written by 『 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙖 』
He gave his usual wide grin, wearing it proudly for her.
"I feel like I could say the same to you, too.
Can't say I was miserable before we met, but, I didn't have a direction I wanted to go on.
Meetin' you gave me a path. Something I —
A finger touches at the start of the phrase, and trails the phrase as she translates it aloud.
“"The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day". I believe you have become that light on my path, truly.”
He gave his usual wide grin, wearing it proudly for her.
"I feel like I could say the same to you, too.
Can't say I was miserable before we met, but, I didn't have a direction I wanted to go on.
Meetin' you gave me a path. Something I —
Intentions were always pure, but it wouldn't stop Rex from making sure his blade knew that much.
Especially after that time Mythra thought he'd snuck into her room . . .
" . . . Yea! Klaus kept calling ya that while you were in —
“Reading the writing?”
Even if he was over explaining, her mind had not reached that embarrassing conclusion.
“"Πνευμα", it says or "Pneuma". I’m assuming that was what you wanted? There is a longer inscription below too.”
Intentions were always pure, but it wouldn't stop Rex from making sure his blade knew that much.
Especially after that time Mythra thought he'd snuck into her room . . .
" . . . Yea! Klaus kept calling ya that while you were in —
There 𝘸𝘢𝘴 that name Klaus called her by back at the World Tree.
Would she ever like being called that? Should she choose to stay fused..
He ought to try some time and gauge a reaction.
—
“Well, whatever you prefer. We are on in the same, so I will respond to whatever you believe works best—even if you decide to alternate.”
There 𝘸𝘢𝘴 that name Klaus called her by back at the World Tree.
Would she ever like being called that? Should she choose to stay fused..
He ought to try some time and gauge a reaction.
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Once Pneuma begins discussing her fused state, though, his expression changes to one of attentiveness. The salvager's chin rested atop a closed fist.
"Nah, not at all. Doesn't matter if you're one or two—you're still you. And
—
Her head tilted, curious to know if he’d prefer them as their own selves again instead.
Once Pneuma begins discussing her fused state, though, his expression changes to one of attentiveness. The salvager's chin rested atop a closed fist.
"Nah, not at all. Doesn't matter if you're one or two—you're still you. And
—
( point being . . . Yes, he slept well. )
"Nope. You don't pull somethin' with a stretch like that. Just feels good to do."
Down he goes to sit. Golden eyes took note of the blade's appearance.
"Been a while since —
“I have, but I have never stretched quite to that extent. You did not pull anything, did you?”
" . . . Yup. Ya see that? That's a stretch of a good night's sleep.
Ya ever have those?"
( point being . . . Yes, he slept well. )
"Nope. You don't pull somethin' with a stretch like that. Just feels good to do."
Down he goes to sit. Golden eyes took note of the blade's appearance.
"Been a while since —
I also gotta make like
An actual pinned
I also gotta make like
An actual pinned
" . . . Yup. Ya see that? That's a stretch of a good night's sleep.
Ya ever have those?"
She gently hums.
“It is early, so I could say the same for you. Did you rest well, Rex?”
Didn't think I'd see you up this early."
" . . . Yup. Ya see that? That's a stretch of a good night's sleep.
Ya ever have those?"
Didn't think I'd see you up this early."
Didn't think I'd see you up this early."