ineluctabledeath:
@kisorashi
Rumors of a building which felt alive is what drew him. Sure, there could be something to be gained from a tour of a museum. But that could be an idea for another time. For now he wished to know if the building truly would lead him.
As he explores the grand halls of granite and opals, heels echoing upon the wooden floors, he eyes glance over the artwork. His expression never changes, disinterest persisting from start to finish. While not exactly boredom it was a feeling which might bring about a sigh if prolonged. Perhaps it was through the feeling of being directionless more than anything this building had to offer.
His mind wanders, itching for something to viciously capture his attention in the long-term, but it was still too soon.
However, the rumors were right in the end.
He stops his venture, gaze turning from a large canvas of the painted sky and landing upon a certain captain.
“Singularity.” It is spoken both almost as though it was an observation more than a greeting. His fingers twitch ever so slightly in reflex, an attempt to summon his blades to him but naturally none appear. Anger was not something he felt strongly or often, and now was no exception. No, it was a more systemic need to rid his sight of this one.
But with that not an option, he found himself forced to address it further. “You remain an insistent presence even here.”
endless blue always draws her in, regardless of how much time passes on the island, when her heart yearns for familiar seas of clouds and the heartwarming company of her friends. ever since she saw the painting in the museum her heart had been enraptured by its magnificence, the life it brings
she imagines she can hear the rhythmic sound of the ship in her ears, the steady heartbeat tempting her eyes to close. though she knows that her reverie will end once she does.
singularity.
or hearing that would effectively do the same thing, especially when the captain recognizes it’s someone who isn’t fond of her. frowning, her eyes narrow, turning sharply to address one of the few who would call her such, eternal mantle briefly fluttering behind her. and upon seeing him, her hands go to the handle of her swords–or would have if she brought them with her. djeeta holds in a sigh, trying not to curse being unprepared for what was meant to be a relaxing outing.
“I expected to see you sooner or later, Lucilius.” although she’s unexpectedly relieved by the fact newcomers aren’t as powerful as they were in their home worlds, even when it was inconvenient in the beginning, djeeta remains on her guard. “What brings you here out of all the places on the island?”