07-28-2018, 07:43 AM
it is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness
Rosemary had given them a rather interesting task, one which had circled their thoughts for some time now. She had been correct in her thought Aita was a sponge where knowledge was concerned, with little present for them to fill their days they had turned to learning any task they were permitted to, expanding minimal horizons. But this was one they had yet to branch into, their grasp on the basic english they currently had showing as such.
Their tail swept through the sand behind them, gaze set fixedly upon the ocean. Much of their days had come to start and end in the Barnacle Bay, not all that surprising as they had chosen one of the hammocks to act as a temporary home when the nights were clear, and it left them with a sense of calm. Yet it was missing upon this day, features touched with a frown and brow furrowed over their dark eyes, lips moving as they argued with themself in silence. They recalled all too clearly Rosemary's comment about questioning Pincher about teaching them something, his knowledge of languages extensive enough they would have their chance to learn with little trouble.
To be there with him, in a private space or even with others present, it was a thought oddly tinged with fear, a sense of worry creeping through their gut. It was not a response they cared to acknowledge and many times pushed aside, it was growing hard to ignore, however, entangled in the sense of love they held for the Captain, this fear morphing into something they thought akin to hate. A sigh broke through their lips and Aita finally rose, turning to wander through the Bay, hoping someone – even Pincher at this point – was around who might teach them.
They had asked for this and they wouldn't back down just because they were scared.
[member=66]PINCHER[/member]
[align=center]Their tail swept through the sand behind them, gaze set fixedly upon the ocean. Much of their days had come to start and end in the Barnacle Bay, not all that surprising as they had chosen one of the hammocks to act as a temporary home when the nights were clear, and it left them with a sense of calm. Yet it was missing upon this day, features touched with a frown and brow furrowed over their dark eyes, lips moving as they argued with themself in silence. They recalled all too clearly Rosemary's comment about questioning Pincher about teaching them something, his knowledge of languages extensive enough they would have their chance to learn with little trouble.
To be there with him, in a private space or even with others present, it was a thought oddly tinged with fear, a sense of worry creeping through their gut. It was not a response they cared to acknowledge and many times pushed aside, it was growing hard to ignore, however, entangled in the sense of love they held for the Captain, this fear morphing into something they thought akin to hate. A sigh broke through their lips and Aita finally rose, turning to wander through the Bay, hoping someone – even Pincher at this point – was around who might teach them.
They had asked for this and they wouldn't back down just because they were scared.
[member=66]PINCHER[/member]
two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings