12-11-2018, 01:13 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Orpheus, well — he's not hard to please. With people and with places, it doesn't take too much for him to see the good. Even after a lifetime of bad, he'll get his stomach all knotted up over the way someone smiles or his attention narrowed down to just the color of the sky in the middle of the night. From the broadest and narrowest perspectives, he's easy. But that doesn't mean he doesn't know what it's like to want to walk away from people. A social nature didn't mean that sometimes things didn't hurt, that seeing people happy where he couldn't be wouldn't cut him to the bone. Those — they're personal issues, nothing more. Not relevant to this, but in the end he simply means that he understands the urge. And that he's sure not going to make it easy for anyone else to act on it. Loneliness shouldn't be something that anyone wanted.
The smaller lion isn't quite subtle in his approach, though it's more controlled and much slower than normal. "He needs a hug, not water." Orpheus watches him with wide, curious eyes that linger on the scars and his mottled pelt, and after a moment his gaze snap back to his and he smiles. "It's so nice to meet someone else who can see the best in the world around them." Though the words should be dry or accompanied by a roll of his eyes, they're warm and genuine aside from a childish glimmer to give him away. Besides, Ambroise seems smart enough to get it anyway. He knows who he is, maybe a little too well. There has to be some room for growth, right?
But back on topic: that glimmer dies a little quickly because he's listening, and — "You might what?" Wandering through the world, he'd seen all sorts of creatures and heard all sorts of speeches, a million different ways to say the same thing, but something about that particular phrasing makes his stomach drop and then flutter back up to his throat. Although he doesn't laugh again, the sound still might just ring from his throat with the way that he looks at him and tries to hide a smile, one that softens quickly. "Maybe save the trade-offs until after you've gotten a nap, porcupine."
The smaller lion isn't quite subtle in his approach, though it's more controlled and much slower than normal. "He needs a hug, not water." Orpheus watches him with wide, curious eyes that linger on the scars and his mottled pelt, and after a moment his gaze snap back to his and he smiles. "It's so nice to meet someone else who can see the best in the world around them." Though the words should be dry or accompanied by a roll of his eyes, they're warm and genuine aside from a childish glimmer to give him away. Besides, Ambroise seems smart enough to get it anyway. He knows who he is, maybe a little too well. There has to be some room for growth, right?
But back on topic: that glimmer dies a little quickly because he's listening, and — "You might what?" Wandering through the world, he'd seen all sorts of creatures and heard all sorts of speeches, a million different ways to say the same thing, but something about that particular phrasing makes his stomach drop and then flutter back up to his throat. Although he doesn't laugh again, the sound still might just ring from his throat with the way that he looks at him and tries to hide a smile, one that softens quickly. "Maybe save the trade-offs until after you've gotten a nap, porcupine."
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;"]｢ ❝ it turns out fine, and i fight to keep them all away ❞ | [color=black]biography – [color=black]tags ｣