[a ghost of a smile appears on her face, and for a long moment she's... content? is that what this feeling is? no, not quite, but it's a taste. if she listens hard enough, she can hear traces of the old julian in his voice. once, she'd wanted nothing more than for him to shut up when they first started traveling. now? part of her actually misses wondering what would happen first; her ears freezing, or falling off because of his incessant chatter.]
As for terrifying people... You didn't let that stop you when you dragged me through your city on multiple occasions. I'm fairly certain I remember one man nearly pissing himself when he tried to rob you in that alleyway. And a few people in the palace when they'd find me in a room by myself. The room with that painting comes to mind, actually.
[the one she tore from the walls and subsequently dunked into the fireplace. her head lists towards the hand on her shoulder, not quite leaning on it but more of a silent request for it to stay. it sounds silly in her mind, but the weight brings... some small amount of comfort. emotions were a messy thing, but this? it keeps her grounded. and if she can feel those long talons through the leather and wools of her clothing, she doesn't mention it. jæger weighs more and he sits on her shoulder constantly, so it really doesn't bother her. and why should it?
he's here. he's alive. and that's what matters most, right?]
For the record, you're not as terrible as you think you look.
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[a ghost of a smile appears on her face, and for a long moment she's... content? is that what this feeling is? no, not quite, but it's a taste. if she listens hard enough, she can hear traces of the old julian in his voice. once, she'd wanted nothing more than for him to shut up when they first started traveling. now? part of her actually misses wondering what would happen first; her ears freezing, or falling off because of his incessant chatter.]
As for terrifying people... You didn't let that stop you when you dragged me through your city on multiple occasions. I'm fairly certain I remember one man nearly pissing himself when he tried to rob you in that alleyway. And a few people in the palace when they'd find me in a room by myself. The room with that painting comes to mind, actually.
[the one she tore from the walls and subsequently dunked into the fireplace. her head lists towards the hand on her shoulder, not quite leaning on it but more of a silent request for it to stay. it sounds silly in her mind, but the weight brings... some small amount of comfort. emotions were a messy thing, but this? it keeps her grounded. and if she can feel those long talons through the leather and wools of her clothing, she doesn't mention it. jæger weighs more and he sits on her shoulder constantly, so it really doesn't bother her. and why should it?
he's here. he's alive. and that's what matters most, right?]
For the record, you're not as terrible as you think you look.