01-13-2020, 02:19 PM
He could relate, in some way, to the struggle of being alone for a very extended period of time.
Maybe it was worse when you had society taken away from you than when you never had a community to begin with, as he hadn't, but - well, he was still alone, for a year or two, driven away from groups of people because of his body. It wasn't something that left him broken and scarred, but it did damage him, even if he seemed emotionally healthy enough. Now that he was here, though? He couldn't imagine life outside of Tanglewood. Even if he hadn't really made any major friendships, outside of Roy maybe, it was still so much more interesting. The library alone made this entire experience worth it, even if he wasn't going to spend time there anymore.
The thought of his decaying visual abilities soured his mood somewhat, but not enough to make him severely angry, as he crawled through the overgrown undergrowth of the swamp. He wished it weren't so - his life, namely his dedication to science, was going to be so much harder without being able to see, and he was forced to either forsake independence in research or give it up entirely, and he couldn't see clearly which path to take. He could see, however, the inferno now in front of him - he could feel the smoke clogging up his lungs as he neared it, and could feel the heat emanating in waves from the wreckage. It hurt his eyes to stare into it, even if the sight was fuzzy, blurry, seeming so far away. It was almost like a dream, how it seemed to lure him in, inviting him to stay and sit with it for a while, let him soak in the heat.
The screams shook him out of his stupor - clearly he had spent far too much time in the cold, if the mere sight of a fire left him stunned by the sheer longing for heat. Someone was yelling for another someone named 'Audrey,' and in increasingly concerned manner, which did not bode well for that subject's health. Immediately, he moved, before he could fully process or make any decisions, deciding that the health of this screaming person was paramount, in case of burns of bruises or worse, being stuck in the house boat thing.
Thankfully, Beck was out in the open, the spider being able to pinpoint his location exactly from the shrieking whistle (which would have given him a headache, had he been closer). "Is subject okay? Any burns?" He asked, concerned, eight paling green eyes staring level at the ethereal child, as he lowered his body down, for purposes of talking.
The fire blazed behind him, and he could feel every snap of wood or other things, leaving him on edge as he waited for the structure to collapse.
Maybe it was worse when you had society taken away from you than when you never had a community to begin with, as he hadn't, but - well, he was still alone, for a year or two, driven away from groups of people because of his body. It wasn't something that left him broken and scarred, but it did damage him, even if he seemed emotionally healthy enough. Now that he was here, though? He couldn't imagine life outside of Tanglewood. Even if he hadn't really made any major friendships, outside of Roy maybe, it was still so much more interesting. The library alone made this entire experience worth it, even if he wasn't going to spend time there anymore.
The thought of his decaying visual abilities soured his mood somewhat, but not enough to make him severely angry, as he crawled through the overgrown undergrowth of the swamp. He wished it weren't so - his life, namely his dedication to science, was going to be so much harder without being able to see, and he was forced to either forsake independence in research or give it up entirely, and he couldn't see clearly which path to take. He could see, however, the inferno now in front of him - he could feel the smoke clogging up his lungs as he neared it, and could feel the heat emanating in waves from the wreckage. It hurt his eyes to stare into it, even if the sight was fuzzy, blurry, seeming so far away. It was almost like a dream, how it seemed to lure him in, inviting him to stay and sit with it for a while, let him soak in the heat.
The screams shook him out of his stupor - clearly he had spent far too much time in the cold, if the mere sight of a fire left him stunned by the sheer longing for heat. Someone was yelling for another someone named 'Audrey,' and in increasingly concerned manner, which did not bode well for that subject's health. Immediately, he moved, before he could fully process or make any decisions, deciding that the health of this screaming person was paramount, in case of burns of bruises or worse, being stuck in the house boat thing.
Thankfully, Beck was out in the open, the spider being able to pinpoint his location exactly from the shrieking whistle (which would have given him a headache, had he been closer). "Is subject okay? Any burns?" He asked, concerned, eight paling green eyes staring level at the ethereal child, as he lowered his body down, for purposes of talking.
The fire blazed behind him, and he could feel every snap of wood or other things, leaving him on edge as he waited for the structure to collapse.
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