Tripping

Starling would look at her with joyful surprise when she so happily announced that she knew more languages than the two they spoke to each other with. His smile couldn't be any bigger as he looked so brightly at her. This was weird, strange even. He had never felt this happy meeting a stranger before. Even Cathaoir has been met with Starling's usual quiet anxiety and nervous, and he and Lillie had growled at each other when they met. But..had they ever stopped growling at each other? That first moment had certainly set the standard for their friendship. But this, this was easy and freeing. It was like they were kindered spirits and they had been destined to meet. Never had he really thought of destiny or what it meant but it certainly felt like they were supposed to meet. "I-I only know Italian, but I-it's my easier language." He said softly, his nose scrunching slightly as if his tongue just refused to stutter. Not that he was complaining! He just couldn't understand it. "I...I'm n-not...really stuttering.." He said softly, one brow risen in his confusion before the soft jingle had cleared his mind again and he stared up at her. It was the bells! He stared at the little bangles on her paws intently. "I'd like to...l-learn more...though." He said absently. And then she said his thoughts, and he stared back up at her face with surprise before he smiled wide again and quickly nodded. Yes, it was wonderful! Liberating!

Uh...he blinked at her then. Flower child? That was a weird nickname. Appropriate, but weird. "Um, okay." He said softly, nodding again. She could call him whatever, really. He'd be happy. But...well, it was a peculiar nickname wasn't it? He'd just sit where he was, chuckling as she stuck her nose in his bag and practically reeled at the scent. "It's an...a-acquired scent." He said with small grin that showed just the hint of teeth. He was happy, he was ecstatic, and soon enough it was all going to go wrong. He just knew it, it always did.

And then her bells rang again, singing a song that made those thoughts flee in a way that nothing had ever been able too. He'd lean forward to inspect her scrapes, his doctor face instantly settling in before he shook his head. "No, th-they're just scrapes. Won't scar, aren't bleeding. I-I've seen worse." His tone was smooth as he looked up to smile a playful smile at her. "We might have to cut it off though. You're entire side." He said grimely before he chuckled, to show it was a really lame excuse for a joke. He nodded gently at her scarf, smiling his little smile. It was pretty, sure, but he probably wouldn't be able to wear something like that himself. And then she'd explain her bangles and he'd look at them now, more intently since he had permission.  "Theyre r-really...calming." He said softly, searching for the word that could bear the weight of what he was feeling. Was it really that simple? A bell? Maybe...maybe it was her and the song she came with. Maybe he had finally lost his mind. Or maybe it was really that simple, and he was just looking for the complicated, for the downside to all of this. Because there was always a downside.



"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"