KEYES
i won't cry for you
i won't crucify the things you do
i won't crucify the things you do
"Being lazy, yes. Listening to stories? gods kill me first," he replied with a roll of his eyes, leaning back on his palms and letting his legs dangle freely over the edge of the rock. Naavi made her way over to him, and though he played indifferent he loved when his sister was near. She placed herself on the stone next to him, and gave her attention to Hyperion, the small sorrel mouse purring under her touch. He loved Naavi too, but was far less snarky about it.
Keyes snorted at her comment to his companion, Hyper wasn't his approved nickname for the creature, but he couldn't keep Naavi from doing anything. He just shook his head with an amused lightness, a golden curl bouncing above his brow. At Naavi's next statement, his expression darkened, brows narrowing just slightly. Not because of her teasing, but for her mention of her. Alcyone.
He didn't like that sentimental feeling, that sickening feeling of loss. Where other's might be able to think back on those who have passed with happy memories, Keyes found that everyone who'd left him had taken their happy memories with them. What he had left of Alcyone, the few treasured things that hadn't been crippled by her death, he refused to talk about or else risk losing them too.
She pushed him from his moment of brooding, of shelter from pathos, with a hand in his hair. A scowl and high pitched protest, he tried to duck away, though a light smirk pulled at his lips again. "You know I hate it when people touch my hair," he replied, grin returned and aimed at Naavi.
Keyes snorted at her comment to his companion, Hyper wasn't his approved nickname for the creature, but he couldn't keep Naavi from doing anything. He just shook his head with an amused lightness, a golden curl bouncing above his brow. At Naavi's next statement, his expression darkened, brows narrowing just slightly. Not because of her teasing, but for her mention of her. Alcyone.
He didn't like that sentimental feeling, that sickening feeling of loss. Where other's might be able to think back on those who have passed with happy memories, Keyes found that everyone who'd left him had taken their happy memories with them. What he had left of Alcyone, the few treasured things that hadn't been crippled by her death, he refused to talk about or else risk losing them too.
She pushed him from his moment of brooding, of shelter from pathos, with a hand in his hair. A scowl and high pitched protest, he tried to duck away, though a light smirk pulled at his lips again. "You know I hate it when people touch my hair," he replied, grin returned and aimed at Naavi.
see when you're gone
i'll still be bloody mary
i'll still be bloody mary
