Redemption Lies Plainly in Truth
Juggernaut
Professor
10-10-2023, 04:29 PM
As she went on to express her affinity for running with a crowd of those with darker intent, he offered a shallow nod of acknowledgement. He couldn’t help but think of Andromeda at that moment. He had tried to warn her off. If she had heard him or not, she didn’t listen. And now he was stuck trying to figure out how to control himself in her presence while living in morale anarchy just outside the boundaries of her society. “I understand that.” Aresenn agreed genuinely. Possibly more than she could ever realize. But of course, Andromeda was a very secret part of his life- a part of him that he would keep secret until he could no longer. Though of course, Absinth had no idea what he was referring to, and the exact same could be said for the pack that he had left. Clearing his throat, he decided to offer her a breadcrumb of his past, since he already knew a little of hers. “I came from a group that was more self-serving than anything but in a very haphazard way. Nobody took themselves seriously, and I needed more than that- my departure from them is when you found me on the beach.” That morning was hazy- but he did remember their first introduction.
It was no surprise to him that she agreed she had some experience handling crazy. Though, she put a bit of a show on about acknowledging assistance. Looking away for a moment, the half-smirk returned before finding her emerald gaze once more. “Good. It wasn’t really my intention to set you up for slaughter. Helping is a generous way to put it, but if I can steer you away from certain death, I’ll do my best to intervene.” Aresenn assured her. He didn’t want to call what they were forging an alliance, but that was almost certainly what it was. Sephiran asked him to take responsibility for this girl- but perhaps he didn’t need to ask. Though if their definition of responsibility matched, he wasn’t entirely sure.
At the tease of information, he was pleased to hear her express interest. “Pay attention, and I’m sure you’ll pick up on quite a bit.” The Praetor boy answered, almost teasingly. Though, in the back of his mind, he was sorting out what he thought she should know, and what could be discovered on her own. Well, they were alone. He didn’t see any harm in divulging some of what he knew just from the length of his proximity. “However, the obvious one is: Sephiran’s a power-hungry brute if I’ve ever met one. He has ambition and purpose- If you get the opportunity to engage him about his family, you should. He’ll be the first to tell you about the place he came from, and the place he wants to build …. He can describe it better than I can.” It was his dream after all.
In conversing with the Saxe prodigy on the topic, anyone would quickly see that his family was a priority. He felt like that could go without saying, but he was quietly apprehensive of what that would do in changing the scope of things. “He seems to think that he has true relatives who intend on joining him in his rising empire.” Aresenn continued, taking a moment to mull the idea over. “Though, I’ve known him for a year now, and haven’t seen hide or tail from any of them- which may be a good thing. Seph is intense. I don’t know that this world- myself included- can handle more like him.” He and Sephiran got along fairly well. Honestly, he was closer to Seph than his own brothers- granted one of them was dead. But what was Diablo’s excuse? But what was his role in this going to look like if Sephiran’s own siblings came into the picture? He had no idea. “The only thing that makes me feel better, is you’d think the most intense one would be the leader. And he is certainly that.” Hopefully whatever relatives showed up wouldn’t contest his authority in the matter. It was just hard to imagine one sibling being that much more different than the rest.
Returning back to the surface from the depths of his thoughts, he blinked a couple of times, before refocusing. “But I understand that’s a lot to take in.” Still. All good things she should know if she truly wanted to stick around.
"Aresenn Praetor"
It was no surprise to him that she agreed she had some experience handling crazy. Though, she put a bit of a show on about acknowledging assistance. Looking away for a moment, the half-smirk returned before finding her emerald gaze once more. “Good. It wasn’t really my intention to set you up for slaughter. Helping is a generous way to put it, but if I can steer you away from certain death, I’ll do my best to intervene.” Aresenn assured her. He didn’t want to call what they were forging an alliance, but that was almost certainly what it was. Sephiran asked him to take responsibility for this girl- but perhaps he didn’t need to ask. Though if their definition of responsibility matched, he wasn’t entirely sure.
At the tease of information, he was pleased to hear her express interest. “Pay attention, and I’m sure you’ll pick up on quite a bit.” The Praetor boy answered, almost teasingly. Though, in the back of his mind, he was sorting out what he thought she should know, and what could be discovered on her own. Well, they were alone. He didn’t see any harm in divulging some of what he knew just from the length of his proximity. “However, the obvious one is: Sephiran’s a power-hungry brute if I’ve ever met one. He has ambition and purpose- If you get the opportunity to engage him about his family, you should. He’ll be the first to tell you about the place he came from, and the place he wants to build …. He can describe it better than I can.” It was his dream after all.
In conversing with the Saxe prodigy on the topic, anyone would quickly see that his family was a priority. He felt like that could go without saying, but he was quietly apprehensive of what that would do in changing the scope of things. “He seems to think that he has true relatives who intend on joining him in his rising empire.” Aresenn continued, taking a moment to mull the idea over. “Though, I’ve known him for a year now, and haven’t seen hide or tail from any of them- which may be a good thing. Seph is intense. I don’t know that this world- myself included- can handle more like him.” He and Sephiran got along fairly well. Honestly, he was closer to Seph than his own brothers- granted one of them was dead. But what was Diablo’s excuse? But what was his role in this going to look like if Sephiran’s own siblings came into the picture? He had no idea. “The only thing that makes me feel better, is you’d think the most intense one would be the leader. And he is certainly that.” Hopefully whatever relatives showed up wouldn’t contest his authority in the matter. It was just hard to imagine one sibling being that much more different than the rest.
Returning back to the surface from the depths of his thoughts, he blinked a couple of times, before refocusing. “But I understand that’s a lot to take in.” Still. All good things she should know if she truly wanted to stick around.
