He watches Ish's expression, as intrigued by it as he is the slow unraveling of these things about himself that has been so hidden. A shame Ish isn't really a pearl. He thinks he'd love to pluck him up from the sand and hold Ish as he is, like this, careful within his hands. )
A dragon who's like a fish and a snake who's like a bird... We make for a funny pair.
( If only he were a bard... He'd be able to spin something nice out of it. )
You already have a picture of him, right? He's terrible. We're twins, so picture me, but nothing like me.
( Fondly, fondly... With eyes that water so slightly, but the warmth persists. )
... All arguments, rude, violent, bad-tempered, prideful... Stuck in his ways, might makes right! ( He says this almost with a laugh. ) He thought everyone was beneath him, and he was strong enough that no one could tell him no. If a mortal was improper in their worship or respect, he'd sink that whole mass of land. And people would get so scared of him, and he'd feel so good about it. He just loved to stalk about and be scary.
( His eyes soften in fond recollection - perhaps not a mirror to Ish's own, but its neighbor; something close, and just as fond. Missing something so much it feels like it's returned - for only a moment. )
But, oh, we would swim, and we would fly, and we'd do it as one. He tried to kill me all the time, you know? And he got so close so many times! But, you know, he loved me, and he hated that he did, so it became a game. We'd change the landscape of the sea and skies as we ran and chased.
I became clever and I learned how to charm him, I learned how to speak well and appeal to his affections... Not that I'm weak either, you know? I'm pretty tough! He'd be mad, but he'd praise me when I tricked him into some kind of trap, and we'd lick each other's wounds and we'd swim back to sleep all coiled up together in our den...
( ... and then, as the warmth of the memory fades, you're left with the cool, sobering chill of reality. His expression dims, very slightly.
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He watches Ish's expression, as intrigued by it as he is the slow unraveling of these things about himself that has been so hidden. A shame Ish isn't really a pearl. He thinks he'd love to pluck him up from the sand and hold Ish as he is, like this, careful within his hands. )
A dragon who's like a fish and a snake who's like a bird... We make for a funny pair.
( If only he were a bard... He'd be able to spin something nice out of it. )
You already have a picture of him, right? He's terrible. We're twins, so picture me, but nothing like me.
( Fondly, fondly... With eyes that water so slightly, but the warmth persists. )
... All arguments, rude, violent, bad-tempered, prideful... Stuck in his ways, might makes right! ( He says this almost with a laugh. ) He thought everyone was beneath him, and he was strong enough that no one could tell him no. If a mortal was improper in their worship or respect, he'd sink that whole mass of land. And people would get so scared of him, and he'd feel so good about it. He just loved to stalk about and be scary.
( His eyes soften in fond recollection - perhaps not a mirror to Ish's own, but its neighbor; something close, and just as fond. Missing something so much it feels like it's returned - for only a moment. )
But, oh, we would swim, and we would fly, and we'd do it as one. He tried to kill me all the time, you know? And he got so close so many times! But, you know, he loved me, and he hated that he did, so it became a game. We'd change the landscape of the sea and skies as we ran and chased.
I became clever and I learned how to charm him, I learned how to speak well and appeal to his affections... Not that I'm weak either, you know? I'm pretty tough! He'd be mad, but he'd praise me when I tricked him into some kind of trap, and we'd lick each other's wounds and we'd swim back to sleep all coiled up together in our den...
( ... and then, as the warmth of the memory fades, you're left with the cool, sobering chill of reality. His expression dims, very slightly.
Ah... )
... I wish I could have lived like that forever.