Azrael
They frown further with the information Isla gives them, nodding in understanding but still hating it all the same. They’ve read about war, they haven’t experienced it. The only thing they’ve experienced thus far is feeling like Public Enemy #1, and if they’re being honest it’s quite disheartening. All they want to do is explore and make friends and have everything be fine – but they suppose that’s life isn’t it?
Azrael’s gaze flickers away from Isla to look at a speck on the ground, anything but Isla, until she’s patting their good arm and their gaze flickers back up toward her from beneath dark curls that mimicked Bastien’s so well. “Yeah…” They agree after a second, nose wiggling as they consider it. “Papa would want me to do anything to not get hurt.” They admit, though the thought causes a small edge of a smile to cross their face. They’ve heard stories, of course.
Azrael’s gaze flickers away from Isla to look at a speck on the ground, anything but Isla, until she’s patting their good arm and their gaze flickers back up toward her from beneath dark curls that mimicked Bastien’s so well. “Yeah…” They agree after a second, nose wiggling as they consider it. “Papa would want me to do anything to not get hurt.” They admit, though the thought causes a small edge of a smile to cross their face. They’ve heard stories, of course.
lay you down, there's nothing to be scared of
all your fears are in the breeze
all your fears are in the breeze
