ADAM
Deimos was not a quick speaker; had Adam been his old self, quicker to judge, he would have written the man off as stupid. But he could see that wasn't the case, could see it in the man's eyes, the way he considered every word.
Even if that word was just no.
He sighed, nearly rolling his eyes and stopping just short. Deimos just didn't get it; didn't get him. Had reacted to the hardships of the world by becoming a statue; Adam had made himself a jokester, a hero crafted from bits of fiction. When confronted with someone so unrelentingly serious, his persona did not have a response. Uncomfortably, he trailed his finger in a figure eight over the surface of the water, wondering if it was best to just get up and leave the man alone.
At least the unicorn seemed to have some interest in him. Adam laughed at the snuffling around his hair, reaching up to pat the snout of the creature (mistakenly believing she was looking to be friends). Looking to Deimos, he sighed and tried something he hadn't before. Honesty.
"Look, mate. We're not ever gonna be best friends, I don't think. And I'm sorry that I take the piss outta you - it's only fun when you do it back, and you don't, so.." He tilted his head from side to side. "But...we both care a hell of a lot about Amalia and I don't think you're a bad guy. So...how about this."
Reaching down for a thicker bit of grass than the small threads he'd been shredding , Adam began to fold the fibres with a fingers much more experienced at it than he'd let on. "Let's have a contest. Can I make a basket as good as your magic one? And...while we're making it, tell me something about yourself. Favourite food. Or...I guess...best weapon you ever had, or war you won, or whatever. I dunno what you did before all this."
Even if that word was just no.
He sighed, nearly rolling his eyes and stopping just short. Deimos just didn't get it; didn't get him. Had reacted to the hardships of the world by becoming a statue; Adam had made himself a jokester, a hero crafted from bits of fiction. When confronted with someone so unrelentingly serious, his persona did not have a response. Uncomfortably, he trailed his finger in a figure eight over the surface of the water, wondering if it was best to just get up and leave the man alone.
At least the unicorn seemed to have some interest in him. Adam laughed at the snuffling around his hair, reaching up to pat the snout of the creature (mistakenly believing she was looking to be friends). Looking to Deimos, he sighed and tried something he hadn't before. Honesty.
"Look, mate. We're not ever gonna be best friends, I don't think. And I'm sorry that I take the piss outta you - it's only fun when you do it back, and you don't, so.." He tilted his head from side to side. "But...we both care a hell of a lot about Amalia and I don't think you're a bad guy. So...how about this."
Reaching down for a thicker bit of grass than the small threads he'd been shredding , Adam began to fold the fibres with a fingers much more experienced at it than he'd let on. "Let's have a contest. Can I make a basket as good as your magic one? And...while we're making it, tell me something about yourself. Favourite food. Or...I guess...best weapon you ever had, or war you won, or whatever. I dunno what you did before all this."
A wasted youth is better by far
Then a wise and productive old age
Base Code by Sky!
