01-09-2020, 06:30 PM
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▼ I'M NUCLEAR, I'M WILD ▼
He wasn't any more successful in his own endeavors.
During his time alone, he hadn't gained anything but a few scars and the knowledge that, yes, the loner lands fucking sucked. They were full of unfriendly rogues and feral creatures. He wasn't sure why there were some animals with no consciousness while most of them were able to talk and think, but he wasn't about to go out of his way to find out why, either. Anyway, he hadn't gained any riches or new possessions, which was all he really wanted.
But he had done a lot of thinking. Surprising, considering the kind of guy he was. Had he come to terms with the fact that he had no true ambitions in this world and he was just trying to come up with something to fill that hole? That, no matter how much wealth he accumulated, how many women and servants he had, he wouldn't be truly happy? No, of course not. He couldn't become a better man when he had no one but the sun and the moon as his companion. It would take someone to help him, to make him see what really mattered.
Rather, he had come to accept that he was in love. It had been a shock to him when he first felt it, a flutter of butterflies in his stomach, a heat in his face. He didn't want any of it. She was supposed to be a one-night stand, nothing more, just like the rest of them. But then they crossed paths again, something he should have expected since they were in the same group, and he discovered that she was actually a pretty cool chick. When that croc wasn't following her around and hissing at him all the time, anyway.
But, no matter how much he embraced his feelings rather than pushing them away, Greed couldn't figure out what he wanted to do with them. Should he try and make them work? Was he brave enough to be vulnerable, to allow himself to get close to something he could lose? He had lost many things in the past, and while a lot of them didn't matter to him, not deeply, Roxanne was like a goddess that put the stars in the sky. She kept his world turning and he didn't have the slightest idea how much she meant until he came back, saw her face, and fell for her all over again.
The first thing that comes to his mind when he sees her is a memory, when they had sat on the beach and talked openly, her confessing that she was into him and him, of course, turning her down. Just friends. But friends didn't look at each other the way they did, didn't get jealous like them when someone talked or slightly touched the other person. No other guy could talk and flirt with her, else his blood boil so hot he started to melt. What a hypocrite.
"Hey." Greed says, lightly, as he approaches her, the usual smirk on his face. But it doesn't reach his eyes behind his glasses. "You look awful thoughtful, Rox. What's on yer mind?" he doesn't expect her to be willing to share, of course. It had been a while and he would understand if they had drifted apart. But dammit all if she didn't look as pretty as the first day he saw her.
During his time alone, he hadn't gained anything but a few scars and the knowledge that, yes, the loner lands fucking sucked. They were full of unfriendly rogues and feral creatures. He wasn't sure why there were some animals with no consciousness while most of them were able to talk and think, but he wasn't about to go out of his way to find out why, either. Anyway, he hadn't gained any riches or new possessions, which was all he really wanted.
But he had done a lot of thinking. Surprising, considering the kind of guy he was. Had he come to terms with the fact that he had no true ambitions in this world and he was just trying to come up with something to fill that hole? That, no matter how much wealth he accumulated, how many women and servants he had, he wouldn't be truly happy? No, of course not. He couldn't become a better man when he had no one but the sun and the moon as his companion. It would take someone to help him, to make him see what really mattered.
Rather, he had come to accept that he was in love. It had been a shock to him when he first felt it, a flutter of butterflies in his stomach, a heat in his face. He didn't want any of it. She was supposed to be a one-night stand, nothing more, just like the rest of them. But then they crossed paths again, something he should have expected since they were in the same group, and he discovered that she was actually a pretty cool chick. When that croc wasn't following her around and hissing at him all the time, anyway.
But, no matter how much he embraced his feelings rather than pushing them away, Greed couldn't figure out what he wanted to do with them. Should he try and make them work? Was he brave enough to be vulnerable, to allow himself to get close to something he could lose? He had lost many things in the past, and while a lot of them didn't matter to him, not deeply, Roxanne was like a goddess that put the stars in the sky. She kept his world turning and he didn't have the slightest idea how much she meant until he came back, saw her face, and fell for her all over again.
The first thing that comes to his mind when he sees her is a memory, when they had sat on the beach and talked openly, her confessing that she was into him and him, of course, turning her down. Just friends. But friends didn't look at each other the way they did, didn't get jealous like them when someone talked or slightly touched the other person. No other guy could talk and flirt with her, else his blood boil so hot he started to melt. What a hypocrite.
"Hey." Greed says, lightly, as he approaches her, the usual smirk on his face. But it doesn't reach his eyes behind his glasses. "You look awful thoughtful, Rox. What's on yer mind?" he doesn't expect her to be willing to share, of course. It had been a while and he would understand if they had drifted apart. But dammit all if she didn't look as pretty as the first day he saw her.