04-08-2021, 01:15 PM
"natus vincere" ✭ asmodeus ── the whole exile ordeal plus them talking about what was to happen to his father had been swirling in his thoughts for the past few days ever since they came back. asmodeus still had a frown on his face, barely noticing aine's words but standing up and making his
way slowly to the basket the hybrid was pushing towards him and his brother. all colors seemed to mix with the violent t thoughts in his head but he stayed silent, dipping a paw in and reaching for one gently.
pulling it out, aloe. perhaps by luck, by chance, or simply mirroring his mood. he looked at the fanned-out petals and reached to hand it to aine, body stretching, gesturing with his nose at her fur. "can you..." he looked for the word with a frown. "braid?"
ooc: aloe= affection, also grief
affection because he has a slight liking towards aine
grief because he already made the worst assumption to Jormungand(that he's going to be sent away)
way slowly to the basket the hybrid was pushing towards him and his brother. all colors seemed to mix with the violent t thoughts in his head but he stayed silent, dipping a paw in and reaching for one gently.
pulling it out, aloe. perhaps by luck, by chance, or simply mirroring his mood. he looked at the fanned-out petals and reached to hand it to aine, body stretching, gesturing with his nose at her fur. "can you..." he looked for the word with a frown. "braid?"
ooc: aloe= affection, also grief
affection because he has a slight liking towards aine
grief because he already made the worst assumption to Jormungand(that he's going to be sent away)
"speech"