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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Some people never go more than sixty miles from the place they were born. Ivan may very well turn to be one of those people. However much he might want to venture further than the marsh, foreigners and the Typhoon's distinctive smell makes him crinkle his nose in disgust. The boy's fantastical imagination suited him well enough, but when one doesn't realize what they're missing, they can't miss it. In that way, ignorance could be considered bliss. One can only desire what one knows exists. Ivan picked up on a certain change in Beck's atmosphere, but taciturn observance could never pry into someone's inner thoughts. He didn't know what he was missing, but he figured something was. But it didn't bother him.
What did bother him was the mark of pain on Beck's shoulders and Ivan immediately shook his head for his response at being carried, even being warned that it was far. He'd rather make himself suffer on sore paws than be a burden to someone else. He elected to not speak of it, but what Beck might have been able to see was the look of sorrow in Ivan's eyes. It was the same look he gave when he watched Alice walk. Maybe some people with obstacles in life would prefer to be treated normally, but in Ivan's sharply rational mind, he just could not doubt the fact that they were different. And he was different, only in a trivial matter, because being unable to see green and red was far less of an obstacle than some physical impairment.
Ivan traveled in companionable silence. Awkwardness didn't really apply well to him. He was usually comfortably quiet, but very receptive to entertaining a discussion when it interested him. He didn't like foreigners either, which usually tugged the aggressive and vocal side out of him.
The graveyard was an interesting choice. Ivan chuckled to himself, thinking that he should have seen this coming, but for all his insistence on the supernatural not existing, his ghostly brother was here next to him, taking him to a graveyard. Ivan lifted a paw and flicked it, wringing out his sore joints. He let his toes sink into the ground for a moment as he stared. He was a good starer, often sitting for hours on end with a hyper-focused look in his green-blue eyes.
For Beck, it was quiet and nice; but this place caused a turbulence in Ivan's soul. It shook Ivan's stony heart and made him tremble with humility. He felt this way when he looked up at the sky. Soon perhaps, he would find someway to not longer feel like a lackey when looking at space or graveyards. He hoped so. "It makes me think ... bodies die, but words live on forever." He mused. And perhaps, that's how one gains immortality in the physical world. But physics here seemed to operate on different rules.
"Ah," Ivan suddenly frowned. "She's here." The two headed eagle chick, who was already growing quite quickly, more quickly than normal for birds — and birds typically grew quickly — had poked its two heads around the corner of one of the houses, molting feathers marring its fledgling appearance. It couldn't have survived this long if Ivan hadn't been taking care of it, but he was extremely reluctant about it. He was annoyed to be interrupted in this private moment with his elder brother.
"She follows me." The young black cat explained half-heartedly, like one who is embarrassed by a family member while in the company of friends. "Sorry, she has a mind of her own." His brows scrunched together. "Two minds of her own."
What did bother him was the mark of pain on Beck's shoulders and Ivan immediately shook his head for his response at being carried, even being warned that it was far. He'd rather make himself suffer on sore paws than be a burden to someone else. He elected to not speak of it, but what Beck might have been able to see was the look of sorrow in Ivan's eyes. It was the same look he gave when he watched Alice walk. Maybe some people with obstacles in life would prefer to be treated normally, but in Ivan's sharply rational mind, he just could not doubt the fact that they were different. And he was different, only in a trivial matter, because being unable to see green and red was far less of an obstacle than some physical impairment.
Ivan traveled in companionable silence. Awkwardness didn't really apply well to him. He was usually comfortably quiet, but very receptive to entertaining a discussion when it interested him. He didn't like foreigners either, which usually tugged the aggressive and vocal side out of him.
The graveyard was an interesting choice. Ivan chuckled to himself, thinking that he should have seen this coming, but for all his insistence on the supernatural not existing, his ghostly brother was here next to him, taking him to a graveyard. Ivan lifted a paw and flicked it, wringing out his sore joints. He let his toes sink into the ground for a moment as he stared. He was a good starer, often sitting for hours on end with a hyper-focused look in his green-blue eyes.
For Beck, it was quiet and nice; but this place caused a turbulence in Ivan's soul. It shook Ivan's stony heart and made him tremble with humility. He felt this way when he looked up at the sky. Soon perhaps, he would find someway to not longer feel like a lackey when looking at space or graveyards. He hoped so. "It makes me think ... bodies die, but words live on forever." He mused. And perhaps, that's how one gains immortality in the physical world. But physics here seemed to operate on different rules.
"Ah," Ivan suddenly frowned. "She's here." The two headed eagle chick, who was already growing quite quickly, more quickly than normal for birds — and birds typically grew quickly — had poked its two heads around the corner of one of the houses, molting feathers marring its fledgling appearance. It couldn't have survived this long if Ivan hadn't been taking care of it, but he was extremely reluctant about it. He was annoyed to be interrupted in this private moment with his elder brother.
"She follows me." The young black cat explained half-heartedly, like one who is embarrassed by a family member while in the company of friends. "Sorry, she has a mind of her own." His brows scrunched together. "Two minds of her own."