// we stood, steady as the stars in the woods, so happy-hearted
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
They watch as Wessex goes to answer their number of questions, gaze lifting to focus on her as she takes a needless breath – still one thing that Azrael hasn’t picked up on, a stillness with no real need to try and inflate artificial lungs. They haven’t needed to appear anything less than themself this entire time. They did pick up on some nervous tics, though, the wringing of their wrists and the slight way they swallow hard. “So I should stay in the Grounds, then?” They ask in a roundabout way of saying ‘am I a secret? Am I supposed to remain that way?’
As for the rest of it, with the mention of Aamu, their anxiety only grows a fraction, head dropping toward the ground as they stare at the stones beneath their feet, the way the edges of their placements random and uneven in places. They’re not sure where to begin, a part of them wanting to ask further on it, a sort of urgency overcoming them as if they’re trying to decide whether or not to try and explain the fact that they’ve never truly felt much in the way everyone explains the bite. Not just the intimacy, but the overwhelming sense.
They think of their fellow Ascended and the bites stolen and the way they seem to move on without an issue. But they think part of that is due to the change, the way they were truly fully functioning humans before.
Their aunt’s offer has them more nervous, because on one hand it sounds really nice to have that option. On the other hand? They’re terrified. And they can’t help the way they draw their knees up to their chin, wrapping a braced arm and their healthy arm around their calves as they contemplate it. They’re silent for a lot longer than they mean to as they mull it over. “It sounds really nice to be able to do that.” They admit quietly, frowning slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet though.” This comes out far quieter, though they’re sure Wessex will be able to hear it with their goddess given enhanced hearing.
As for the rest of it, with the mention of Aamu, their anxiety only grows a fraction, head dropping toward the ground as they stare at the stones beneath their feet, the way the edges of their placements random and uneven in places. They’re not sure where to begin, a part of them wanting to ask further on it, a sort of urgency overcoming them as if they’re trying to decide whether or not to try and explain the fact that they’ve never truly felt much in the way everyone explains the bite. Not just the intimacy, but the overwhelming sense.
They think of their fellow Ascended and the bites stolen and the way they seem to move on without an issue. But they think part of that is due to the change, the way they were truly fully functioning humans before.
Their aunt’s offer has them more nervous, because on one hand it sounds really nice to have that option. On the other hand? They’re terrified. And they can’t help the way they draw their knees up to their chin, wrapping a braced arm and their healthy arm around their calves as they contemplate it. They’re silent for a lot longer than they mean to as they mull it over. “It sounds really nice to be able to do that.” They admit quietly, frowning slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet though.” This comes out far quieter, though they’re sure Wessex will be able to hear it with their goddess given enhanced hearing.
Azrael
