07-08-2018, 07:51 PM
"Well, good thing I'm used to being surrounded by enemies."
He smirked until her empty expression settled onto him once more. There was a glaze to her eyes, it was almost like peering into a mirror that there was no seeing beyond. All of the care and warmth with which she protected the children in Masiaka seemed too distant to have been real in comparison. If it weren’t for the common thread of sardonic humor, she wouldn’t seem like the same person.
Her description of dealing with devils hurt more than Jay thought it would. He hadn't asked for this uniform. Hadn't asked to be in this room. Making deals with devils didn't look good; and this certainly fit the description. She probably thought he lept from flag to flag without thought for past oaths. Wearing the crest of D1 on his arm was breaking about the biggest one. Jay left the marines, but not of his own accord. The day he turned in his gear, the oath wasn't suddenly invalidated. So yes, he made a deal with the devil; being here tonight, and paraded around for show, was part of that deal, but only a small part. Every step along the path to this point was the right thing to do at the time. Soul be damned.
She turned away, poised to depart. Maybe it was the color of her dress or maybe it was the hour, but she was pale as the moon. Flickering in and out of sight like shy stars. The earlier wound faded as he watched her. Almost like her pain siphoned his own. She was in pain. Maybe not physically. Not like the cries of an innocent, scared girl that echoed in his mind, but no less real. Natalie was simply strong enough to contain it. Would that pain make her stronger? Or would it warp and break her?
He took a breath and reached for the palm that she so desperately dug. Jay wielded no illusions that he understood her, but for what he sensed, he wanted to ease. If only for a moment until the wound knit itself together and the scars faded.
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Jul 8 2018, 09:31 PM.
He smirked until her empty expression settled onto him once more. There was a glaze to her eyes, it was almost like peering into a mirror that there was no seeing beyond. All of the care and warmth with which she protected the children in Masiaka seemed too distant to have been real in comparison. If it weren’t for the common thread of sardonic humor, she wouldn’t seem like the same person.
Her description of dealing with devils hurt more than Jay thought it would. He hadn't asked for this uniform. Hadn't asked to be in this room. Making deals with devils didn't look good; and this certainly fit the description. She probably thought he lept from flag to flag without thought for past oaths. Wearing the crest of D1 on his arm was breaking about the biggest one. Jay left the marines, but not of his own accord. The day he turned in his gear, the oath wasn't suddenly invalidated. So yes, he made a deal with the devil; being here tonight, and paraded around for show, was part of that deal, but only a small part. Every step along the path to this point was the right thing to do at the time. Soul be damned.
She turned away, poised to depart. Maybe it was the color of her dress or maybe it was the hour, but she was pale as the moon. Flickering in and out of sight like shy stars. The earlier wound faded as he watched her. Almost like her pain siphoned his own. She was in pain. Maybe not physically. Not like the cries of an innocent, scared girl that echoed in his mind, but no less real. Natalie was simply strong enough to contain it. Would that pain make her stronger? Or would it warp and break her?
He took a breath and reached for the palm that she so desperately dug. Jay wielded no illusions that he understood her, but for what he sensed, he wanted to ease. If only for a moment until the wound knit itself together and the scars faded.
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Jul 8 2018, 09:31 PM.
Only darkness shows you the light.