He had not been expecting company, though it might be more fair to say that he'd had no expectations at all, mind too distracted by his quiet grief to consider the activities of others. The presence of someone that he knew, and more, someone that knew Maea, had meant so much to her and hurt her so deeply, twisted and discarded her, brought a momentary flex of claws to slender fingers.
Ah, but Jigano could hardly throw stones in that particular house, could he?
The claws flickered away, a mere ghost of possibility in the shadows, and he pushed away from the lighthouse that he had been holding up to look the walking disaster over, seeing the truth of his exhaustion and the scattering of Ascended bites on his skin.
For a moment there was silence, the urge to lash out almost overpowering, to strike with sharp tongue even more than sharpened claws, but in the end she had still loved this sinking derelict, and for that alone Jigano drew in a steadying breath and gave a short, sharp nod. "Evening."
Ah, but Jigano could hardly throw stones in that particular house, could he?
The claws flickered away, a mere ghost of possibility in the shadows, and he pushed away from the lighthouse that he had been holding up to look the walking disaster over, seeing the truth of his exhaustion and the scattering of Ascended bites on his skin.
For a moment there was silence, the urge to lash out almost overpowering, to strike with sharp tongue even more than sharpened claws, but in the end she had still loved this sinking derelict, and for that alone Jigano drew in a steadying breath and gave a short, sharp nod. "Evening."
