he's content just to stay there for a moment, closing his eyes, and just listening. thinking about home - about his mother, about his sister, and about the same fierce love he feels for the people here. vax listens, quietly, and lets meteion do as she likes.
she'll find his hair has more feathers in it too, like her own, among the usual texture of his dark hair.
eventually: ] ...you know, my best friend's a musician? He sings songs that do all kinds of shit for us, sometimes.
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he's content just to stay there for a moment, closing his eyes, and just listening. thinking about home - about his mother, about his sister, and about the same fierce love he feels for the people here. vax listens, quietly, and lets meteion do as she likes.
she'll find his hair has more feathers in it too, like her own, among the usual texture of his dark hair.
eventually: ] ...you know, my best friend's a musician? He sings songs that do all kinds of shit for us, sometimes.