Toulouse’s ears pricked forward in interest, his green eyes seeking out Reich. He hadn’t given much thought to the other Helovians—a select few had crossed his mind, sure, but the curly-haired man had never had much trouble picking up and moving on. But other Helovians had made their way here, to this Novus?
Now that was news.
How was it that everyone could find their way here, to a place he’d never even heard of before? Up until now, Toulouse believed Novus to be a new world, a metaphorically clean slate for the pale gelding. Full of new people and places and opportunities to reinvent himself…
"You’ve seen other Helovians here?” The question slipped from his lips like water, smooth and unsuspecting. “Who?”
His mind was turning faster than the speed of light now, twirling a lock of golden hair through his telekinesis. It twisted faster and faster, around and around, tightening itself into a knot and then unwinding it—suddenly aware of the nervous tic, Toulouse stopped. His eyes lowered slowly to observe the strands, admiring the way a few caught the light and turned golden.
"Well,” he started slowly, a lazy drawl in the summer breeze. "It certainly was sudden. Absolutely chaotic.”
Lies usually came so easily, but there was a hesitation on his lips this time. He told himself it was because he had the lower hand here—he had no way of knowing what the other Helovians here knew, nor what they had told.
But if he was truly being honest… Toulouse didn’t want to lie to this dark-haired gypsy.
colossal we come
these renegades in the ring
where the lost get found
in the crown of the circus king
just surrender~
@reichenbach you’re fine ;u;
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enfanir art
