Right from the frying pan

Bae-Syl · 07-26-2022, 08:26 AM

Our lives are made in these small hours

He watched the woman try to take comfort from the winged man the same way he offered comfort to Luce, but for him that's where the similarities stopped. Neither him or luce needed the comfort because of some demon that held onto their mind. No Bae was well in control of his demons.

Luce was shocked he could tell, and the other man seemed just as shocked. He chuckled at Lucy's outburst, "No, I'm no healer. My mother was a herbalist and treated my aunt daily for this sort of thing. She made sure I knew those two and what they looked like.... for reasons I'd rather not think about." He didn't really want to tell Luce that his mother expected him to one day need them and to become the monster he knew his cousins to be. Though their demons seemed different from his aunt's.

He was more of a warrior than a healer, and a hunter when he needed. He'd kept the two of them alive as far as he was concerned with those skills.

When the smaller man began telling the story of Lucy's mother he made sure to be quiet and let him finish. It explained alot, but his ears perked at the fact that Lucy's namesake was involved. But he was certain to say he would tell Lucy later, he would make sure it happened. When he finished and turned to Bae, Bae dipped his head in a nod. "The question isn't whether I can stand her, I dont hold grudges like that over these little things. The decision lies with her," he nodded towards Lucy's mother. "I won't stay if she gets triggered by me every time. It wouldn't be good for either of us or Lucy's well being." He was honest. They both had to know the gravity of the situation, that Bells as he heard her called would be the deciding factor. Though he was certain Lucy would be more than ready to stay without Bae here.

Her words caught him though. She didn't want him to leave when she had her family now? He might have to tell her eventually he guessed why he never stayed in one place long, and was always for her explorations. Right now wasn't the time though. Her nose bump was met with a gentle shove of his shoulder, playfully.

Walk, "talk", Think

These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

_{Art by Asena}

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Right from the frying pan

Beau

Bae-Syl