maybe we exist to bleed
It would help if he didn’t have to be constantly aware of trying to appease his parents. It would help immensely if he didn’t have to deal with people after so long of being cooped up and secluded in his childhood home because of that disastrous cannibal attack that had left half his face marred and scarred. It would help if he had the ability to do anything else, like healing when he’d wanted to instead of being born with life drain.
It was all a mess, really. But he was trying, even however painful it was.
His verdant gaze slips toward Noah as he focuses on the comments given – staring at the man’s chest and anywhere but his face. “W-Will they answer you?” He asks, unsteady and unsure. The gods had never answered his prayers, and Glas had simply just stopped going because of it. But regardless, if they did answer Noah, it is something he could do. “S-Sure.” Already the young crafter is thinking of ways to fix something, to make it better and enhance on it, make it easier.
But the question of getting made fun of has him frowning a small amount. His gaze averts, and he sighs quietly to himself, wondering if it’s even worth mentioning to Noah or if the other man had already heard about it. “I-I-I wasn’t the s-same… After the c-c-cannibal attack.” His gaze remains on the ground in the way he walks, spending a moment to chew on the inside of his cheek.
It was all a mess, really. But he was trying, even however painful it was.
His verdant gaze slips toward Noah as he focuses on the comments given – staring at the man’s chest and anywhere but his face. “W-Will they answer you?” He asks, unsteady and unsure. The gods had never answered his prayers, and Glas had simply just stopped going because of it. But regardless, if they did answer Noah, it is something he could do. “S-Sure.” Already the young crafter is thinking of ways to fix something, to make it better and enhance on it, make it easier.
But the question of getting made fun of has him frowning a small amount. His gaze averts, and he sighs quietly to himself, wondering if it’s even worth mentioning to Noah or if the other man had already heard about it. “I-I-I wasn’t the s-same… After the c-c-cannibal attack.” His gaze remains on the ground in the way he walks, spending a moment to chew on the inside of his cheek.
maybe we exist to burn
GLAS
