10-25-2018, 11:02 PM
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the ascendants
starstruck guardian
bombay
[color=#F3F3F3]biography
[/td][td]“Coffee...” Though few seemed able to place emotion within the shared message, thought touching upon the surface of thought before it was pushed forward, expending little energy now as he grew accustomed to such a way of communication, it echoed within that single word. About the edges of it confusion clung, all the more clear as soft features scrunched up, golden eyes looking through mere slits. The child was no stranger to the small kitchen area, set near the back for though the structure was primarily brick and concrete a great many fires had ravaged it, but had grown accustomed to it being left empty. At times a mess was left for another to clean, dishes piled about the bench space and scraps of food, others another was leaving with their own food or beverage, not caring to hang about as he set to work.
Har had thought no other would be around, let alone those present. Each had been met within different situations, most upon the border as they found others milling about, imposing figures cutting an image the small Mikaelson never sought for himself. Seeing them crowded about the large frame of Titan, the mug minuscule within large paws, it was almost amusing. Moving closer he reached up to gently touch said lion's side, hoping to get his attention. “What's coffee.”
Soon after the words rose another was there, the commotion of his arrival drawing his attention. Shrinking back, tucking himself behind the other larger creatures, he peeked around towards the new comer. Another larger then he, though such proved easy, though toned within an odd hue. “Hello,” slight quirk to dark lips as he spoke, greeting offered once Anakin had given his own.
[/td][/tr][/table]Har had thought no other would be around, let alone those present. Each had been met within different situations, most upon the border as they found others milling about, imposing figures cutting an image the small Mikaelson never sought for himself. Seeing them crowded about the large frame of Titan, the mug minuscule within large paws, it was almost amusing. Moving closer he reached up to gently touch said lion's side, hoping to get his attention. “What's coffee.”
Soon after the words rose another was there, the commotion of his arrival drawing his attention. Shrinking back, tucking himself behind the other larger creatures, he peeked around towards the new comer. Another larger then he, though such proved easy, though toned within an odd hue. “Hello,” slight quirk to dark lips as he spoke, greeting offered once Anakin had given his own.