09-18-2018, 12:28 AM
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☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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Pierce was worried. Despite not having many friends or any real family in Sunhaven, he had grown attached to the place itself, to his position and responsibilities, and the threat that was the Typhoon - namely Owen’s utahraptors - was rather eminent. Monroe and that other Sunhavener had already gotten hurt- who was to say they wouldn’t come back and cause even more damage? They needed to do something, to ensure their place of safety and peace, to prove that, though kindly, they were still a force to be reckoned with, and clearly, words didn’t work on those people. Drawn over by Monroe’s call, Pierce halted before him, lips pressed into a thin line. He was quiet as the Helion spoke, though his amber gaze was cold, freckled features flat. Once the other finished, he cleared his throat, speaking up over the murmuring of the crowd, "Are we gonna be doing anything to actually deal with them, though, Monroe? And should we chase them off if any of them show up at the border?" They were legitimate questions, weren’t they? He thought they should be a little more defensive than Monroe was suggesting - and this was coming from the pacifist Pierce -, but he also didn’t want to endanger anyone in that process.
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Pierce was worried. Despite not having many friends or any real family in Sunhaven, he had grown attached to the place itself, to his position and responsibilities, and the threat that was the Typhoon - namely Owen’s utahraptors - was rather eminent. Monroe and that other Sunhavener had already gotten hurt- who was to say they wouldn’t come back and cause even more damage? They needed to do something, to ensure their place of safety and peace, to prove that, though kindly, they were still a force to be reckoned with, and clearly, words didn’t work on those people. Drawn over by Monroe’s call, Pierce halted before him, lips pressed into a thin line. He was quiet as the Helion spoke, though his amber gaze was cold, freckled features flat. Once the other finished, he cleared his throat, speaking up over the murmuring of the crowd, "Are we gonna be doing anything to actually deal with them, though, Monroe? And should we chase them off if any of them show up at the border?" They were legitimate questions, weren’t they? He thought they should be a little more defensive than Monroe was suggesting - and this was coming from the pacifist Pierce -, but he also didn’t want to endanger anyone in that process.
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