as I hold my soul all the music pours out
“Mmmmm,” he agrees softly, trying not to stare at the flower in her hair, while absently wondering if the flowers have various meanings or if they correspond to different moods? Ludo might indeed be able to tell him more, but the Gods have never been his go-to for answers. Caido gave them minds for a reason. They ought to use them.
“I don’t really expect any answers in that regard,” he confesses in hushed camaraderie, raising his brows in a you know how everything is kind of way. “The search is the distraction from feeling a bit useless.” His expression quickly turns, however, as Amalia’s face deflates and her flower wilts. Another strong reaction to the people who’d returned.
“It’s fine,” the Fixer says of his leg, evading that twist of conversation and looping back to what had just happened.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Quiet, unassuming, and gentle, his eyes (if not a hand, because he doesn’t know her well yet) strive to create a bridge across the table, a safe little bubble in this big room. Fee seems to echo his concern, looking at the Archangel with an innocent encouragement. “I’m a good listener.”
“I don’t really expect any answers in that regard,” he confesses in hushed camaraderie, raising his brows in a you know how everything is kind of way. “The search is the distraction from feeling a bit useless.” His expression quickly turns, however, as Amalia’s face deflates and her flower wilts. Another strong reaction to the people who’d returned.
“It’s fine,” the Fixer says of his leg, evading that twist of conversation and looping back to what had just happened.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Quiet, unassuming, and gentle, his eyes (if not a hand, because he doesn’t know her well yet) strive to create a bridge across the table, a safe little bubble in this big room. Fee seems to echo his concern, looking at the Archangel with an innocent encouragement. “I’m a good listener.”
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
