Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
"Why not? It seems selfish just to care about the deaths of those I'm personally acquainted with, doesn't it?" Indeed Edwyn is in for it. Especially without the burdens of certain emotions that being an ascended has removed, if anything the writer has found his capacity to care has increased, rather than diminishing as so many probably expect it to.
"I am!" Though his overly-pointed canines do seem to fit well with his smile, they are more aggressive than the average dental-pattern. But on certain days and in certain light the ascended can pass for one of the other races. It's harder here in Torchline where everyone's skin looks like molten bronze, but his writerly brain supposes if it ever came down to it, he could always just say he's very concerned about skin cancer. He can't imagine a situation where it would come down to it, for him at least, given that he's not the least bit embarrassed about being an ascended. He quite likes it.
"Oh, I can brood." So saying Edwyn offers Jack his best blue-steel face, all slightly puckered lips, hollowed cheekbones, and smouldering green-blue stare. At the mention of the lack of shrine, Edwyn gnaws on the inside of his cheeks, obviously not wanting to discount the captain's knowledge, but also being fairly sure that there is a shrine. "It's near one of the sea-entrances to...the Fingers? I think you call them. Tucked away in a little cove." Pausing to see if this stirs any sort of recognition in the captain, Edwyn smiles politely and shrugs. "I'd be happy to show it to you if you need proof. Though...I'd also probably rope you into helping me with it, if that's the case." He adds with an easy laugh, as if Jack is the type to simply offer up his assistance out of the goodness of his heart.
"I am!" Though his overly-pointed canines do seem to fit well with his smile, they are more aggressive than the average dental-pattern. But on certain days and in certain light the ascended can pass for one of the other races. It's harder here in Torchline where everyone's skin looks like molten bronze, but his writerly brain supposes if it ever came down to it, he could always just say he's very concerned about skin cancer. He can't imagine a situation where it would come down to it, for him at least, given that he's not the least bit embarrassed about being an ascended. He quite likes it.
"Oh, I can brood." So saying Edwyn offers Jack his best blue-steel face, all slightly puckered lips, hollowed cheekbones, and smouldering green-blue stare. At the mention of the lack of shrine, Edwyn gnaws on the inside of his cheeks, obviously not wanting to discount the captain's knowledge, but also being fairly sure that there is a shrine. "It's near one of the sea-entrances to...the Fingers? I think you call them. Tucked away in a little cove." Pausing to see if this stirs any sort of recognition in the captain, Edwyn smiles politely and shrugs. "I'd be happy to show it to you if you need proof. Though...I'd also probably rope you into helping me with it, if that's the case." He adds with an easy laugh, as if Jack is the type to simply offer up his assistance out of the goodness of his heart.
it's to create something that
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