@frigusiv Old man // ► CONTINUE
Vexen didn’t try to get into the habit of talking to strangers – in fact he tried to keep away from people as much as possible if he were able. Upon first entering the unfamiliar world, the recon seemed pretty standard: discover the energies of light and dark, scout the area for potential heartless disposal, make note of any resources. While he had completed his task easily, getting back to the castle was what proved to be the most difficult task: first there was a communication break down, then the portal wouldn’t open, and eventually it all became too frustrating for the Nobody that he sent a message to his apprentice and laid in wait for the transport he needed. Yet even without his heart, there was a deep urge to be back with familiarity, back home. It took a few days before finally venting to a stranger – not caring to look who it was. That’s what such darkened watering holes were for after all – wasn’t it?
Hearing someone actually respond to him was surprisingly pleasant; that was until he noticed the similar dismissive tone so many in the castle used when talking to him. Ah yes, this was why he disliked people.
“Respect your elders,” he hissed to him, emerald eyes narrowing towards the much younger entity. There was some darkness coming from him too, that was for certain. “While light and dark can exist separately the balance of both is necessary. You cannot have a shadow without light cast behind it.”
At the mention of a flame, his cool demeanour melted, his insides twisting at the concept of fire being offered to him.
“No flames,” he hissed, his voice scratching down a chalk board.
Hidden behind a politely lifted hand, soft laughter. Mocking only in context. ‘Respect your elders’, he asked. The last elder that hissed commands at him met the underside of his right boot. Respect wasn’t exactly something that Kuja was fluent in.
“ Pardon my ignorance, sir. ” The mage lowered his hand under is bottom lip. “ You sounded desperate enough for any old answer. A voice of comfort. Did that not suffice? Then perhaps I should offer another encouraging word? Something to soothe your troubled soul. . . ” His hand drifted and opened up at his front.
“ For someone not dissimilar to the fallen autumn leaves, you’re certainly spirited. ”
. . . So maybe that wasn’t the most encouraging of compliments. But it was certainly better than anything else that came to mind as he was speaking. Believe it or not, he was trying. Kind of. Sadly, old habits die hard. And his tendency to be a bitch was even harder to kill. Any anger was very much deserved but never feared.
Having had his fun, he ended his teasing with a chuckle.
“ You are wound up tight. Who has turned your key so far? All that stress will certainly have negative effects on your health. ”