* ohhh, is that so? that’s too bad, suppose i’ll strip my coat of
arms before someone visits next then, hm? test that little theory…
a slight grin plays on soft features despite his attempts to feign seriosity, unable to help the playful tone hanging from each word. he ducks his head, keeping his eye on his work, a small dead bird soon to be spellbound. a cough, a shift in his seat, a cover up for his amusement.
* –but, you know what? i suppose if you wish to be philosophical; in a way, i agree
with you, asriel. i mean, not so much that first part, of course, *chuckles!* but, well…
[as ralsei speaks, he carefully pins the bird’s wings in place, chest facing
skyward; sacrificial blade is then plucked from it’s resting place nearby.]
(he had found the poor thing under a tree, having already passed.)
* people come, people go; seasons begin, seasons end; we live, then we die. permanence isn’t promised, even legends are destined to fade out into obscurity, one day.
[an slow incision is made, ralsei mutters under his breath
some sort of incantation; it’s not a language you recognize.]
(was it illness? maybe an accident? attacked? so many things could harm such a small being after all. the prince just hopes they know that, it’s okay now, little one; i’ve got you.)
* but, there’s something beautiful in that temporality, i think; in what
we make of the memories left behind, what we do moving forward.
* the same could be said for the smaller deaths too, such as what you described.
[with a gloved paw, ralsei begins to pluck organs from their feathery blanket.
gentle in his movement; he places them neatly (or as neatly as he can),
into small bowls nearby; gold accented, hand-painted with pretty flowers.]
(the prince pauses, looking up at asriel; he’s quiet for a moment, but he smiles.)
* –and, hey. though you know i am not exactly vexed by our
conversations like you so hoped; you’re still here, aren’t you?
At the very least, Asriel conceded internally, it was always interesting when he arrives here. Never quite sure what the other goat might be doing at the time. Like now, for instance. Maybe before, seeing a dead bird might have provoked some sadness out of him.
Though now, without a SOUL to properly help him emote, Asriel found himself indifferent on the matter as his attention returns to the one working on said creature. Somewhere, he felt a bit worried about his lack of a reaction over the poor avian creature, though he was quickly distracted by the other’s (oddly) casual conversing while this happened.
“Hm, maybe they’ll still take pity out of you; thinking you’re some poor sod with no shoulder to cry upon,” he mused, falling back to lean against a vine that rose from the floor-- said floor unperturbed by the new protrusion. “I could certainly see you filling the spot of a worthless mongrel without much work.”
It took more effort than he truthfully thought it was worth to try getting under the other’s skin. Whenever the Monster thought he might have gotten somewhere, he’s merely left with a laugh or a calm talk coming from Ralsei. He found it harder and harder to dredge up the nerve.
Still, a muscle twitched by his eye when the other’s final words are uttered, Asriel mulling over the question. Somehow, Ralsei was getting under his skin a lot easier than the other way ‘round. It would be best to just pretend it didn’t, though.
“What are you even doing, though? Mummifying a bird? Seems like a waste of ceremonial urns.”
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