( in what is probably the most uncharacteristically unjulian moment yet, for awhile, he's utterly silent in spite of the prompt. it'd be the perfect opportunity for him to say all kinds of incorrigible or downright salacious crap normally, wouldn't it? and it isn't because he's focused on getting back in one piece or anything like that. catch a glimpse of his face and it's clear he's thinking about it, the storm of his thoughts on his sleeve with the rest of his feelings, as ever. the feathers and fluff don't hide anything any better, really. to be fair, it does take some concentration, leading the way back through the trashed underbrush to his little den. morga may not have noticed it as much before, but he's terribly ungainly when he walks. it's like his mind and his body are operating on two completely different levels. his human mind tells him to place one foot in front of the other, but his anatomy isn't really built to do it in any meaningful way. what he seems more inclined to physically do is hop.
which, considering how enormous he is, is. you know. a little silly. and he has no idea, because up until recently he really didn't move much at all. just sat there miserably at a table, drinking himself to death. or trying to, but it's like no matter what he did, he just couldn't die, and— )
Mmm. Come now, you're not old.
( ah. there he is. they're nearly halfway there by the time he pipes up, glancing back over his shoulder and then straight ahead again to watch where he's going. his voice is just a little bit faraway, the way it'd sometimes get when he was deep into a particularly personal story. huddled up beside the fire, telling her not about high seas adventure and harebrained schemes he pulled off once upon a moon, but about his life. about growing up in nevivon, about his precious little sister, about studying in prakra. never anything too expressly detailed, but fond memories, touching moments. that sort of thing. this is like that. )
I thought about you all the time. When I could remember... when I could think clearly at all... you came to mind often. When I think about you, I remember the last time I saw you. At the Masquerade, under the colored lights of that room you pulled me into. You were by far the least done-up person at that entire gig, and yet I...
( his voice drops a beat lower, and gets even more gravelly-sounding for it. )
I hadn't ever seen someone look so striking before. I kept that image in my mind for as long as I could. Since I knew I was never going to see it again.
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which, considering how enormous he is, is. you know. a little silly. and he has no idea, because up until recently he really didn't move much at all. just sat there miserably at a table, drinking himself to death. or trying to, but it's like no matter what he did, he just couldn't die, and— )
Mmm. Come now, you're not old.
( ah. there he is. they're nearly halfway there by the time he pipes up, glancing back over his shoulder and then straight ahead again to watch where he's going. his voice is just a little bit faraway, the way it'd sometimes get when he was deep into a particularly personal story. huddled up beside the fire, telling her not about high seas adventure and harebrained schemes he pulled off once upon a moon, but about his life. about growing up in nevivon, about his precious little sister, about studying in prakra. never anything too expressly detailed, but fond memories, touching moments. that sort of thing. this is like that. )
I thought about you all the time. When I could remember... when I could think clearly at all... you came to mind often. When I think about you, I remember the last time I saw you. At the Masquerade, under the colored lights of that room you pulled me into. You were by far the least done-up person at that entire gig, and yet I...
( his voice drops a beat lower, and gets even more gravelly-sounding for it. )
I hadn't ever seen someone look so striking before. I kept that image in my mind for as long as I could. Since I knew I was never going to see it again.