11-15-2018, 12:15 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]There was a part of Desperado who loved children, although he had never considered having his own. There was something about the innocence of youth that uplifted his spirit, the smile that usually lay artificially on his maw turning a little bit more sincere and warm. Kids didn't know better, and often represented a raw, untamed yet innocent version of everyone else. They were adorable, and Des found himself drawn to protect them... but there was a part of him that couldn't. He knew his flaws, and knew just how rough of a man he had grown up to be. He wasn't particularly kind even if he tried, and was blunt to a fault when the situation called for it. Children needed to be around someone more... rounded, not a ruffian and wandered like him. He was dangerous to the small critters, paws bigs enough to crush them without even thinking of it and powers large and vast in between that could incinerate a child by accident. He was a walking, ticking bomb with no timer and where that already mixed poorly with adults, it could prove disastrous with kids.
And there was a small part of Des that feared for them. He had grown up by himself, abandoned by his parents because they didn't give a rat's ass about where he ended up in life, surviving merely because of skill and his usefulness to others. He had been used, his innocence thrown out the window when he was barely seven, and he didn't wish that onto any of them. Life was hard when you had to go through it alone, and he found himself wanting to help those who had nothing and no one else to do it for them. Orphans reminded him too much of himself, of the boy he could have been if anyone decided he was too young to continue down the path he did. He was saved too late, though. His past had happened and haunted him every night following that first one. Others didn't have to be.
That's why he approached with an almost melancholy air about him, smile soft and easy as it settled on the lost child, heterochromic gaze uncharacteristically warm. His eyes were always kind, but there was a certain sharpness to them that he never lost, spurred on both by wit, intellect, and wariness. Now that seemed tamed into something more fatherly as he urged his body to appear far less intimidating than it would appear at first. "Hey, kiddo," much like his physical appearance, Des hushed his voice into a soothing lull, deep and rumbling, closely resembling a purr. Hopefully it would calm the child. He didn't want to deal with a panicked one when he still wasn't too sure how to act around children to begin with.
And there was a small part of Des that feared for them. He had grown up by himself, abandoned by his parents because they didn't give a rat's ass about where he ended up in life, surviving merely because of skill and his usefulness to others. He had been used, his innocence thrown out the window when he was barely seven, and he didn't wish that onto any of them. Life was hard when you had to go through it alone, and he found himself wanting to help those who had nothing and no one else to do it for them. Orphans reminded him too much of himself, of the boy he could have been if anyone decided he was too young to continue down the path he did. He was saved too late, though. His past had happened and haunted him every night following that first one. Others didn't have to be.
That's why he approached with an almost melancholy air about him, smile soft and easy as it settled on the lost child, heterochromic gaze uncharacteristically warm. His eyes were always kind, but there was a certain sharpness to them that he never lost, spurred on both by wit, intellect, and wariness. Now that seemed tamed into something more fatherly as he urged his body to appear far less intimidating than it would appear at first. "Hey, kiddo," much like his physical appearance, Des hushed his voice into a soothing lull, deep and rumbling, closely resembling a purr. Hopefully it would calm the child. He didn't want to deal with a panicked one when he still wasn't too sure how to act around children to begin with.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden