Jigano rumbled quiet understanding of Adam's way of coping, though he'd never had a romantic mishap go wrong in that way. There were plenty of other mistakes, though, that he could understand wanting to be able to avoid thinking about for awhile. His own oaths and sense of duty didn't let him get that drunk... but he could certainly see the appeal for others.
Adam's philosophy on life and moving forward was refreshingly simple and direct, though all too often the lack of 'fuckers' to retaliate against was part of the problem. Getting mad at the gods didn't really solve anything, and most of them weren't even directly involved in such tragedies. How could you get mad at a mindless beast or creature made of mud? Or, hell, even when he did get mad at the Voice for the LongNight monsters, what did it solve? She clearly had no intention of helping, even when her children were hurt by her old experiments. Sadly, the snake's preferred method of coping was no longer an option and Jigano huffed quiet amusement as the other man realized that Not necessarily. As long as our 'someone's pretty to kiss' are the men we love, there's nothing wrong with it. It just meant no more random hookups, that was all.
Jigano did, in fact, feel quite the fondness for their companions and their silly sleeping positions, but Adam's words made him blink thoughtfully, fighting against the urge to drowse off in the sun. No... they didn't, he agreed. But... they didn't make it worse, either. He chuckled mentally along with his friend, though this time there was no physical reaction to his humor as his body relaxed around the baskets that by now had to be quite full of sun. I feel like we're both taking the others' usual side, he admitted ruefully. I know I don't always make it worse... it's just that for the past few seasons it's been feeling that way. Every major thing I've set out to do has ended badly, and... well. It gets to be too much, sometimes, feeling like there's no way to win against the gods of this world. I know it's just the exhaustion talking, but that's how it feels most days anymore. It was hard to stay optimistic when he had so few accomplishments to point at and say "I did this and made the world better for it" and so many failures to mock him with friends injured or dead or, at best, no successes made to improve the world and leave it better than he'd found it.
Adam's philosophy on life and moving forward was refreshingly simple and direct, though all too often the lack of 'fuckers' to retaliate against was part of the problem. Getting mad at the gods didn't really solve anything, and most of them weren't even directly involved in such tragedies. How could you get mad at a mindless beast or creature made of mud? Or, hell, even when he did get mad at the Voice for the LongNight monsters, what did it solve? She clearly had no intention of helping, even when her children were hurt by her old experiments. Sadly, the snake's preferred method of coping was no longer an option and Jigano huffed quiet amusement as the other man realized that Not necessarily. As long as our 'someone's pretty to kiss' are the men we love, there's nothing wrong with it. It just meant no more random hookups, that was all.
Jigano did, in fact, feel quite the fondness for their companions and their silly sleeping positions, but Adam's words made him blink thoughtfully, fighting against the urge to drowse off in the sun. No... they didn't, he agreed. But... they didn't make it worse, either. He chuckled mentally along with his friend, though this time there was no physical reaction to his humor as his body relaxed around the baskets that by now had to be quite full of sun. I feel like we're both taking the others' usual side, he admitted ruefully. I know I don't always make it worse... it's just that for the past few seasons it's been feeling that way. Every major thing I've set out to do has ended badly, and... well. It gets to be too much, sometimes, feeling like there's no way to win against the gods of this world. I know it's just the exhaustion talking, but that's how it feels most days anymore. It was hard to stay optimistic when he had so few accomplishments to point at and say "I did this and made the world better for it" and so many failures to mock him with friends injured or dead or, at best, no successes made to improve the world and leave it better than he'd found it.
