allseeing-bookworm
|✍ | ~ War scars. The words caught her attention, and she fully dropped her hands back to the sides of her white skirt, playing with the edge of it in a semi-nervous manner. Instead of looking at him, the brunette made it mandatory to look at the ground and contemplating what had just left his mouth.
❝ Oh… ❞ She hated wars, disliked too much violence in one place in general — unless it was ultimately necessary.
❝ D-do they mean anything to you? ❞ Hopefully I’m not invading your privacy.This was ridiculous, since whatever he was taking about was most likely far in the past. Why did she make it her job to let it affect her emotionally?
The older man noted this, being one rather observant, probably being a trait that came with his quiet nature. Her question honestly took him by surprise, but he makes no indication.
“Yeah...” eyes glance away, if only for a moment, as a wave of memories would rush in. “They do. But, eh. That’s long in the past.”
There’s a small sigh, before eyes would fall upon the woman again.
“Has the captain ever talked about her home island? To you, I mean.”
