Aamu
Overwhelming is one way to put it, Aamu figures, leaning over for a moment to spy on Azrael's sketching. And it's something he hadn't thought of, honestly. Living a life as human before Ascension prepared you for much of it—senses, pleasurable physical sensations, heady things that, in some ways, prepare you for the bite. Not that anything organic comes close to biting another Ascended, but... "You might be a bit young for that yet," Aamu says with a faint smile. "Considering the reaction it triggers in us. It takes some practice to, ah, ignore that when it's not wanted. I suggest taking your first bites with someone you trust, who can sort of, guide you through it."
(And it pricks his heart, the future he had stolen from him all those years ago, all the difficult, embarrassing, awkward conversation he never got to have with Oheň—)
"Really." Rumors are rumors, myths are myths, but it wouldn't surprise him if it was true.
Abandoned. Oh, how Aamu hates the word, hates the history he didn't witness—how they were all cast out, had the Gods turn their backs on them. "Mmh," he hums, looking back at his stolen flower. "They were Acquired, and the Gods were proud of them, celebrated them like they did the Attuned and Accepted. Not something you'd believe now. Abandoned. Tch. It's all there in the name, and yet people follow the Old Gods, call them merciful, benevolent, loving." His lip curls with distaste. "Cowards. They threw down two entire races out of fear, and still the world remains blind to what they are."
(And it pricks his heart, the future he had stolen from him all those years ago, all the difficult, embarrassing, awkward conversation he never got to have with Oheň—)
"Really." Rumors are rumors, myths are myths, but it wouldn't surprise him if it was true.
Abandoned. Oh, how Aamu hates the word, hates the history he didn't witness—how they were all cast out, had the Gods turn their backs on them. "Mmh," he hums, looking back at his stolen flower. "They were Acquired, and the Gods were proud of them, celebrated them like they did the Attuned and Accepted. Not something you'd believe now. Abandoned. Tch. It's all there in the name, and yet people follow the Old Gods, call them merciful, benevolent, loving." His lip curls with distaste. "Cowards. They threw down two entire races out of fear, and still the world remains blind to what they are."
