11-13-2018, 09:45 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Language was a finicky thing when it came to the lion; he knew a whole slew of languages not because he practiced any of them, but because they all came naturally to him from birth. It was the gift of being a child of two supernatural beings who both transferred their knowledge to him not through teaching but through the fact that they simply caused him to exist. He knew everything from the more common tongues to more obscure ones, to dead ones that nobody spoke except those just like him or similar. He didn't like talking in languages that others didn't understand, though. He was already enough of an outsider without speaking Latin to creatures who barely even understood the common tongue at times. So he limited himself to it, and eventually, it seemed like he couldn't stop talking at all. The speech, just like his smiles, were simply there to hide what he wasn't saying. Des had found that the more you said, the less people thought you were hiding shit, and he had become good at doing just that. Half of what he said and how he said it was a half truth at best, and the other half was nothing more than friendly banter to try and get people to get off of his case in the nicest way possible when you were stuck between a rock and a hard place.
So he understood what Feliks said, but he couldn't even begin to try and understand the context in which it was being said. There was one golden rule that the male went by, however, and that was to not pry into people's lives if they didn't give you explicit permission to do so. It was just basic respect, and the only thing he really commanded from others. He didn't want people all up in his shit, so it was only right he'd give them the same. But the words didn't fail to pique his curiosity, an easy smile unable to mask it in his gaze as he approached, watching the short interaction between the child and Feliks before sliding closer, although far enough to not crowd into the man's space.
"Everythin' alright here?" it was a general question, perhaps just an invitation to talk regardless of what he had been talking about prior, but if he wished to talk about the problems that plagued him, Desperado was more than ready to listen. He couldn't promise he could help (he was shit at giving advice) but he could always lend an ear. Or an easy laugh. Sometimes you just had to banter the pain away, even if it was only a temporary solution.
[ that feel when you're polish and instantly love a character because it's the first representation you've seen ]
So he understood what Feliks said, but he couldn't even begin to try and understand the context in which it was being said. There was one golden rule that the male went by, however, and that was to not pry into people's lives if they didn't give you explicit permission to do so. It was just basic respect, and the only thing he really commanded from others. He didn't want people all up in his shit, so it was only right he'd give them the same. But the words didn't fail to pique his curiosity, an easy smile unable to mask it in his gaze as he approached, watching the short interaction between the child and Feliks before sliding closer, although far enough to not crowd into the man's space.
"Everythin' alright here?" it was a general question, perhaps just an invitation to talk regardless of what he had been talking about prior, but if he wished to talk about the problems that plagued him, Desperado was more than ready to listen. He couldn't promise he could help (he was shit at giving advice) but he could always lend an ear. Or an easy laugh. Sometimes you just had to banter the pain away, even if it was only a temporary solution.
[ that feel when you're polish and instantly love a character because it's the first representation you've seen ]
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