10-23-2018, 05:57 AM
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Another voice rose, familiar within comparison to the other two, familial ties as of yet undiscovered. Gentle curve of smile touched cracked lips and he offered a croaking sound, throat burning faintly. There was not a great deal of age difference between them and yet it seemed more so for how the two acted, clear as golden eyes found a hint of confusion. The way Oni spoke, words that bore sharp edge yet almost softened with something, reluctant familiarity almost, something tying them together, drawing his eyes back. Words lingered in the forefront of Har's mind, inquiry slowly drawing together until it is broken apart.
“Have you not seen ghosts before?” Innocent question, tilt to coal toned head as it turns once more. Towards the next is it offered though there is little hope to break contact with others, his own mind seeking each, tentative line made to permit easy communication. There was no back and forth, information shared freely, simply a one way street. Never was there a doubt Atlas had experienced such before, slight intrusion as another formed the shallow bond to permit the passage of thoughts.
Another voice rose, familiar within comparison to the other two, familial ties as of yet undiscovered. Gentle curve of smile touched cracked lips and he offered a croaking sound, throat burning faintly. There was not a great deal of age difference between them and yet it seemed more so for how the two acted, clear as golden eyes found a hint of confusion. The way Oni spoke, words that bore sharp edge yet almost softened with something, reluctant familiarity almost, something tying them together, drawing his eyes back. Words lingered in the forefront of Har's mind, inquiry slowly drawing together until it is broken apart.
“Have you not seen ghosts before?” Innocent question, tilt to coal toned head as it turns once more. Towards the next is it offered though there is little hope to break contact with others, his own mind seeking each, tentative line made to permit easy communication. There was no back and forth, information shared freely, simply a one way street. Never was there a doubt Atlas had experienced such before, slight intrusion as another formed the shallow bond to permit the passage of thoughts.