03-19-2019, 08:36 AM
— At least, this part is familiar. The ogling. Nothing ever drove his sister's into more of a rage than getting watched, getting dissected with a pitying look that only sensibility has taught to those who seek it. Those who understand it. There is no mercy in him, no hesitance, either he kills or he doesn't. There is a choice, no matter how small it is for him, and it can be easily negated by pissing him off.
But getting watched never made him angry before, if anything it only made him want to watch back. As other's make themselves known- The ghost drifting lazily around Mori and the smell of another one on the wind- Ament let's his gaze drift, keeping both within sight. He is still weary of the other one, the hidden one. Though they smell of milk and blood, Ament knew better than to trust something small and frail.
The ghost didn't show himself completely, but what he didn't show Ament could see with the right angle, a twist of his head the the glimmer of metal- Ament understood. The ghost was not like him, but he too had been tied down, broken free by his own merits or choose to keep the chains as a reminder. It made him relax slightly, a low chuff escaping him, grabbing the other's attention as he deliberately shook his head, twisting enough to gather attention to his own collar. He wanted him to see. wanted to show that they were the same- if somewhat.
Ament was a creature of simple words, he even managed to pick up sparce common tongue, but his sense if nothing is small, more so now because if the static that laced it. Mental coercion leaving it's marks in the way Ament flinched at the others words. The way the sparce vocabulary Ament knew was more known to understand. Even if he heard it, comprehending them beyond the static was a struggle.
He was told he wanted to stay, wanted to be known. Mori - remeber. The name he choose was the right one for his older brother. And he feels the rest- the last of his tension melt at the words, the confirmation. Still.
"not little." aments words are stern, he cast a glance towards Beck, the general direction of the hidden one. No, hes grown he is bigger than he was before. Older, mother would be proud.
Mother... Sisters... Hopefully they can wait.
(Wait for Ament to find himself again first. )
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But getting watched never made him angry before, if anything it only made him want to watch back. As other's make themselves known- The ghost drifting lazily around Mori and the smell of another one on the wind- Ament let's his gaze drift, keeping both within sight. He is still weary of the other one, the hidden one. Though they smell of milk and blood, Ament knew better than to trust something small and frail.
The ghost didn't show himself completely, but what he didn't show Ament could see with the right angle, a twist of his head the the glimmer of metal- Ament understood. The ghost was not like him, but he too had been tied down, broken free by his own merits or choose to keep the chains as a reminder. It made him relax slightly, a low chuff escaping him, grabbing the other's attention as he deliberately shook his head, twisting enough to gather attention to his own collar. He wanted him to see. wanted to show that they were the same- if somewhat.
Ament was a creature of simple words, he even managed to pick up sparce common tongue, but his sense if nothing is small, more so now because if the static that laced it. Mental coercion leaving it's marks in the way Ament flinched at the others words. The way the sparce vocabulary Ament knew was more known to understand. Even if he heard it, comprehending them beyond the static was a struggle.
He was told he wanted to stay, wanted to be known. Mori - remeber. The name he choose was the right one for his older brother. And he feels the rest- the last of his tension melt at the words, the confirmation. Still.
"not little." aments words are stern, he cast a glance towards Beck, the general direction of the hidden one. No, hes grown he is bigger than he was before. Older, mother would be proud.
Mother... Sisters... Hopefully they can wait.
(Wait for Ament to find himself again first. )
/Mobile
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE