Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
Hemin's attempts at closing any gaps between the two remained at a table-length. The discoveries that this man was both an Ascended and blessed by the voice were enough to have kept him distracted from his main goal, which was still the arrowhead he had almost forgotten was in his hand. The arrowhead vibrated in his hand as it clinked against the metal table, and Hemin wondered how intimately Amun could feel metal-against-metal.
"I wouldn't blame them for that. It was my choice to remain closed off. Heck, the fact that they coaxed me out to hear the Voice was a milestone in itself. You see, childhood trauma and stuff-- those kind of excuses kept me at bay from the world. But I'm trying to change that."
Amun's wink and subtle enthusiasm that waned triggered an intrigue in Hemin that transformed into a vague compassion. Had this guy gone through something recently? Maybe something traumatic? Hemin had no clue what the bottom iceberg to his problem was, but he was sure that the custom was not to pry. Then again, maybe that wasn't the custom?
"Yes! I did need help with something." Hemin leaned in closer to Amun, hand still on the metal table.
"You need to tell me what's bothering you. Like, on the inside." He said in the most serious tone he could muster. Then he let silence build up, his gaze remain focused, and a gust of wind sweep by before he changed his question.
"Just kidding! You see this arrowhead here? I happened to find it-- and the arrow it was part of-- in the prey I was stalking the other day. Someone disturbed my hunt. So, I'm investigating. You wouldn't happen to be able to figure out who crafted it for me, would you?" He dangled the arrowhead in the air in front of Amun, a goofy smile on his lips meant to diffuse tension.
"I wouldn't blame them for that. It was my choice to remain closed off. Heck, the fact that they coaxed me out to hear the Voice was a milestone in itself. You see, childhood trauma and stuff-- those kind of excuses kept me at bay from the world. But I'm trying to change that."
Amun's wink and subtle enthusiasm that waned triggered an intrigue in Hemin that transformed into a vague compassion. Had this guy gone through something recently? Maybe something traumatic? Hemin had no clue what the bottom iceberg to his problem was, but he was sure that the custom was not to pry. Then again, maybe that wasn't the custom?
"Yes! I did need help with something." Hemin leaned in closer to Amun, hand still on the metal table.
"You need to tell me what's bothering you. Like, on the inside." He said in the most serious tone he could muster. Then he let silence build up, his gaze remain focused, and a gust of wind sweep by before he changed his question.
"Just kidding! You see this arrowhead here? I happened to find it-- and the arrow it was part of-- in the prey I was stalking the other day. Someone disturbed my hunt. So, I'm investigating. You wouldn't happen to be able to figure out who crafted it for me, would you?" He dangled the arrowhead in the air in front of Amun, a goofy smile on his lips meant to diffuse tension.
I may not be there to remind you.
