the sound of cannons
breaking open the sky
breaking open the sky
Had she asked, Avallac'h would have told her both.
Wise and foolish. That was what he was. For he learned and took what he did to heart, yet some of those things were not enough to stop him from doing certain things. Forever would the once murderer hold out a tender hand, and make himself vulnerable.
It would never be able to erase the blood that stains his cloak, or his mind, but Avallac'h figured out long ago that wasn't the point. What he wanted to do was a far too innocent thing — far too childish. A wish for an idealistic world he knew would never be obtained, but one he hoped for. It's why nothing held him back from turning towards this woman of the desert (like one of his daughters) and blindly following after her.
Until he was shown otherwise, Avallac'h would never have any qualms about trailing after her.
Meeting her similar gaze, he did not deny her observation. He knew he did worry—always would. It is through his worrying that strangers became something more; through his worrying, he came to form bonds with others that he cares for to this day. Although, it is also how he appeases that acidic part of his mind that says he is undeserving of anything.
(It won't change anything, won't fix what he has done, but he hopes.)
He wants nothing more than to help.
Ears fluttering forward at her curious inquiry, he answers in a manner that is so easy it's clear to see he is being nothing but truthful. "Ma'am, perhaps—or would you prefer Miss? Or, Madam, even. Although, I do find that term to be too formal now for one such as I." Even if it does fall from his tongue easily.
It's effortless for him to speak, seeing as to how he is genuinely curious to know what she would desire for him to call her. "Unless, of course, you have another reasonable thing you wish, instead, to be used? I would gladly use another term." Or, he could ask that she give him her name. He could easily use the fact that he had already given his own as a form of leverage, even, but for one: he doubted it would work, and two: didn't want to press her to give him anything she didn't want to.
Besides, just because he was willing to tell her his name so easily, answered every question she had asked so far readily, didn't mean he wasn't keeping his own things away.
Stranger— that is what they were to one another. Avallac'h was just able to make himself seem like he wasn't one to many.
As she had pointed out, he showed far too much care for strangers. That's why his body was quick to jerk forward as she stumbled, head tilting his dark horns away to avoid causing harm when he caught her. She caught herself, though, and he recomposed himself, gazing at the movement of her legs as he willed his heart to settle after the jolt her stumble had made run through him.
Forget about it.
So he did.
Letting out a breath, he moved past it. Moved past it and patiently waited for her reply. The first of which was a clear indicator that she did not want to speak about what she had been doing out here. Despite being curious, wanting to know, he wouldn't push or chase after the topic like a foolish hound. He didn't wish to invite her ire.
Even then, he did ponder on the term she gave this place, the way she simply wanted to get away. Avallac'h understood running away, but whether that was what she was doing, he could only speculate.
(He could ask—might have in another life, but he let it be.)
Humming in reply to her question, he directs his gaze to her, only able to catch the side of her face from where he walks behind, and off to her side. "Simple curiosity. I am from elsewhere, I am sure you recall, and I have been here for hardly any significant amount of time." Unafraid (trusting) of anything happening he glances around the dunes. There is nothing new to see, but it is still special to look at. Even if this type of environment has lost some of its allure from his months in seclusion.
"I merely wished to see what was beyond Delumine—the Dawn Court. Nothing more." Simple. Not once did his answer suggest that he was restless, or unable to put to sleep that wandering heart of his. But it revealed enough that Avallac'h knew -more than likely- she would not wish to pursue the topic.
"Are you aligned with one of the Courts?" The word 'courts' would always leave a sour taste on his tongue, but it was hardly anything he couldn't swallow. Besides, a simple word such as that would never be able to keep him from speaking.
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Wise and foolish. That was what he was. For he learned and took what he did to heart, yet some of those things were not enough to stop him from doing certain things. Forever would the once murderer hold out a tender hand, and make himself vulnerable.
It would never be able to erase the blood that stains his cloak, or his mind, but Avallac'h figured out long ago that wasn't the point. What he wanted to do was a far too innocent thing — far too childish. A wish for an idealistic world he knew would never be obtained, but one he hoped for. It's why nothing held him back from turning towards this woman of the desert (like one of his daughters) and blindly following after her.
Until he was shown otherwise, Avallac'h would never have any qualms about trailing after her.
Meeting her similar gaze, he did not deny her observation. He knew he did worry—always would. It is through his worrying that strangers became something more; through his worrying, he came to form bonds with others that he cares for to this day. Although, it is also how he appeases that acidic part of his mind that says he is undeserving of anything.
(It won't change anything, won't fix what he has done, but he hopes.)
He wants nothing more than to help.
Ears fluttering forward at her curious inquiry, he answers in a manner that is so easy it's clear to see he is being nothing but truthful. "Ma'am, perhaps—or would you prefer Miss? Or, Madam, even. Although, I do find that term to be too formal now for one such as I." Even if it does fall from his tongue easily.
It's effortless for him to speak, seeing as to how he is genuinely curious to know what she would desire for him to call her. "Unless, of course, you have another reasonable thing you wish, instead, to be used? I would gladly use another term." Or, he could ask that she give him her name. He could easily use the fact that he had already given his own as a form of leverage, even, but for one: he doubted it would work, and two: didn't want to press her to give him anything she didn't want to.
Besides, just because he was willing to tell her his name so easily, answered every question she had asked so far readily, didn't mean he wasn't keeping his own things away.
Stranger— that is what they were to one another. Avallac'h was just able to make himself seem like he wasn't one to many.
As she had pointed out, he showed far too much care for strangers. That's why his body was quick to jerk forward as she stumbled, head tilting his dark horns away to avoid causing harm when he caught her. She caught herself, though, and he recomposed himself, gazing at the movement of her legs as he willed his heart to settle after the jolt her stumble had made run through him.
Forget about it.
So he did.
Letting out a breath, he moved past it. Moved past it and patiently waited for her reply. The first of which was a clear indicator that she did not want to speak about what she had been doing out here. Despite being curious, wanting to know, he wouldn't push or chase after the topic like a foolish hound. He didn't wish to invite her ire.
Even then, he did ponder on the term she gave this place, the way she simply wanted to get away. Avallac'h understood running away, but whether that was what she was doing, he could only speculate.
(He could ask—might have in another life, but he let it be.)
Humming in reply to her question, he directs his gaze to her, only able to catch the side of her face from where he walks behind, and off to her side. "Simple curiosity. I am from elsewhere, I am sure you recall, and I have been here for hardly any significant amount of time." Unafraid (trusting) of anything happening he glances around the dunes. There is nothing new to see, but it is still special to look at. Even if this type of environment has lost some of its allure from his months in seclusion.
"I merely wished to see what was beyond Delumine—the Dawn Court. Nothing more." Simple. Not once did his answer suggest that he was restless, or unable to put to sleep that wandering heart of his. But it revealed enough that Avallac'h knew -more than likely- she would not wish to pursue the topic.
"Are you aligned with one of the Courts?" The word 'courts' would always leave a sour taste on his tongue, but it was hardly anything he couldn't swallow. Besides, a simple word such as that would never be able to keep him from speaking.
@Hälla
