It ends tonight
Kara
Incubus watched her seemingly place herself between him and the bowl. That unyielding curiosity only seemed to strengthen at this. But, he did not broach the subject just yet. Their conversation was going well and he felt as though whatever was in the bowl was the source of the darkness that pulled him to her. Incubus continued to quietly observe as she shakily reached into her bag and brought out what he could assume was said salve. He eyed it over before looking back up to her, listening as she explained how she didn't know Hannibal well but what shocked him was her opinion of him. He did not have a horrible opinion of his Father like most of his siblings but also knew the pale beast was incredibly flawed. It was refreshing to meet someone who had a positive opinion of Hannibal and the detail about perfecting the exact salve she was offering him brought a smile to his lips. That smile faded slightly as she inquired about Hannibal's current whereabouts and well being. Incubus shifted slightly, gently kneading the earth below his front two paws nervously. "I have not seen my Father in three years." Speaking that out loud made his lips twitch in a frown, even if he wished them not to. His eyes flicked down at his front paws as he let out a breath. "No one has, to my knowledge." Incubus cleared his throat, not wishing to verbalize any of the morbid assumptions he may have. "I'm sure he is well." A lie leaked from his jaws and caused a pang of guilt to soar through his core. There was something deep within him that knew the truth of it. Hannibal may have come in and out of their lives but he was never gone for this long... Despite his inability to commit to his loved ones Hannibal cared deeply about the Empire and something must have happened to him for this amount of time to pass. Incubus swallowed those emotions with a small gulp. Upon coming to the Hills he had no clue he was going to be digging up such dormant feelings and thoughts. He was honestly a touch embarrassed to have gone through that in front of a complete stranger. Even though she likely only saw the surface of his pain, which is what he wanted. Incubus would not allow his grief to spread to another, especially someone he didn't know. - Suddenly eager to change the subject Inc flicked that pink nose towards the bowl that was mostly hidden now, "What is that?" His voice was less gentle this time, but not harsh or judgmental. |