08-18-2018, 12:37 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]in his own upbringing, junji considered himself raised well, despite only having spent three months with his parents. in that time, though, he had learned much. his mother taught him to be kind, even when someone was cruel to him. in the beginning he questioned it. why should he be kind to someone who was insulting or wounding him? it took grace to remain kind in cruel situations, and his mother taught him to be graceful. an angel that was not such was not a very good angel. be kind, sweet, graceful, and people would treat you well. people would hold you on a pedestal and love you if you were kind enough, and though junji still wasn't sure how to act to being treated so well, he yearned for it if only to make his mother happy.
wherever she was.
the young sage smiled as he listened to luca speak, leaning to spit the poultice on the hellhound's wound. he smoothed it with a paw and moved to inspect the next cut, repeating his process. he paid quiet attention to the other's words, ears twitching occasionally as he spoke, storing the information somewhere in his mind for safekeeping. a soft 'hmm' escaped him at the mention of a church, one that was not so good, as luca described. it was a shame, a tragedy to grow up in such places, and though he did not know the extent of "wasn't a very good one," he could guess at what awful things had occurred. soft blue eyes glanced up to the other's face with a hint of concern, before he returned to his work.
junji let out a puff of laughter at his last statement. "i'm afraid i'm much less interesting," he purred in amusement. "suppose i might as well, though." he fell silent for a few moments as he chewed another stem of goldenrod, tail waving lightly over the sand as he thought of what to say.
"i grew up alone," he began lightly, patting the poultice into another cut. "my parents raised me on a beach, not too different from this place. father was around at times, but he had duties as an archangel, so i didn't see much of him. just me and mother alone, most of the time." the angel settled his gaze on the other wounds marring luca's body, deciding on which to do first. perhaps he should have brought more herbs, even though he had quite a lot stuffed into his little bag. he hummed softly, silently opting to move on from the subject of his parents. "i love storms, actually. the feeling of rain on my fur and the rumbling thunder... it makes me feel alive. i don't have many hobbies aside from learning herbs and reading." junji murmured.
he stepped back after fixing up a few more cuts, turning to look up at luca again. he offered a sweet smile. "all done, i think." the boy settled back into the sand with that, briefly casting his gaze to the ocean. "ah... i've been in the typhoon since i was about 3 months old. haven't been anywhere else. it's lovely here," he cooed and returned his attention to the hellhound. "isn't it?"
wherever she was.
the young sage smiled as he listened to luca speak, leaning to spit the poultice on the hellhound's wound. he smoothed it with a paw and moved to inspect the next cut, repeating his process. he paid quiet attention to the other's words, ears twitching occasionally as he spoke, storing the information somewhere in his mind for safekeeping. a soft 'hmm' escaped him at the mention of a church, one that was not so good, as luca described. it was a shame, a tragedy to grow up in such places, and though he did not know the extent of "wasn't a very good one," he could guess at what awful things had occurred. soft blue eyes glanced up to the other's face with a hint of concern, before he returned to his work.
junji let out a puff of laughter at his last statement. "i'm afraid i'm much less interesting," he purred in amusement. "suppose i might as well, though." he fell silent for a few moments as he chewed another stem of goldenrod, tail waving lightly over the sand as he thought of what to say.
"i grew up alone," he began lightly, patting the poultice into another cut. "my parents raised me on a beach, not too different from this place. father was around at times, but he had duties as an archangel, so i didn't see much of him. just me and mother alone, most of the time." the angel settled his gaze on the other wounds marring luca's body, deciding on which to do first. perhaps he should have brought more herbs, even though he had quite a lot stuffed into his little bag. he hummed softly, silently opting to move on from the subject of his parents. "i love storms, actually. the feeling of rain on my fur and the rumbling thunder... it makes me feel alive. i don't have many hobbies aside from learning herbs and reading." junji murmured.
he stepped back after fixing up a few more cuts, turning to look up at luca again. he offered a sweet smile. "all done, i think." the boy settled back into the sand with that, briefly casting his gaze to the ocean. "ah... i've been in the typhoon since i was about 3 months old. haven't been anywhere else. it's lovely here," he cooed and returned his attention to the hellhound. "isn't it?"
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