak their names. At least he didn't seem surprised by Zavien being alive, but it still made him pale, fists clenching against the panic that rose in his chest. When the buzz finally vanished, it took a moment for him to relax his jaw, feeling the way it ached from the effort. He rubbed absently at the stubble, his other hand resting on Sol's head, the paper long discarded for fear it may vibrate with sentience. His breathing was deep but controlled as he found the strength to speak. "That was.... very... unpleasant." An understatement, although he wondered how much he should say if Vox might still be listening. It was different than the 'broadcasts,' somehow feeling more violating to know that the thing didn't just hear their words, but read them. Who knew what else it could see/hear/know?
The strange static buzzed in his ears, nearly ringing as he heard Vox speak their names. At least he didn't seem surprised by Zavien being alive, but it still made him pale, fists clenching against the panic that rose in his chest. When the buzz finally vanished, it took a moment for him to relax his jaw, feeling the way it ached from the effort. He rubbed absently at the stubble, his other hand resting on Sol's head, the paper long discarded for fear it may vibrate with sentience. His breathing was deep but controlled as he found the strength to speak. "That was.... very... unpleasant." An understatement, although he wondered how much he should say if Vox might still be listening. It was different than the 'broadcasts,' somehow feeling more violating to know that the thing didn't just hear their words, but read them. Who knew what else it could see/hear/know?
Be like a solid tower
whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow.
whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow.
