08-05-2018, 05:48 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]She was painfully correct in assuming that his smiles were only half genuine, the other simply a lie to keep himself and others from peering too deep past the surface. Most took it at face value, assumed Des to be an easy going individual who was sometimes too nice for his own good... it was a good thing she didn't point it out, didn't question the grin plastered onto his face, and because she didn't... it remained, even as the words fell flat from her lips and carried an emptiness in them that he was painfully aware of on a personal level.
Her response is curt and to the point, and Des waits expectantly, certain that she would speak of her own accord what that business was. He was correct in assuming such, for her next words pertain to her joining, and politely refraining from pointing out her rather... brisk way of speaking, Des nods. His attention is briefly stolen by Kazumi, if only to quirk a brow in his direction with a wider grin, but his expression softens when returning to Mingan, gentle in every sense of the meaning to give her a sense of... welcoming? Perhaps that wasn't the right word, he figured that he meant a wide combination of things in reality. A sense of welcoming, a gentle reminder that the world wasn't going to hurt her at that moment in time even if it already had before. A sense of safety, a promise that he wouldn't pry and would take her with all her burdens in step.
"Pleased to meet you, Mingan. You can call me Des... and this is the Typhoon, something I'm sure you're aware of. You're free to come in, now, if you want to. You don't seem like the talkative type so... there's not much else I can tell you but welcome home," it was as good of a home as any, at least for the given moment, and he hoped the word would give her some sort of refuge.
Her response is curt and to the point, and Des waits expectantly, certain that she would speak of her own accord what that business was. He was correct in assuming such, for her next words pertain to her joining, and politely refraining from pointing out her rather... brisk way of speaking, Des nods. His attention is briefly stolen by Kazumi, if only to quirk a brow in his direction with a wider grin, but his expression softens when returning to Mingan, gentle in every sense of the meaning to give her a sense of... welcoming? Perhaps that wasn't the right word, he figured that he meant a wide combination of things in reality. A sense of welcoming, a gentle reminder that the world wasn't going to hurt her at that moment in time even if it already had before. A sense of safety, a promise that he wouldn't pry and would take her with all her burdens in step.
"Pleased to meet you, Mingan. You can call me Des... and this is the Typhoon, something I'm sure you're aware of. You're free to come in, now, if you want to. You don't seem like the talkative type so... there's not much else I can tell you but welcome home," it was as good of a home as any, at least for the given moment, and he hoped the word would give her some sort of refuge.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden