no one dreads a family reunion
12-29-2020, 09:41 PM
He stood there so ready for the worst that he missed Poem's relaxed demeanor. It was the one thing that would have poked a hole in his belief and he was too focused on the tragedy to see it. ”No, not yet. That’s kind of why I came though.” And just like that the pressure was off and he could breathe again. Well, for a second anyway before Poem's second statement registered and he was left wondering if Rhythm was dying and his niece had come to bring him to her deathbed. Tyrian had just a beat to think that before her sweet, innocent smile finally caught his notice and then he was left a little confused but cautiously hopeful. Perhaps he needed to stop guessing and simply let her speak.
Oh. Oh. That was...a dangerous idea. Tyrian pursed his lips and studied Poem for a second. He didn't know much about her part of the family but from what little he'd seen of Theory's attempt at authority he wasn't optimistic any of those Destruction-y types would stand up well to the brash and mouthy Imperialis. He could see the gathering devolving into mean laughter and tender-hearted tears as the softer types chummed the water with their hurt feelings over some rude but ultimately harmless-by-Imperialis-standards jab. The sharks, naturally, would come in for a bite. And that more than anything else was not what he wished for Rhythm's last days.
Tyrian's gaze fell to the earth as he debated what to say. They then rolled heavenward in frustration as he let out a sigh. "Poem..." What did he say? "When everything inevitably goes to shit because my people don't play nice, what then? Will we have ruined Rhythm's last days? Surely you can see why I'm hesitant."
Oh. Oh. That was...a dangerous idea. Tyrian pursed his lips and studied Poem for a second. He didn't know much about her part of the family but from what little he'd seen of Theory's attempt at authority he wasn't optimistic any of those Destruction-y types would stand up well to the brash and mouthy Imperialis. He could see the gathering devolving into mean laughter and tender-hearted tears as the softer types chummed the water with their hurt feelings over some rude but ultimately harmless-by-Imperialis-standards jab. The sharks, naturally, would come in for a bite. And that more than anything else was not what he wished for Rhythm's last days.
Tyrian's gaze fell to the earth as he debated what to say. They then rolled heavenward in frustration as he let out a sigh. "Poem..." What did he say? "When everything inevitably goes to shit because my people don't play nice, what then? Will we have ruined Rhythm's last days? Surely you can see why I'm hesitant."
