( ooc: ;w; thank you!! ugh i adore frostnova... my heart bleeds for reunion found fam )
( he wouldn't have expected a single act of generosity to buy him her good will and trust — that she looks at him as if he might still end up a potential threat to her only earns her more of his respect. it would be just like a demon to try to disarm someone's suspicion before taking full advantage of it, right? while that's not necessarily his aim at this moment, he has always valued those uncanny enough to find themselves reborn into a new world, only to meet it with an appraising gaze and a level head. he can't even say he had had such presence of mind, or at least not at first.
he gives her a kind, if not somewhat thin, smile. )
Only of a sort.
( given what he had slowly come to understand of the Aions gathered in horos and the myriad disparate worlds they all came from, there were probably countless iterations of hell, each with their own climates, politics, landscapes, and rules. perhaps there is one out there for her, one that she dreamed was the perfect summation of her life: a cold tomb, locked in ice.
refreshing, how it bucked the stereotype.
ah, but how right she is. he doesn't lend voice to it, but there's something in the way that his eyelids fall heavier over his strange eyes as she speaks to the grimness of fate — yes, as a young life which had only ever found new depths to plummet into whenever rock bottom felt like it was being reached, he can understand that sentiment. so, to hell with it, he would eventually come to say. the Kenoma is an easy conclusion to come to when every opportunity for life and hope given to you ends up withering to ash as soon as you hold it in your hands. )
No, miss, but I've been traveling, and some of the places I've been going are quite cold indeed. ( not the shrine of the martyr, sunken in its desolate crater, but the shrine of the visionary and the sovereign, where the air could get thin, could be quite brisk even despite the season. )
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( he wouldn't have expected a single act of generosity to buy him her good will and trust — that she looks at him as if he might still end up a potential threat to her only earns her more of his respect. it would be just like a demon to try to disarm someone's suspicion before taking full advantage of it, right? while that's not necessarily his aim at this moment, he has always valued those uncanny enough to find themselves reborn into a new world, only to meet it with an appraising gaze and a level head. he can't even say he had had such presence of mind, or at least not at first.
he gives her a kind, if not somewhat thin, smile. )
Only of a sort.
( given what he had slowly come to understand of the Aions gathered in horos and the myriad disparate worlds they all came from, there were probably countless iterations of hell, each with their own climates, politics, landscapes, and rules. perhaps there is one out there for her, one that she dreamed was the perfect summation of her life: a cold tomb, locked in ice.
refreshing, how it bucked the stereotype.
ah, but how right she is. he doesn't lend voice to it, but there's something in the way that his eyelids fall heavier over his strange eyes as she speaks to the grimness of fate — yes, as a young life which had only ever found new depths to plummet into whenever rock bottom felt like it was being reached, he can understand that sentiment. so, to hell with it, he would eventually come to say. the Kenoma is an easy conclusion to come to when every opportunity for life and hope given to you ends up withering to ash as soon as you hold it in your hands. )
No, miss, but I've been traveling, and some of the places I've been going are quite cold indeed. ( not the shrine of the martyr, sunken in its desolate crater, but the shrine of the visionary and the sovereign, where the air could get thin, could be quite brisk even despite the season. )
Might I ask your name?