His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
If there's one thing you believe in, it's that people are what they make themselves, not what their race makes them. Your frown deepens at the mention of his sister, arms crossing over your chest unhappily. "Doesn' sound like much'uva sister," you remark in a low, grumpy voice. "Sounds like y'need better people'n yer life, Red."
Not to imply it would be you. Even though you are, indeed, here, letting him live in your house. Trying to make him feel better. Acting like a friend. You aren't the better people Sam needs, though. Not at all. Nope.
You pull a chair away from the table, turning it to sit backwards, arms on the back. Ki crawls her way to the top of your head, where she can act as sentry in your hair. She's not even trying to camouflage herself, and blue and red march with green across her sides. "Aye, plain ol' Accepted is all I got." Shrugging, you gesture that Sam should sit as well. "Look, Red- if we're spillin' secrets, I oughta tell you I don't hold much for gods and their ilk. Old, new. Whatever. For the most part I try'n ignore 'em, since they've done me the same courtesy." There's bitterness laced in your voice, and a flash of anger and pain in your eyes. "If that's an issue, well..." Again you shrug, trailing off. You're not going to house a preacher.
Not to imply it would be you. Even though you are, indeed, here, letting him live in your house. Trying to make him feel better. Acting like a friend. You aren't the better people Sam needs, though. Not at all. Nope.
You pull a chair away from the table, turning it to sit backwards, arms on the back. Ki crawls her way to the top of your head, where she can act as sentry in your hair. She's not even trying to camouflage herself, and blue and red march with green across her sides. "Aye, plain ol' Accepted is all I got." Shrugging, you gesture that Sam should sit as well. "Look, Red- if we're spillin' secrets, I oughta tell you I don't hold much for gods and their ilk. Old, new. Whatever. For the most part I try'n ignore 'em, since they've done me the same courtesy." There's bitterness laced in your voice, and a flash of anger and pain in your eyes. "If that's an issue, well..." Again you shrug, trailing off. You're not going to house a preacher.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
