a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
The items are moved over to the side, and he’s grabbing a few tools he thinks he might need before he’s kneeling before the table, eyes focused on the way it wobbles and trying to determine which leg of the table needed the work as he settles back on his heels a small amount. But then the table really starts to wobble, and his green eyes grow wide, moving to try and grasp it to keep it from toppling over, looking up through a bit of long blonde hair to see a somewhat familiar freckled face looking back down at him.
Hester.
He didn’t really know her personally too well after his attack, but he had done some work for her family and her siblings, occasional birthday gifts as well. They were close enough in age too that the young crafter before the accident had a few interactions with the attuned as well, though it had all faded when his family had ensured he was protected and safe. It still didn’t help his thundering heart of surprise as she chirps down to him. “H-Hi Hester.” He manages, though he really doesn’t feel like talking right now.
Green eyes look down to the table leg again, the one causing the problem as he grabs a small screwdriver. “I’m… Fixing the t-t-table.” He manages, taking a deep inhale to try and keep his words under control, all the while he works on chewing the inside of his cheek. “B-but you’re sitt... Sitting on it.” He looks back up at her again beneath a raised brow, a silent question he can’t quite air without tongue tying himself. ’Can you move a little?’
Hester.
He didn’t really know her personally too well after his attack, but he had done some work for her family and her siblings, occasional birthday gifts as well. They were close enough in age too that the young crafter before the accident had a few interactions with the attuned as well, though it had all faded when his family had ensured he was protected and safe. It still didn’t help his thundering heart of surprise as she chirps down to him. “H-Hi Hester.” He manages, though he really doesn’t feel like talking right now.
Green eyes look down to the table leg again, the one causing the problem as he grabs a small screwdriver. “I’m… Fixing the t-t-table.” He manages, taking a deep inhale to try and keep his words under control, all the while he works on chewing the inside of his cheek. “B-but you’re sitt... Sitting on it.” He looks back up at her again beneath a raised brow, a silent question he can’t quite air without tongue tying himself. ’Can you move a little?’
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
