HARPER
"I remember when you told me," he agrees, remembers her shifting her ears and the feathers that had trickled down her neck. Doesn't think he'll ever really forget his wonder at seeing it happen, the first time he ever had in Caido. "Safrin told me it's a reflection of your soul, that none of the gods can dictate what you become. It's interesting, I don't know what mine would be or what it would mean." If it would be complimentary or reveal the parts of himself he desperately doesn't want to remember.
"Very exhausting," he agrees, expression going soft and adoring as she brushes away his fringe to better align their gazes. He feels like a lovesick puppy, even though he knows lovesick is not the appropriate word. Here with her loosely held in his grasp he is warm and content, happy to not move from this bed for the foreseeable future.
He doesn't claim to know her story intimately, or to even understand on a personal level. "Not easy to move on from that," he agrees softly. "It sounds like they wronged you in that world. And it's not wrong of you to hold that against her, even if she may not be that same person. And if she really will be a better mother here...she'll wait for you." And if not then well...she has Harper, Deimos and Amalia. They will keep her uplifted.
Admittedly he doesn't expect her to ask about his own parents. Nobody ever really has when he's mentioned them in such an offhand way. It's admittedly touching that she cares enough to be curious. He hesitates for a moment before answering, trying to summon the strength to remember that horrid night. "They were the original duo for the trapeze before they had me, then it became a family act. There was a national underground organization that would kidnap prodigal children and perform mental and physical conditioning to groom them into mindless killers above the standard physique. They..." his voice wavers but he clears it softly and continues on stubbornly, "I suppose I caught their eye. We were very well known. They sabotaged the trapeze my parents would use first before I joined them, and they...they fell to their deaths while I watched." It ends softly, but there's a sorrow there that he can't hide. Doesn't necessarily bother to.
"Very exhausting," he agrees, expression going soft and adoring as she brushes away his fringe to better align their gazes. He feels like a lovesick puppy, even though he knows lovesick is not the appropriate word. Here with her loosely held in his grasp he is warm and content, happy to not move from this bed for the foreseeable future.
He doesn't claim to know her story intimately, or to even understand on a personal level. "Not easy to move on from that," he agrees softly. "It sounds like they wronged you in that world. And it's not wrong of you to hold that against her, even if she may not be that same person. And if she really will be a better mother here...she'll wait for you." And if not then well...she has Harper, Deimos and Amalia. They will keep her uplifted.
Admittedly he doesn't expect her to ask about his own parents. Nobody ever really has when he's mentioned them in such an offhand way. It's admittedly touching that she cares enough to be curious. He hesitates for a moment before answering, trying to summon the strength to remember that horrid night. "They were the original duo for the trapeze before they had me, then it became a family act. There was a national underground organization that would kidnap prodigal children and perform mental and physical conditioning to groom them into mindless killers above the standard physique. They..." his voice wavers but he clears it softly and continues on stubbornly, "I suppose I caught their eye. We were very well known. They sabotaged the trapeze my parents would use first before I joined them, and they...they fell to their deaths while I watched." It ends softly, but there's a sorrow there that he can't hide. Doesn't necessarily bother to.
this is your ocean, an ocean of night
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