Mm? [ —he hums (a soft, pleasant sound), mirroring his brother's expression (in part) with the loft of a slender, silvered brow. Here, where they are no longer beneath the Company's scrutiny, Sion is given to banter; to fulfilling the role all younger siblings share: seeing to it that their elder counterparts stayed on their toes. ]
But should sentiment not be expressed precisely in the instant when it takes a man by the heart? It is by far better, I think, to voice one's feelings in the present, to the people who matter now, instead of waiting to do so in the future, for...
[ Voice quieting, he is the first to step into the hold of the ship, finding himself taking silent inventory of crates and bulk cargo before he can stay the old habit, his eyes adjusting to the artificial light; his ears tuned to the hum of the vessel, the boarding ramp rising to close behind them.
And as their escort takes the lead, the man's arms lifted in an easy stretch, his hands coming together as a cradle for the back of his head, Sion is gently amused, perhaps relieved, to know that both he and his brother have both well and truly stepped into neutral territory. Though Reclamation Agents cannot be said to be friends of the Company, neither are they a directly opposing force—in this moment, Sion is able to relax (as much as he will ever be able to), following the steps of another. ]
...who knows, after all, what tomorrow has in store.
[ And what awaits them upon Leith, where reports of infection have escalated, leaving the other moons to look on in fear and awe, the Company deploying its officers for the sake of maintaining stability and order, while Sion...
(Sion, he means to pass a message to one, safeguard another, and to aid where he can.) ]
Though I would be grateful, if we've the good fortune of being received by an equally warm welcoming committee upon Leith. [ A thoughtful pause, a playful step, an inquisitive cant of head. ] But I wonder...
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But should sentiment not be expressed precisely in the instant when it takes a man by the heart? It is by far better, I think, to voice one's feelings in the present, to the people who matter now, instead of waiting to do so in the future, for...
[ Voice quieting, he is the first to step into the hold of the ship, finding himself taking silent inventory of crates and bulk cargo before he can stay the old habit, his eyes adjusting to the artificial light; his ears tuned to the hum of the vessel, the boarding ramp rising to close behind them.
And as their escort takes the lead, the man's arms lifted in an easy stretch, his hands coming together as a cradle for the back of his head, Sion is gently amused, perhaps relieved, to know that both he and his brother have both well and truly stepped into neutral territory. Though Reclamation Agents cannot be said to be friends of the Company, neither are they a directly opposing force—in this moment, Sion is able to relax (as much as he will ever be able to), following the steps of another. ]
...who knows, after all, what tomorrow has in store.
[ And what awaits them upon Leith, where reports of infection have escalated, leaving the other moons to look on in fear and awe, the Company deploying its officers for the sake of maintaining stability and order, while Sion...
(Sion, he means to pass a message to one, safeguard another, and to aid where he can.) ]
Though I would be grateful, if we've the good fortune of being received by an equally warm welcoming committee upon Leith. [ A thoughtful pause, a playful step, an inquisitive cant of head. ] But I wonder...
What might constitute as 'really manly'?