08-22-2018, 08:01 PM
[size=9pt]The Cleric's Hide. Dem was just realizing that it was actually situated in the Observatory, and so all the time Moon had supposedly spent there, moping, while everyone was locked up, hadn't actually happened.
He was eager to get back to it. He didn't know exactly why, but it probably had something to do with the long nights he'd spent there, watching over Har, or the long days he'd spent there, the scent of Peri's flowers overpowering even the strongest herbs. It probably had something to do with the fact that he'd never really had a home, and so, at even the slightest offer of one, he'd latched on, never to let go. Being away from the Hide while in the Typhoon, being away from it when there was a ten foot steel door between him and the room, had been weird. It was an uncomfortable, detached feeling. He missed it.
But he didn't want to bring Imperia back in there. He knew she was on edge. He remembers the day they got locked in that room in the Underground Complex, and how she'd almost lost it when she'd realized. If it was anything close to that, he could only imagine the days she's had. Perhaps they could compete with the days he's had.
"Sorry," is the first thing he says. It feels weird in his mouth, clumsy. There's a bizarre anxiety that's finally ebbing away, but he'd be caught dead before admitting that was the reason he'd asked to leave. "Sounds dumb but, I just-- Crowds for some reason. I don't-- I mean, look at me. Not looking so good right now." He forces a small smile, glancing at her as they walk. He's not sure where they're going. Anywhere. Anything to get his paws moving, with another set in their wake. "Can't have them thinking Captain Hook took my good looks away."
It's an attempt at humor that falls dry, lacking his typical pearly grin. His muscles hurt when they work to carry him. The side of his head pulses like molten lava. The pain is as distracting as Imperia is. Silence falls for a moment, and, mostly unaware, he drifts closer. He's still worried. "How were you in there?" asks the young lion, voice soft as he casts a look her way, brow gently creased. He says the words and then he realizes it might be none of his business; she might not want to reminisce on the time in the Underground Complex. Maybe it's none of his business. "I mean. I just, you know-- Just because you don't like being trapped. Like everyone else didn't like being trapped. Not that you'd freak or anything." he pauses, frowns at his paws for a moment because he sounds like a fool fumbling with a lie. But he's already in deep; might as well keep going. "I came to the door when I got back. I could hear everyone in there-- V, Hazel. We were talking. You weren't there."
He was eager to get back to it. He didn't know exactly why, but it probably had something to do with the long nights he'd spent there, watching over Har, or the long days he'd spent there, the scent of Peri's flowers overpowering even the strongest herbs. It probably had something to do with the fact that he'd never really had a home, and so, at even the slightest offer of one, he'd latched on, never to let go. Being away from the Hide while in the Typhoon, being away from it when there was a ten foot steel door between him and the room, had been weird. It was an uncomfortable, detached feeling. He missed it.
But he didn't want to bring Imperia back in there. He knew she was on edge. He remembers the day they got locked in that room in the Underground Complex, and how she'd almost lost it when she'd realized. If it was anything close to that, he could only imagine the days she's had. Perhaps they could compete with the days he's had.
"Sorry," is the first thing he says. It feels weird in his mouth, clumsy. There's a bizarre anxiety that's finally ebbing away, but he'd be caught dead before admitting that was the reason he'd asked to leave. "Sounds dumb but, I just-- Crowds for some reason. I don't-- I mean, look at me. Not looking so good right now." He forces a small smile, glancing at her as they walk. He's not sure where they're going. Anywhere. Anything to get his paws moving, with another set in their wake. "Can't have them thinking Captain Hook took my good looks away."
It's an attempt at humor that falls dry, lacking his typical pearly grin. His muscles hurt when they work to carry him. The side of his head pulses like molten lava. The pain is as distracting as Imperia is. Silence falls for a moment, and, mostly unaware, he drifts closer. He's still worried. "How were you in there?" asks the young lion, voice soft as he casts a look her way, brow gently creased. He says the words and then he realizes it might be none of his business; she might not want to reminisce on the time in the Underground Complex. Maybe it's none of his business. "I mean. I just, you know-- Just because you don't like being trapped. Like everyone else didn't like being trapped. Not that you'd freak or anything." he pauses, frowns at his paws for a moment because he sounds like a fool fumbling with a lie. But he's already in deep; might as well keep going. "I came to the door when I got back. I could hear everyone in there-- V, Hazel. We were talking. You weren't there."
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