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#Cayin: 'would you like it better if I ate human hearts. If I ate tarnished hearts. Would you'
yeleltaan · 2 years
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😶 + "How are you so sure that communion is necessary, Cayin?" The storm-haired knight looks over the waters of Liurnia, over his traveling companion relishing in the spoils of recent battle. "What if you have been slaughtering your brethren for naught?" @fulgurantfirstborn
Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it | not accepting
Bloodied hands grasp lightly at his own crossed arms beneath the fabric of loose sleeves, his arched back and bowed head completing a sitting stance which allows not even a peek into the man under the hood. With new scales still freshly formed upon his skin he chooses to let the cloth conceal most of it, easing the strain of maintaining his illusionary veil over permutable flesh. As he rests and lets change find its way through his shape he listens for any new trace, any further call to guide him towards another one of his kin- so long as it doesn’t deviate too far from his current partner’s path.
The effort is swiftly abandoned once the latter’s voice rises to pose a question, and he’s reluctant to offer an immediate answer. His consideration is not so much for the response he must return, more so centered around the inquiry that beckons it, around the knight’s decision to pose it. Out of the disguised wanderer comes a low, rugged whisper that barely breaks silence, the effort behind it gives further insight into the delay as his throat is still rough and not entirely finished adapting.
“I wonder if you’d ask me the same if I were simply eating them.” And for how much Gwynfor has been made to wait, the reply he’s offered is blunt, disjointed, before Cayin chooses to elaborate further. “...If I were something big, and old, and I happened to feed on them. Would you be so adamant then? Attempt to dissuade me from taking what I need to prosper?”
But that isn’t much of an answer, is it? He should speak candidly, lest he be assumed to avoid the topic out of insecurity.
“...Unless I fail, Gwynfor, this won't be for naught. Mine is… no small goal, and if I were to find some alternative, I cannot imagine that it wouldn’t have a large cost of its own.” But perhaps it’d be one that his companion wouldn’t find so displeasing. He ponders if he’d be nearly as vocal if it was the hearts of trolls instead, or of albinaurics, examples among other peoples coming to his mind.
“As we speak there are many seeking to achieve goals of their own, and some of them likely stand in the way of ours. We’re in a race we don’t know the terms for. Unless that alternative chooses to present itself to me, it’s not something I can afford to pursue.”
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