MARU
listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
like a heartbeat that drives you mad
like a heartbeat that drives you mad
The man's laughter is a salve upon Maru's shoulders. Though he has carried little tension into this meeting, what had once lived there is now wiped away by the cheek that Remi displays. There is a reason for our compatibility with Torchline, he agrees with an amused crinkle at the corners of his eyes. Eyes that track the aborted movement of a hand to a forehead, one that has Maru chuckling softly, bubbles emerging in a small showering display of his mirth that harmonizes with Remi's sheepish reaction. In a show of solidarity, he uses one of his long tentacles to brush his hair back over his shoulder from where it has begun to float forth against his cheeks.
All who are capable of the journey will be met civilly, so long as they exhibit the same respect. We will guide those who are lost, and parlay with inquisitive guests. However, force will be met with equal measures. Smooth voice swings deep with promise, a vow that he intends for Remi to carry back to the surface. A burial at sea is all those types should expect. Though despite the severity of the insinuation, Maru exudes nothing but contentment and respect across the bond for the other man's willingness to let him set the terms. Our kingdom is not to be intruded upon without invitation or an offered tour however. The same as with any dwelling. Their structures are admittedly beautiful, and Maru would not fault any admirers. But the inside is not so open to the public. His people deserve their privacy.
A twinkle of kindred spirit alights in the man's dark eyes, tentacles curling at the ends in a distinct show of pleasure. Perhaps it is time to be brought into the light by your hand. I believe a symbiotic relationship is one we can strive for. If your people are aware of our existence, we will happily engage in any manner of trade and socialization - as it stands, beaching ourselves upon your sands is too great a risk, and I know many here who would enjoy seeing that change. Perhaps even Maru himself, if interesting souls like Remi are to be found above the sea.
All who are capable of the journey will be met civilly, so long as they exhibit the same respect. We will guide those who are lost, and parlay with inquisitive guests. However, force will be met with equal measures. Smooth voice swings deep with promise, a vow that he intends for Remi to carry back to the surface. A burial at sea is all those types should expect. Though despite the severity of the insinuation, Maru exudes nothing but contentment and respect across the bond for the other man's willingness to let him set the terms. Our kingdom is not to be intruded upon without invitation or an offered tour however. The same as with any dwelling. Their structures are admittedly beautiful, and Maru would not fault any admirers. But the inside is not so open to the public. His people deserve their privacy.
A twinkle of kindred spirit alights in the man's dark eyes, tentacles curling at the ends in a distinct show of pleasure. Perhaps it is time to be brought into the light by your hand. I believe a symbiotic relationship is one we can strive for. If your people are aware of our existence, we will happily engage in any manner of trade and socialization - as it stands, beaching ourselves upon your sands is too great a risk, and I know many here who would enjoy seeing that change. Perhaps even Maru himself, if interesting souls like Remi are to be found above the sea.
in the stillness of remembering what you had
and what you lost
and what you lost
