[P] if we got out of town [lothaire]

[Lothaire]

It might have been easy to assume many things about the reptilian creature looming high into the dark night; easy because of the blank canvas that was his expression - one could project whatever they willed onto such an empty space. As a child, he had been mirthless and shrewd - acutely aware of his mother's contempt - and as the sails of adulthood caught wind it would be true to say not much about the serpent had changed. He was an iron sponge: absorbing documents, smiles, law, with effortless detachment. He had stood, before, at the casket of despair and dereliction where his own mother writhed. Into it he had stared long and hard, a question lilting on his tongue like a globule of cyanide. To sacrifice himself to such dark ruin, or not? Lothaire had chosen the latter. Onward, onward. And here he found himself; a comrade to a faction to which he perhaps belonged. Such an intrinsically foreign concept it was to a man made of solitude. 

The woman's voice coaxed Lothaire from his musings, though his face revealed nothing still. The python-skinned pegasus came to a halt whilst a gentle breeze licked at his colossal wings, and for a moment Lothaire simply stared. He watched the minute micro-expressions embellishing her face, examining the stars glittering within the deep of her blue skin - quite magnificently so. Lothaire had never felt beauty; read it, yes, but appreciated it? Not quite. She claimed to be of benign character; a bold statement, and certainly one he dismissed. Everyone had their secrets, how was he to know she did not hide a dagger behind such an easy smile?

Inanimate, he processed her words. "It seems to me," the low thrum of his voice flooded the hollow space between them, "you had company already." Lothaire paused, nebulous gaze lifting to the sky, "you are never alone with the stars."


@rannveig sorry it took so long!<3