08-02-2018, 07:40 AM
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Though it was but an unofficial title it seemed the two matched all too well to not be deemed twins, in the matter of their rather interesting habits or the disaster which seemed to doggedly follow their steps, different from one another yet seemingly drawn closer for that.
Little love for the snake was present within the child and for a time they wondered at what might transpire if they dared to loosen their arrow upon it, its life ended beneath the steel tip, yet their fingers loosened only slightly before they allowed the bow to fall, slowly releasing the tension upon the string. They knew all too well of the love Cleo felt for each of her snakes, no mere pets in her eyes but companions, an extension of her family which they begrudgingly accepted for seeing her happy was enough. It took a good bit to keep their face from contorting into a look of disgust as they watched the snake eat the dead rats, though it would be a lie to say they were not somewhat interested as well, curious as to why it was she swallowed each whole.
Attention shifting from the feasting snake the smile which curled their lips was light and filled with a genuine warmth – they had no care to admit the love they felt each time they were within Cleo's presence, gentle and soft compared to the harsher edges offered to the others of their family. All the same it was clear in the dark eyes Jay turned to her, their own laugh breaking through, a rare thing for it held no edge of bitterness or malicious mirth, rather it was genuine and childish, a giggle.
“If only, think I'm doin a pretty good job,” light-hearted was their the tone they used though they shifted back a small bit as Cleo leaned into their space, gaze shifting to the snake coiled about her arm once more, uneasy with it being so close. “No un, just been practicin on me own, not too 'ard ta pick up.” They rolled their shoulders in a shrug, forgoing speaking of the various attempts which had lead to them almost hitting others, as well as hours of them growing frustrated as they attempted to notch a single arrow. “Course, jus' don't go shootin me in da foot or nutin.”
Sheepish was the grin Jay turned towards Vandal, a familiar face yet one still a stranger to them in many ways though they were family, reaching up to scratch at the back of their head in embarrassment. They had made no big deal of moving into the tavern for a time as they sought a place of their own, the submarine was crowded with so many present and they had grown uncomfortable with the arrangement, speaking nothing of their feelings towards the captain.
“I uh... been sleepin 'ere, too full in the sub,” they spoke somewhat matter-of-factly, wanting this line of conversation to end as quickly as possible. It was Vandal's next words a light entered those dark eyes, quickly rising to her with no hint of hesitation, the words tumbling forth rather quickly. “Outpost? Can I come wit ya? Oh... found it?” Tacking on the answer at the end they hoped the other would look kindly upon them, curiosity about the trading outpost growing within them, already their imagination conjuring an image of what they hoped to find there.
Little love for the snake was present within the child and for a time they wondered at what might transpire if they dared to loosen their arrow upon it, its life ended beneath the steel tip, yet their fingers loosened only slightly before they allowed the bow to fall, slowly releasing the tension upon the string. They knew all too well of the love Cleo felt for each of her snakes, no mere pets in her eyes but companions, an extension of her family which they begrudgingly accepted for seeing her happy was enough. It took a good bit to keep their face from contorting into a look of disgust as they watched the snake eat the dead rats, though it would be a lie to say they were not somewhat interested as well, curious as to why it was she swallowed each whole.
Attention shifting from the feasting snake the smile which curled their lips was light and filled with a genuine warmth – they had no care to admit the love they felt each time they were within Cleo's presence, gentle and soft compared to the harsher edges offered to the others of their family. All the same it was clear in the dark eyes Jay turned to her, their own laugh breaking through, a rare thing for it held no edge of bitterness or malicious mirth, rather it was genuine and childish, a giggle.
“If only, think I'm doin a pretty good job,” light-hearted was their the tone they used though they shifted back a small bit as Cleo leaned into their space, gaze shifting to the snake coiled about her arm once more, uneasy with it being so close. “No un, just been practicin on me own, not too 'ard ta pick up.” They rolled their shoulders in a shrug, forgoing speaking of the various attempts which had lead to them almost hitting others, as well as hours of them growing frustrated as they attempted to notch a single arrow. “Course, jus' don't go shootin me in da foot or nutin.”
Sheepish was the grin Jay turned towards Vandal, a familiar face yet one still a stranger to them in many ways though they were family, reaching up to scratch at the back of their head in embarrassment. They had made no big deal of moving into the tavern for a time as they sought a place of their own, the submarine was crowded with so many present and they had grown uncomfortable with the arrangement, speaking nothing of their feelings towards the captain.
“I uh... been sleepin 'ere, too full in the sub,” they spoke somewhat matter-of-factly, wanting this line of conversation to end as quickly as possible. It was Vandal's next words a light entered those dark eyes, quickly rising to her with no hint of hesitation, the words tumbling forth rather quickly. “Outpost? Can I come wit ya? Oh... found it?” Tacking on the answer at the end they hoped the other would look kindly upon them, curiosity about the trading outpost growing within them, already their imagination conjuring an image of what they hoped to find there.
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