heart is a weapon
01-15-2017, 02:50 PM
Lark didn't remember feeling so.. awkward around anyone. Truthfully though he hadn't spent much time around anyone but his family - and then Lillianna recently - and speaking to someone new felt a bit strange to him. He felt a brief tightness in his chest as she spoke to him, his gaze lifting to meet hers. Uneventful, she said, and he found himself chuckling softly without realizing it. "Uneventful indeed," he'd agree readily, nodding his head slowly. He'd been thinking the same thing. Things were rather uneventful. Lark supposed he was more happy with that than not, but it didn't mean it didn't make things a bit monotonous at times. His gaze was curious as he studied her. "Though perhaps we ought to feel a bit less gloomy about that fact." Gently he shrugged his shoulders, his lips twitching in a faint smile. She introduced herself. Lyre. That was a pretty name, and he felt his stomach sink at the realization. "Pleasure, Lyre. I'm Lark Sartaddi-Destruction." His own name felt heavy on his tongue, and briefly he wondered if he ought to drop the name his mother had brought to the family. Why keep it if she hardly considered him her child? It surely didn't seem like she felt that way anymore. It'd been so long since he'd had any kind of contact with her. His brows furrowed slightly as he pushed those thoughts away. "What made you choose Abaven? You made a good choice." Another faint smile struggled to appear on his features. |
