carnagecarnival: (Preacher)
The Initiate Fraysong ♑ (Young GHB) ([personal profile] carnagecarnival) wrote 2017-03-25 12:16 am (UTC)

[Her fears spin round and round. He can take her hand, give it a squeeze as all to comfort, but he can say nothing wit certainty. He doesn't understand the Neophyte well enough at all to be stating on proper response to a descendant, even if he thinks the Neophyte should respond well enough, both in theory and kindness.

He listens intently, with only a slight furrow in his brow, right up until she prods his side and he's forced to grin sheepish at her. He doesn't regret what got done. He spoke no ill of her and besides, he'd hardly cared back then.]


Descendants wasn't something I ever thought about. I got hearing of it before it'd even up and occurred. I feel like I would've figured the damn things would just... never crawl out of the caverns. Die up in the trials and the better to them. Then I'd just... not have to fucking care. I don't know if I ever could've been like how the empress does at it, just culling them off, no care up at all. But then, I'd probably have got culling any all anyways since that's how I tended to do shit.

[He obviously motherfucking cares now. A lot. And definitely doesn't want to be culling Gamzee, so long as nothing goes spectacularly badly.]

This the part where I confess I ain't know what to say to him all otherwise and how all it matters to me while you get pretending like it ain't make you all a sorts nauseous? Because we can skip that part, don't you know. [He leans in to kiss her quick.] Thank you, by the by.

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