immortalia

there’s something sinful about the way he moves and innocent altogether (the tame for innocence all together was a creation formed to embed details in his skin but it isn’t lack luster--but the heart’s incarnate to create and build an appetite for the daring and the touch) the essence lives and it breathes for the capture of the moment. one that seduces the mindset and yet creates flavor  bold yet colorful streaks. it doesn’t desire the physical. it desires, it wishes to be known-- and so it is. no voice speaks but it nullifies the static into succession for his control, a daring of his skin. slow, slower, slowest--slowly to approach he’d inch closer and press a peck to her cheek after smoothing away nearly stray fringe.

He says nothing for the moment, or point having felt her weight shifting upon his shoulder. Body language tells, or even more so elaborates to say, he minds not of her presence.Calm and still, wordless too as usually, he voices his thoughts. It’s a presence that he misses. Eyes having to open, amethysts goes on spot a serene pleasantry. “…”His gaze pauses over her and yet though he cannot complain, she looks cheerful and rather restful, he cannot bring himself to interrupt that circle, or whole or her inner peace. Instead, what he doesn’t say, his eyes simply observes.

@flava-proelium

That enough had to have been the livelihood in a existence to transcribe his absolute hate and self loathing where it had been began--immortality had made him motionless and unfeeling monster that he was, it made him want pray for death endlessly with rejection. It was a voice that lie a silently screaming breath in his mentality as a reminder he couldn’t escape it. Perhaps it was for once that anger had bitten into his skin where irritation had etched and was obviously an absorbancy where the root of his disapproval in this would have all began. Nonetheless, he couldn’t bring himself to break from her hold. Caius minds it not to hide his dislike for this idea. “....It is not terrible for you want this. Immortality is a penalty I would not wish upon anyone....” clearly the word raced venom in the hindrance of his speech. His own eyes were of avoidance.

It’s not that he doesn’t notice the change, it’s not that he’s not given it any care whatsoever. Of course he has. Silence only lasted him for as long as he would deliver it himself upon the subject. Obviously enough there was some form of rejection about it detailing itself away in his body language. This was a curse he had only been attempting to rid himself for many, many centuries. Obviously having not found any favor in it, he hadn’t said a word.

Easily, he could ignore her mood swings though he wouldn’t give it too much over thought. From his deduction, he could naturally assume that there was too much on her mind when she decided she would have gone into battle knowing she was mentally and physically not in any position to have done so. Now that was a fault he could directly and shamelessly pin on her because he mentally and both verbally debated that against her. Exasperation now faded and had become obvious worry. His silence and written expression spoke it all. “Aranea....” there was a pause as Caius did not want to assume. “Is there something you should be speaking with me about?” His thoughts already directed the assumption.