07-15-2018, 10:57 PM
WHAT IS LEFT WHEN THE WAR IS OVER —
atreus 'art' averim — lion cub — ascended observer — reincarnation
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To speak of oneself, be it mere facts or the more interesting details which might come to captivate the mind of those who cared to listen, had never seemed worthwhile, a waste of breath if anything. But then what of them, what made them tick, those things they had not buried or found lost in the wash of memory wiped away in their return? It was a question which had come to plague their mind for much of their short time here, running about as though it were a dog chasing it's tail with no hope of catching it but determined all the same. They had largely given up on such a trivial manner, each answer they had uncovered never quite fitting in the jagged holes left them, thinking nothing of who they were, simply who they were to become given time.
Choosing to spend much of their time about their garden tending to the various fruits and vegetables the call tearing them from the reverie they had been caught within, their head swivelling around when they came to recognise the voice. One of the few faces they had come to commit to memory, for she seemed to be about more than any other and proved a kind person, enough so Art found themself draw to her in a way, they grew curious as Margaery continued to speak. There was little of who they were now they might speak of, mere facts gone and left with little more than a husk, but something compelled them to raise, deliberately slow steps bringing them closer.
Atreus recognised few present besides Margaery and Bastille, those two simply because of their positions and the constant run-ins they seemed to have with the former, their attention shifting between each present as they spoke. Carefully they stored away names and faces, knowing all too well it was unlikely they were to remember any but at very least they could try to do so and hopefully avoid an awkward situation.
A displeased hum rose from the depths of their throat as a scowl formed upon their lips, the way Jerseyboy handled himself clearly displeasing the young lion. Choosing to ignore the blatant disrespect and rather disgusting display they turned to the plate of pastries themself, curious about them. Never one to have a sweet tooth and largely confined to basic foods they picked out they looked upon the amassed treats yet chose not to take one, speaking once all had fallen silent.
“My name... is Art,” for a time they hesitated, wondering if they should introduce themself using their full name and ended up deciding against it, the tale behind it was rather grisly and they had no wish to be question on it though it did not concern them in anyway. “I uh speak Old Norse and Germany pretty well, know some Latin,” once more they proved unsure upon the dead language, knowing few, if any, would know it now, continuing on quickly. “Got a garden I tend to cause I can't really eat meat, pretty good with a sword an axe, I know... a good bit about the Vikings and history.”
Since Grimm was ninja'd, a softer voice - too young and innocent, they shouldn't intervene – drew their attention and they looked upon Alexander with a soft gaze, humming softly beneath their breath. Picking a cookie from the pile they stepped closer to him and held out the treat, smiling at him. “I like rocks, too.”
[ hey there i'm grimm, been writing for about ten years now and it has been a big thing for me for a good while now, i enjoy cooking a ton with hopes of opening a restaurant of my own one day, really i ain't that interesting ]
Choosing to spend much of their time about their garden tending to the various fruits and vegetables the call tearing them from the reverie they had been caught within, their head swivelling around when they came to recognise the voice. One of the few faces they had come to commit to memory, for she seemed to be about more than any other and proved a kind person, enough so Art found themself draw to her in a way, they grew curious as Margaery continued to speak. There was little of who they were now they might speak of, mere facts gone and left with little more than a husk, but something compelled them to raise, deliberately slow steps bringing them closer.
Atreus recognised few present besides Margaery and Bastille, those two simply because of their positions and the constant run-ins they seemed to have with the former, their attention shifting between each present as they spoke. Carefully they stored away names and faces, knowing all too well it was unlikely they were to remember any but at very least they could try to do so and hopefully avoid an awkward situation.
A displeased hum rose from the depths of their throat as a scowl formed upon their lips, the way Jerseyboy handled himself clearly displeasing the young lion. Choosing to ignore the blatant disrespect and rather disgusting display they turned to the plate of pastries themself, curious about them. Never one to have a sweet tooth and largely confined to basic foods they picked out they looked upon the amassed treats yet chose not to take one, speaking once all had fallen silent.
“My name... is Art,” for a time they hesitated, wondering if they should introduce themself using their full name and ended up deciding against it, the tale behind it was rather grisly and they had no wish to be question on it though it did not concern them in anyway. “I uh speak Old Norse and Germany pretty well, know some Latin,” once more they proved unsure upon the dead language, knowing few, if any, would know it now, continuing on quickly. “Got a garden I tend to cause I can't really eat meat, pretty good with a sword an axe, I know... a good bit about the Vikings and history.”
Since Grimm was ninja'd, a softer voice - too young and innocent, they shouldn't intervene – drew their attention and they looked upon Alexander with a soft gaze, humming softly beneath their breath. Picking a cookie from the pile they stepped closer to him and held out the treat, smiling at him. “I like rocks, too.”
[ hey there i'm grimm, been writing for about ten years now and it has been a big thing for me for a good while now, i enjoy cooking a ton with hopes of opening a restaurant of my own one day, really i ain't that interesting ]
— AND ALL I KNOW IS BLOOD & STEEL