Next New Age Abraxas 1:1-5
05-01-2021, 01:34 AM
Plague glanced up at Venom as she settled beside him and began to sketch out her own sigil as well and he abandoned his task for a moment to watch her. He wanted to find joy in this, he wanted to be able to enjoy this activity with his family. It was a common ground for them and had been since they were old enough to understand it. There was just too many "what ifs" and dark possibilities clouding his view of it all. He was still very careful to keep a neutral expression or perhaps a soft smile as he sat through the remainder of Toxicity's lesson, his emerald gaze shifting to look at the sigils she drew for herself and their father before looking down at the mostly incomplete circle in front of him.
He swept it away once more, drawing a fresh circle that was empty once more. He stared at it for a while longer before he finally began to sketch in something. He wasn't sure what exactly felt right, it more just felt as if he had to put something down into being just to get it off of his chest and to say that he participated. He drew the only thing that came to mind. A small point coming out of the center of the bottom of the circle, two graceful, curving lines leading away from it, up to the edge of the circle on either side. He stared at the still mostly empty circle again for a little while and realized suddenly that he had only drawn the markings that adorned Void's face - the pointed mark on the bridge of his nose and the two handsome markings that accented his stunning gaze.
Plague's ears flicked and he brushed away his would-be sigil again, abandoning the project all together. Instead he looked up to examine the ones that the pups had drawn, settling gratefully into the role of supportive uncle as he gave each of them smiles and appreciative nods instead of considering his own short comings.
