10-17-2014, 03:40 PM
He caught the slight hint of her mood seeming to falter a bit. Was it because of him? Most likely, which made him feel a bit guilty and bad. He watched as she held her cup, before taking a drink. She liked it, and he was glad it was sweet and good as she preferred. However, then once more she was looking at him as he spoke. She seemed a bit surprised how much he had said. Then again, so was he in a sense. Only she could get him to spill more than others, even though he did attempt to refrain from saying too much. She was then frowning, her eyebrows moving. He tensed a bit, not wishing to upset her or anything. She got his hint however, of changing the subject and seemed to comply. She said she was going, wanting to see what they are like and the activities. She then went back to her drink, and he knew it must bug her a bit not to be able to respond and try to comfort him.
He picked up his own drink, taking another sip of it with a sigh. He did not like to focus too much on himself. The spotlight was not his place, he did not enjoy all eyes and attention on him. He much preferred to help and remain in the shadows, like some heroes…while others sought the lime light. Some just called him modest, but people just confused him and made him uncomfortable. He did not know how to deal with them to well, but he tried his best. He caught her gaze on his arm, watching her a bit as she regarded it with her eyes. He said nothing, wondering if there was something on her mind about it. If she had a question…he would try to answer. Though without much knowledge of himself, that was easier said than done. It was hard to speak of something you did not know too much about himself. So, perhaps it was better if she did not ask at all.
Her hand moved over, her fingers moving to rest upon his wrist. His eyes moved down to them, as they laid against the bandages. Her touching him, even though the bandages, he could feel her. He could feel her energy, her essence in a sense. Looking at her, he could hear the slow steady beat of her heart in his ears. All from a simple touch. She was unaware of this aspect of him, that sometimes through touch, he could…feel someone, and sense things about them. He did not understand it himself, perhaps part of the reason he refrained from worrying her about it. It was part of the reason he usually kept more bundled up, except for the occasional rolled up sleeves or such. He was careful about contact, thankfully many seemed not to wish to touch him. Others insisted on it, one of which gave him a bad feeling. A blond, with white and red ribbons in her hair, or sometimes little bear face clips.
He shook himself out of the thought as she spoke up. Asking if he would be attending, if he would try a tournament or something. She looked at him, tilting her head as she did so. He thought for a moment, taking in a few of the sights, smells and sounds around them before he spoke up to her. He nodded a bit, “I will be going with Raven” he said, his eyes moving back to meet hers. “She asked if I would accompany her, and I agreed” he nodded, he knew people were not Raven’s strong suit either, especially with who her father was and what she was. He wondered for a moment, if he could possibly be in the same situation. What if he was the son of some demon or dark being, what if he ended up being the spawn of something evil? That would only succeed in confirming other’s fears, and in turn making them feel even more negatively towards him what would they say…what would they do? Would he be accepted, or thrown into a hole to rot.
He did not think Aysel would think of him any differently, but she was only one being. Besides a few others, he had no one. He thought then of her words about a tournament. It would mean people, people watching him fight. He preferred not to use his powers for simple means, such as competition and such, but he knew the importance of training. He knew people often challenged others to such sport there, some using it to settle rivalries or such. His mind drifted back to Eliseo…would he be going? And if he was….would he do something of the sort? The two were never on the best terms, some thought there was a brewing rivalry between them. Nisshoku wanting to take Eliseo down a few pegs, or Eliseo waiting for him to make a wrong move to take him down. This was not true, Nisshoku had no quarrel with the other, save for his rash actions in situations. The other he could not speak for though, so he did not know. “If I can avoid it, I would prefer to merely watch” he answered her with a small smile.
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