a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
Her attempts work well, uncovering the layers of his anxiety, to break out an easier smile, something that covers and whisks away the plastered on one from before. It’s more genuine, especially when she speaks, and his head tilts a small amount at her curiosity, her warm smile not having him feel as though he’s being chided. A hand comes up to run through his hair, resting at the back of his neck. “I… Dunno.” He offers, honestly, because he hadn’t really known where they’d come from. He’d heard of portals, but not the fact that so many people traversed through them now.
But then he’s explaining that he wants to explore, to find the Portals and what lives beyond their icy tundra and leave the cannibals and hardships of Halo behind, at least for a little bit. But then… Then she offers the fact that they could go together, and his green eyes widen ever so slightly, gaze snapping to her to try and find the lie within. “O-okay.” He agrees, easily, entirely. Something to look forward to.
His question following hadn’t meant to make her feel so much at once, and his blonde brows furrow together as he watches her shift. “Really?” He asks quietly, no stutter therein as he curiously tries to run his mind around it. And then he latches onto something else, a small smile curving around his lip with no judgement within it. “M-Morgan? Close t-to her?” He questions, insinuating that they’re on a first name basis, some amusement replacing the sorrow and anxieties of before.
But then he’s explaining that he wants to explore, to find the Portals and what lives beyond their icy tundra and leave the cannibals and hardships of Halo behind, at least for a little bit. But then… Then she offers the fact that they could go together, and his green eyes widen ever so slightly, gaze snapping to her to try and find the lie within. “O-okay.” He agrees, easily, entirely. Something to look forward to.
His question following hadn’t meant to make her feel so much at once, and his blonde brows furrow together as he watches her shift. “Really?” He asks quietly, no stutter therein as he curiously tries to run his mind around it. And then he latches onto something else, a small smile curving around his lip with no judgement within it. “M-Morgan? Close t-to her?” He questions, insinuating that they’re on a first name basis, some amusement replacing the sorrow and anxieties of before.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
