Not exactly. I missed you looking at me. It's just... unfortunate this is what you have to look at.
( so basically yes. look—he meant what he said. nobody has looked at him in such a long time. nobody has touched him in even longer. it does make his misery feel less miserable, just like it always did. why do you think he was always so quick to throw himself into open arms? because he really craved that touch and attention. receiving it, naturally, but offering it too.
not that he's doing much offering now. he's still hesitant to move, convinced he'll cut her if he curls his fingers too much or tries to squeeze her hand. yeah, yeah, she's strong and tough and not easily hurt, he knows, he remembers that much, but... but still. it's different now, or so he tells himself. it's one thing for people to be indelicate with each other. it's another entirely when he's a loathsome monster, strong and dangerous enough to do real damage. and he doesn't exactly know his own strength, either. he hasn't much had to use it.
still. after studying his other hand a moment, he lays it overtop of morga's. yeah, between the long claws and just the general size of them now, he completely engulfs her hand in his. )
It says enough that when you heard of me, you came here armed. The description those poor folk that spotted me in the city must've been monstrous. I tried not to be seen, but it was—hard to avoid. I don't even know why I'm here. I'm supposed to be locked away, serving my sentence. It can't've been pardoned. It wasn't just a life sentence. It was forever.
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( so basically yes. look—he meant what he said. nobody has looked at him in such a long time. nobody has touched him in even longer. it does make his misery feel less miserable, just like it always did. why do you think he was always so quick to throw himself into open arms? because he really craved that touch and attention. receiving it, naturally, but offering it too.
not that he's doing much offering now. he's still hesitant to move, convinced he'll cut her if he curls his fingers too much or tries to squeeze her hand. yeah, yeah, she's strong and tough and not easily hurt, he knows, he remembers that much, but... but still. it's different now, or so he tells himself. it's one thing for people to be indelicate with each other. it's another entirely when he's a loathsome monster, strong and dangerous enough to do real damage. and he doesn't exactly know his own strength, either. he hasn't much had to use it.
still. after studying his other hand a moment, he lays it overtop of morga's. yeah, between the long claws and just the general size of them now, he completely engulfs her hand in his. )
It says enough that when you heard of me, you came here armed. The description those poor folk that spotted me in the city must've been monstrous. I tried not to be seen, but it was—hard to avoid. I don't even know why I'm here. I'm supposed to be locked away, serving my sentence. It can't've been pardoned. It wasn't just a life sentence. It was forever.