Movements of humanity twitched in the man's fingers, spotlit as they were. However as Kiada said no, the hand fell back into the shadows, leaving only the sliver of Ru'in's nose, the shine of his eyes, and the curve of his jaw silhouetted by the light.
"Khiaduh." He whispers softly, the words ill-formed like always, and tender despite his meaty and mammoth appearance. However as Jigano stood beside the vulture, Ru'in's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.
Mention of Deimos, his mother, made his nostrils flare questioningly. "Is..she hehre?" The man asks, of his own twin. Even in death she is still his keeper. The reason he and his flaming-love were not together once, and perhaps the reason they will not be again.
"Khiaduh." He whispers softly, the words ill-formed like always, and tender despite his meaty and mammoth appearance. However as Jigano stood beside the vulture, Ru'in's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.
Mention of Deimos, his mother, made his nostrils flare questioningly. "Is..she hehre?" The man asks, of his own twin. Even in death she is still his keeper. The reason he and his flaming-love were not together once, and perhaps the reason they will not be again.
