lose your faith in me [open]

AEDION the moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to. As she returns his smile, he can’t help but notice a similar fanged appearance to her own canines. We’re the fangs a marker? Is that what determined the differences paired with the inability to feel pain? He’s confused for a moment, but it passes as realization takes way. If she is the same as he, then perhaps she has a better understanding of why he feels the way he does. Maybe she knows how to fix him, to make him feel better than he did before. After all, in her words they’re better than regular humans. And the deep part within him that craves his old bloodlust is pleased with that idea. But he attempts to nod to her either way. Aedion had never been lucky, but he doesn’t voice any of those concerns. He was already brought so low after crashing upon this earth, he doesn’t want to add to the tempest in his chest. Heaving a sigh, he looks back to Isla and notices her face fully now. She’s beautiful, and there’s a part of him that appreciates just that. It reminds him of better days, before everything had happened to turn him sour and dark and deadly. He gives her another fanged grin, as he takes her hand, but he realizes quickly that the usual way he could feel things has been tampered. His dark brows furrow slightly in more confusion, but he uses her help to stand on shaky legs. One of his hands returns to his head, running through his hair as though it were intentional and not trying to sooth that continuing pounding in the back of his mind. But he begins to walk, his first few steps on two legs, ready to follow her wherever she’s located to learn more about the Ascended and the world around them. His hand still grips at his side, though there’s no pain. Old habits die hard, after all. He turns to look at her for a moment before clearing his throat. “I suppose I should learn your name before you take me to your infirmary?” It’s a sorry excuse for a joke, but he attempts to crack a smile to her. “I’m Aedion.” He offers a bit quieter, looking back to the way they were headed. i will carve my way out, with only my teeth.