[ ...This guy is really, really weird. It’s not a particular elegant summation, especially for one so trained and cultured by the academic doctrines of history as he, but it’s a glaring obvious, if uncomfortable, truth.
Of all the Company snakes he’s yet met, he’s certain that Sion’s is among the sweetest hisses he’s heard.
A snake, however, he remains. For all the warmth and apparent emotion within this man, Lavi sees an enemy harbored inside a Company uniform, a heart that--however sincere now--will eventually be maimed by the forces of reality at work within the Quad.
By the wars that will surely spill the blood of those ‘good men and women’, of innocent and guilty alike, on the soft loam soon to be inundated with the nutrients of fresh corpses.
He knows not when that event will occur, only that it will, for it is this reason alone that “Lavi” exists within this capacity. To fulfill the first record of becoming a soldier rather than a bystander, allied to nothing but gleaning the truth.
So for that offer of apparent friendship, Lavi responds as he always has and will: with a glittering smile and breath not held, laughing warm and with a touch of nervousness in response. ]
Thanks. Same here.
[ --he glances away from the interplay of stars and distant planets, gaze sharpening for a moment when the length of silver hair seems to shorten and the eyes glow a cooler shade of lavender washed sterling.
affection, of the rare and undoubtedly dangerously sincere variety wells up in his throat with a painful lump--
The image fades between one confused blink and the next, a wide-eye peering into golden pools that resemble nothing of the moonlight seen before. Lavi shakes his head to dispel the mildly open expression, rubbing a hand down the length of his face and bidding the illusions to give him just a few more moments.
They’re getting more frequent, these dreams woven into reality. Eager to redirect his attention away from the anxiety of his growing instability, he downplays it internally--as he so often does--deciding that he certainly needs to sleep more if he’s seeing colors wrong.
If he’s feeling a ghost of an emotion he’s surely never had. ]
Um--but yeah, that’s nice of you to say. Anyone on Yu’s good side can count themselves on mine too.
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Of all the Company snakes he’s yet met, he’s certain that Sion’s is among the sweetest hisses he’s heard.
A snake, however, he remains. For all the warmth and apparent emotion within this man, Lavi sees an enemy harbored inside a Company uniform, a heart that--however sincere now--will eventually be maimed by the forces of reality at work within the Quad.
By the wars that will surely spill the blood of those ‘good men and women’, of innocent and guilty alike, on the soft loam soon to be inundated with the nutrients of fresh corpses.
He knows not when that event will occur, only that it will, for it is this reason alone that “Lavi” exists within this capacity. To fulfill the first record of becoming a soldier rather than a bystander, allied to nothing but gleaning the truth.
So for that offer of apparent friendship, Lavi responds as he always has and will: with a glittering smile and breath not held, laughing warm and with a touch of nervousness in response. ]
Thanks. Same here.
[ --he glances away from the interplay of stars and distant planets, gaze sharpening for a moment when the length of silver hair seems to shorten and the eyes glow a cooler shade of lavender washed sterling.
affection, of the rare and undoubtedly dangerously sincere variety wells up in his throat with a painful lump--
The image fades between one confused blink and the next, a wide-eye peering into golden pools that resemble nothing of the moonlight seen before. Lavi shakes his head to dispel the mildly open expression, rubbing a hand down the length of his face and bidding the illusions to give him just a few more moments.
They’re getting more frequent, these dreams woven into reality. Eager to redirect his attention away from the anxiety of his growing instability, he downplays it internally--as he so often does--deciding that he certainly needs to sleep more if he’s seeing colors wrong.
If he’s feeling a ghost of an emotion he’s surely never had. ]
Um--but yeah, that’s nice of you to say. Anyone on Yu’s good side can count themselves on mine too.