AEDION
you cried wolf, so i came running.
am I the wolf or the savior?
At first, Aedion hears the call, a small grimace crossing his face at the sound of it despite the silence around him. It might have even shocked him, had he not been humming to himself to rid his mind of the stagnant sound. He has always been a creature of the night, and he has always lived in solitude. But something about this change, of knowing no one and the world around, seems to grate on him. And he feels as lonely as ever. But her voice rings through and suddenly he’s no longer idling by. Now his legs lift him and bring him to where the others like him have been summoned.
He recognizes none of them, but it doesn’t matter. He’s certain he will know them soon. And his eyes flicker from face to face before settling on the Voice. He has not met her yet, and his body is sluggish still but at least he looks better than before when he wore the tattered and torn clothes. Now, he looked almost clean aside from the scruffiness of his hair that he tries to make look more normal by running a hand through it. Aedion says nothing, however, his steel eyes questioning why they had been summoned and what kind of gift she may be giving. He didn’t care for gifts much, but she had said she had them. And who was Aedion to say no?
No, to the one person who was supposed to make sense of his change in existence upon his arrival? His lips remained shut, and his eyes lingered on only her.
He recognizes none of them, but it doesn’t matter. He’s certain he will know them soon. And his eyes flicker from face to face before settling on the Voice. He has not met her yet, and his body is sluggish still but at least he looks better than before when he wore the tattered and torn clothes. Now, he looked almost clean aside from the scruffiness of his hair that he tries to make look more normal by running a hand through it. Aedion says nothing, however, his steel eyes questioning why they had been summoned and what kind of gift she may be giving. He didn’t care for gifts much, but she had said she had them. And who was Aedion to say no?
No, to the one person who was supposed to make sense of his change in existence upon his arrival? His lips remained shut, and his eyes lingered on only her.
is my smile to sharp, or just my teeth?
come a little closer.
