a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
“Right.” Glas manages, his face shifting a small amount to edge toward a smile. Noah had attempted to, but he hadn’t been around before Glas’ accident. As for Hester? She’d always sort of kept an eye out for him, before then and now even if they hadn’t spoken in some time. And perhaps part of him would always admire that openness, willing to bring people in even if silence had overtaken the conversation for the better part of recent years.
He’s glad to have her at his side, at least.
He’s also glad when she starts to speak, the smile on her face relaxing him from the recent horrors and trauma of his life, though there’s still a bit of an anxious tic in the way he folds his hands together, thumb rubbing along the edge of his knuckles in his other hand. “P-Portals?” He questions, letting his gaze find hers again, his anxieties soothed enough to be able to look at her face and not fear judgement.
“I just… Mom and Dad finally l-let me go around Snowcloak again.” After the incident. “I-I think I want.. I want to explore.” See what else is out there, what to look out for. But as for playing in the council house? That shifts his lips a bit in a small smile. “W-what would you d-do in the council house?” Be a part of it? Write the stories and ballads of Halo’s new shift yet again?
He’s glad to have her at his side, at least.
He’s also glad when she starts to speak, the smile on her face relaxing him from the recent horrors and trauma of his life, though there’s still a bit of an anxious tic in the way he folds his hands together, thumb rubbing along the edge of his knuckles in his other hand. “P-Portals?” He questions, letting his gaze find hers again, his anxieties soothed enough to be able to look at her face and not fear judgement.
“I just… Mom and Dad finally l-let me go around Snowcloak again.” After the incident. “I-I think I want.. I want to explore.” See what else is out there, what to look out for. But as for playing in the council house? That shifts his lips a bit in a small smile. “W-what would you d-do in the council house?” Be a part of it? Write the stories and ballads of Halo’s new shift yet again?
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
