night lurker.
10-16-2013, 07:36 PM
Was it unfair of him to be sitting, conversing with this man, when his main goal in life was to see his friend dead? To watch her blood spill out on the ground before him in a beautiful puddle? It seemed they were more than friends, since he had recognized the way Aegira had ran to him as though he were a caretaker of some sort. Perhaps they were even lovers; he had no idea, and part of him didn't care to find out, for he was beginning to tolerate Deteste. Perhaps even like him? But it had been so long since he had been civil, he was almost forgetting how to interact normally. "Don't apologize. I enjoy the break from the monotony." It was a life he had condemned himself to -- for now. He would wait, hoping desperately his sister or even his mother would rescue him. Perhaps he was strong enough to claim his own freedom, but part of him wanted to know someone cared. Anyone. But he wasn't entirely unhappy with Cataleya, though he was as lost and confused as ever. Masked perfectly by his strange display of detachment, hiding the turmoil beneath. "What purpose do you have for them?" He asked, once Deteste stated he'd sired children. It seemed strange to him, but he also had never exactly had a normal childhood with regular parents. The idea of bringing children into such an awful place was a dreadful thought. Even Cataleya was angered at her unexpected pregnancy. "I can't imagine ever wanting pups." He would be an awful father. He was certain of it. "I.. am to help raise children soon. Not my own, but my ..." He faltered, realizing he was speaking when he hadn't been asked; and why? Did part of him want another to know his misfortune and feel for him, even if he didn't care himself? It had been so long since anyone had given a second thought to his well-being. "My partner's. And I truly wonder if I am the right fit for the job." They were not partners, only in a sense ... they traveled together, but only because he was forced to. Who knew where he would be otherwise? He shifted again, never quite comfortable speaking to another. Deteste offered to leave, but Basilisk merely shrugged. "I'd rather talk to you than myself." |