01-09-2020, 07:30 PM
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▼ I'M NUCLEAR, I'M WILD ▼
He was never a child himself. While Ahab has no memory of it, he is certain that he was not small, nor did he come from a mother's womb. He was created with the heart of a stone, quite literally. His kind was made from a Philosopher' Stone, an artificial human as they called them, a creation against nature that wasn't meant to exist. But here he was anyway, existing.
With his lack of experience of a childhood, he never really knew what to make of kids. A part of him envied them, maybe, a part that desired a normal life like any human had. He wished he had a normal family, people who didn't just use him for their own benefit, to do their bidding for them. He would never be a slave, never again. He had his own goals and dreams to fulfill.
He comes across the scene in the most inopportune time, just as those words left Ahab's mouth. "...Your son?" he hears and when he sees who it's directed at, his mind blanks. He hardly looks over at the actual kid, too dumbfounded to actually take a second and think about it. Then he's angry. His face flushes as he clenches his jaw, suddenly tense, uncharacteristic of him.
Greed stares holes into Roxanne. "Who's is it?" he asks in a deep tone, how he was feeling clear in the way he spoke. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn't explode just yet, not until she answered. Then he would throw a temper tantrum, Roan's presence be damned.
With his lack of experience of a childhood, he never really knew what to make of kids. A part of him envied them, maybe, a part that desired a normal life like any human had. He wished he had a normal family, people who didn't just use him for their own benefit, to do their bidding for them. He would never be a slave, never again. He had his own goals and dreams to fulfill.
He comes across the scene in the most inopportune time, just as those words left Ahab's mouth. "...Your son?" he hears and when he sees who it's directed at, his mind blanks. He hardly looks over at the actual kid, too dumbfounded to actually take a second and think about it. Then he's angry. His face flushes as he clenches his jaw, suddenly tense, uncharacteristic of him.
Greed stares holes into Roxanne. "Who's is it?" he asks in a deep tone, how he was feeling clear in the way he spoke. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn't explode just yet, not until she answered. Then he would throw a temper tantrum, Roan's presence be damned.