Unprompted Asks. // Always Accepting.
@alanemeseos - "a dream is all i have." xiao sits with his legs hanging over their shared ledge, oddly calm. a deviation from his usual rage at qiang's presence. "i only wish it could align with yours."
Yes, they have their differences, yes they are bound to butt heads, give each others a good stab even but Qiang wasn't actively seeking chaos and that is the complexity of that which is him, the unpredictable nature of a being molded from a decease god.
Once a failsafe, now a free man.
World domination, trascendence to the divine even in falsehood, escaping Fate and the load of whatever else, none of those interested the demon.
For what fun is there in the same old dance?.
Laughable ideals truly but all the same, that's what made life less of a bore, to him, getting to watch even humans take each other's lives for even the smallest drop of water in a Sumerian oasis or fight silly for the same piece of clothing on discount.
Thoughts are cut short when the voice of Xiao echoes within the depths of this cave, of what is pretty much Qiang's abode.
They may have their differences, wheter personality traits, views on humanity but most of all; morals. But dissimilarities could be set aside, could it not?.
''What are you blabbling about, shortstack'', despite being the same height, its a little jab without vitriol, your typical tease instead.
Demons do not dream, don't you know.
Greens glows bright in the humid darkness of this abode, looks on to the other, expression unreadable as can be. ''What kind of dream?'', his tone is ushered considerably, as if anyone else was eavesdropping into such a dumb conversation of begun.
Slightly, if just slighty, he is curious.
For what could possibly align with what people would call to as 'a menace to society'.
'' 'Cause it sounds less like a dream and more like something you desire in the back of your stubborn thick skull''.
Hey, you wanna talk about it.