crushing

"Hard at work healing," he seconded without a moment's thought and a small smile. That was something, right? Certainly better than her continuing to sit there with a shell-shocked look on her face. He'd take it. And her in depth answer heartened him. The Fallen God had planted a seed. Perhaps it was his job to make it grow. That seemed reasonable, did it not? His god was not the sort to do all the work and just hand His people the finished piece. It was always a process, a chance to learn or hone his skills or grow.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly at the mention of a handsome face but he suppressed the smile. Oh, he had her. "I am an open book. Whatever you want to know, it's yours." He considered how best to describe himself. "I was raised under the belief that I would someday take after my father and lead The Risen Empire. And I did for a time but it wasn't meant to be. My brother now leads and I do what I can for the pack." He was quiet as he considered his character. "I am a tinkerer, like I said, and in my spare time I enjoy making things. Problem-solving things, mostly. I like the idea of making things that make life easier in someway. And I enjoy games of strategy."

He took a deep breath and gave her a look that suggested he wasn't sure if he should continue. "I...am the oldest of five. And..." This was oddly difficult. "I am a twin. The Abraxas, my family, are named after our predecessor Abraxas, the Fallen God." Okay now he was really at a loss. His brow furrowed. "I already said I like games of strategy, didn't I?"

Pyrrhic shook his head and laughed softly. "This is hard."