CHULANE
blending into the darkness, & it gets harder to see
Perhaps they had more in common than their curious histories, hers from magic and gods, his from science and technology. The way they had each navigated their lives had been similar, the way they both jumped on opportunities given, estimating to the best of their abilities at the time the outcomes, and always learning, evolving and seeking to improve, to advance, to progress and thrive. Perhaps the depths of their ideals, their passions and the way they each carried themselves was similar enough that the relationship that had been forged would indeed prove stronger than steel, even the mythical valerian steel from stories of Chuy's past.
As thoughts of parents and meetings and things that may or may not happen swirled about within his mind, he kept working diligently at her massage, and heard the stories she offered of creatures encountered and curious events that had his brow quirking upwards yet again.
"Begging your pardon - sacrificed to a what? What on earth did you do to warrant such kind treatment?"
He was glad to hear that the guild did not kill without cause, that it was not a matter of making trophies out of the carcasses of the unique wildlife that decorated this land. Even the dragon who took Weaver was only acting within its nature, its instincts - there was no use to kill it unless it truly sought to threaten the people of Halo, unless it returned time and again to feast upon them one by one. Chuy at least, could not condone its slaughter otherwise - such an act would hardly being Weaver back, or mend the hurt her death had left on the city. "The guild sounds fascinating. Who do I need to sleep with to sign up?" he quipped playfully.
As thoughts of parents and meetings and things that may or may not happen swirled about within his mind, he kept working diligently at her massage, and heard the stories she offered of creatures encountered and curious events that had his brow quirking upwards yet again.
"Begging your pardon - sacrificed to a what? What on earth did you do to warrant such kind treatment?"
He was glad to hear that the guild did not kill without cause, that it was not a matter of making trophies out of the carcasses of the unique wildlife that decorated this land. Even the dragon who took Weaver was only acting within its nature, its instincts - there was no use to kill it unless it truly sought to threaten the people of Halo, unless it returned time and again to feast upon them one by one. Chuy at least, could not condone its slaughter otherwise - such an act would hardly being Weaver back, or mend the hurt her death had left on the city. "The guild sounds fascinating. Who do I need to sleep with to sign up?" he quipped playfully.
try to stand & unravel what a man's gotta be
