Time for a epic gamer moment…I wrote something! I’m kinda happy with it as well.
Tw for Fawkes awkwardness guys /jk
“Why did you do it?” He says quietly to the other sitting beside him, his voice a whisper in the dim forest. “Why did you come back?”
Fawkes watches the man-Oscar-turn his attention away from cleaning his knives and he forces himself to look at the others' intense yellow-gold eyes. It makes his skin itch for his crossbow as he feels Oscar’s gaze rake across his form analytically and he can’t help but claw at the inside of his cursed arm’s wrist, and he can’t help but huffs a frustrated breath and turns his gaze away from the other.
He dislikes being looked at by this man, for his gaze…disturbs him.
“I do apologise, but I thought you would appreciate the assistance.” The other says pleasantly as he looks at him with a charming smile, with his head tilting perfectly to look at Fawkes in the lowlight of the forest as he returns to cleaning his knives again. “I couldn’t just leave…a friend in need, after all! It would be terrible etiquette to do so, you see? To leave you to fend for yourself against that Hypogean and, while I do believe you could’ve bested the other…it seemed for the best that I stayed and helped you…”
Oscar just trails off as Fawkes scratches another line in his cursed arm, for they both do not want to think about what could’ve happened if Oscar didn’t help him.
“Thanks.” He nods his head at Oscar, and he flinches as he feels Oscar pat him on his shoulder. “Just uh thanks, I guess…yeah.”
He cringes at his awkwardness.
“No thanks necessary!” The man chirps at him and his plastic smile filters back on his face, but it never reaches his eyes in the end. “After all, as I said, I couldn’t just leave you behind…Kelthur would’ve been quite sad if you died.”
Fawkes nods his head a little, knowing that the teenager wouldn’t take it well if he did die.
“I’m very attached to living.” He tries to joke a bit. “I don’t think I’m ready for death yet…I don’t think I could pull off the ‘edgy Graveborn’ look very well if I got resurrected at all…haha yeah.”
I can not talk to people at all, Fawkes thinks to himself frustrated as he watches Oscar look at him unsure of how to proceed. I should just keep my mouth shut and not speak…I’m terrible at this.
“I…” Oscar starts and taps his fingertip on the edge of his knife. “I am quite attached to you being alive as well…”
“I uh thanks, Oscar.”
“Your welcome, Fawkes.”
