CHULANE
Can you hear it echoing?
Take my hand
Take my hand
"She did," he recalled, their first meeting, vegetables on the street, Auni trotting alongside them, he still so naïve and fresh to this world, and she so kind, patient and welcoming. "It was during LongNight, her first one - one of the monsters had possessed him?" He poorly summed up what he remembered, knowing he missed details, knowing that someone had died during the whole ordeal. But she had bonded to Auni throughout it all - bonded out of an intense, intimate need, one that now he and Auni shared. The little luxere bleated softly, nosing around, knowing he was being spoken about.
Chulane left his hand resting on him, fingers running through his fur, as the conversation shifted to the next distressing topic. He listened, he watched, concern creasing deep lines across his face as he hoped Deimos wouldn't flee the building at the question. The monolith did put distance between them, but managed to linger, to share more details on what had occurred.
And Chulane didn't quite know what to do when he did get an answer, when he heard more of what happened. He'd had relationships, he'd 'broken up' with girls before - but this was different, worlds away from what he'd known. "I'm so sorry, Deimos." Sorry he couldn't do anything to help, except be present, offer support, try his best to hold things together even when everything felt like it was falling apart. "It… it sounds like you and she need to talk… after some time." He didn't know what else to offer, what else to propose - who was he, to offer or to propose anything? He sighed, bowing his head slightly. "What do you want?" What did Deimos need? What was he going to do with himself, after this?
He was asking for himself, as much as he was for the General.
Chulane left his hand resting on him, fingers running through his fur, as the conversation shifted to the next distressing topic. He listened, he watched, concern creasing deep lines across his face as he hoped Deimos wouldn't flee the building at the question. The monolith did put distance between them, but managed to linger, to share more details on what had occurred.
And Chulane didn't quite know what to do when he did get an answer, when he heard more of what happened. He'd had relationships, he'd 'broken up' with girls before - but this was different, worlds away from what he'd known. "I'm so sorry, Deimos." Sorry he couldn't do anything to help, except be present, offer support, try his best to hold things together even when everything felt like it was falling apart. "It… it sounds like you and she need to talk… after some time." He didn't know what else to offer, what else to propose - who was he, to offer or to propose anything? He sighed, bowing his head slightly. "What do you want?" What did Deimos need? What was he going to do with himself, after this?
He was asking for himself, as much as he was for the General.
All the stars we steal from the nightsky
Will never be enough
Will never be enough
