The wide world

The barest trace of a smile crossed the golden male's features, and was gone just as quickly. In its place, a downward curve of inky lips and brows pinched together just so. Sweeping his tail over his heels just to hear the dainty jingling of his body chain, he tipped his head a little more to one side. Waiting for something else, a cue that might tell him what soured the mood so easily. He was not left waiting long- a singular word of question dropped from Emile's maw. Why, indeed.. He elaborated in that halting, hesitant voice that held just the barest trace of anger behind it now.

Just because he was an enigmatic little shit, Pontifex lifted his narrow shoulders in a small shrug. Let his dual-hued gaze wander for a moment over the shimmering sands. "Who's to say? The whims of fate are fickle, and I have learned to find joy in God's sense of humour." he uttered blandly, flashing a long-toothed grin towards the blond male. "You are easy on the eyes, and I enjoy our little chats." And just like that silence reigned again, for a few beats. Long enough for his idle survey of the scenery to grow boring, and his twilight gaze to drift back to Emile. To sweep over the demure posture and the smooth curve of his shoulders, up to the eye that was finally fully trained upon him. He wondered where such brutal scars could have come from.

Finally, his companion admitted that he was merely here to think. An absent nod of his head, accompanied by an understanding hum, served the purpose of preluding his proper response. "It's certainly a good spot for meditation. The sea keeps a steady rhythm to breathe against, and the sands are very warm." he crooned softly, nodding to himself in approval of the decision Emile had made to spend the time here. "Care to share those thoughts, my dear?" his voice came quieter still, attention shifting back to the smaller man with an earnest expression. Something obviously troubled him, plain as day behind those mournful emerald eyes.

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "Pollux"