it's an all or nothin' play, though, ashes settle when i say so
His lip feathers in distaste at the realization the Spire was a prison. A prison that the Voice had thankfully broken out of at some point, given the fact she was still around today. That all the Ascended were still around, himself included. But the knife is thrown and he moves to retrieve it, turning back as he watches her pull a disc out of a bag.
Color him intrigued.
The metal hand rises to catch it as it’s thrown to him, the metal plates in his arm shifting and clicking with quiet whirs as he inspects it. And then he’s tossing it back to her. “They were a big family. Didn’t live too far away from here, actually. I used to walk by their block on the way home most nights.” He says with a nostalgic smile, waiting for the discus to be thrown back toward him to catch it. “I wouldn’t exactly call it a party, but to watch the Theskyra women debate on the end of the block was one of the best types of entertainment we came across back then.” He hums a soft laugh, a shake of his head.
He remembered being a boy and standing on the corner of the road just watching and listening.
“And from what I knew of them and what I’ve heard of you, you seem like you’re a chip off the block.” He doesn’t know if it soothes her any, but he wants to try anyway.
Dark brows raise at the mention of being unable to go to Stormbreak now, and the smirk that flickers across his face is both amusement and a sneer. “Yeah, I’ve been to Stormbreak. It was before I ascended, we used to go occasionally to get new clothes and things.” He shrugs casually. “They’ve always been the prissy sort, not exactly my cup of tea.”
Color him intrigued.
The metal hand rises to catch it as it’s thrown to him, the metal plates in his arm shifting and clicking with quiet whirs as he inspects it. And then he’s tossing it back to her. “They were a big family. Didn’t live too far away from here, actually. I used to walk by their block on the way home most nights.” He says with a nostalgic smile, waiting for the discus to be thrown back toward him to catch it. “I wouldn’t exactly call it a party, but to watch the Theskyra women debate on the end of the block was one of the best types of entertainment we came across back then.” He hums a soft laugh, a shake of his head.
He remembered being a boy and standing on the corner of the road just watching and listening.
“And from what I knew of them and what I’ve heard of you, you seem like you’re a chip off the block.” He doesn’t know if it soothes her any, but he wants to try anyway.
Dark brows raise at the mention of being unable to go to Stormbreak now, and the smirk that flickers across his face is both amusement and a sneer. “Yeah, I’ve been to Stormbreak. It was before I ascended, we used to go occasionally to get new clothes and things.” He shrugs casually. “They’ve always been the prissy sort, not exactly my cup of tea.”
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