stranger than earth / p

[coldblue]

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With a creak, the door opens of it's own accord. At least, that is what it seems like, especially as he slowly enters Rosemary's chambers only to find her sitting across the room. Cool. Coldblue always thought his aunt was a touch different from most. No, it was not just the four eyes which caused him to suspect she possessed more...supernatural abilities, but also the fact that whenever she is around, strange things tend to occur. Wonderful things. "Wow..." The boy cannot help but gush at the sight of his aunt's quarters. It is everything he imagined and more. Piles of books are stacked haphazardly around the room, and there is a distinct chill to the room which is different from the rest of the ship. "Oh," he says, glacial blue eyes finally observing the chess board magically constructed from ice. "That's why it's so cold. Awesome." Emboldened by his curiosity, the handsome seal lynx bengal takes his time inspecting some of the baubles decorating the room, reading the names of books, and simply enjoying the otherworldly space Rose has created for herself before joining his aunt.

His head cocks to the side as he listens, the silence dragging on for several moments following the conclusion of Rosemary's queries as he ponders his potential responses. Does he tell the truth or play it cool? Blue has never been a very honest creature unless it is regards to telling someone how much they displease him or expressing his, uh, interest. Otherwise, the young tomcat keeps his feelings under wraps; choosing to embrace an established facade for himself as opposed to expressing his true nature. Rose, however, is among the few individuals who Coldblue trusts. And maybe she scares him just enough that he is not fond of lying to her face. "It depends on what aspect of my life you're asking about," he laments finally, a troubled look marring his handsome features. Almost immediately, he feels as if a massive weight has been removed from his chest--and he has yet to even get to the main point! It's amazing what simple communication can do for a person, especially one as lonely as he. "I just feel so weak and useless. Everyone loves Goldie and my father, but I'm just...nothing. I don't matter. I want to be able to do more for our family." The forgotten son. The black sheep. "I've been wondering if...if you could teach me what you know?" Please. The latter is unspoken, but it is clear from his expression that he is earnest. Something within him tells him that the person who can help him is his aunt and no one else.