“the way you observe the horizon… what do you see there?” (Sebastian, maybe during a rainy day? uvu)
¸.☆.¸ strangers beneath the same sky starters.
dialogue starters for first time meetings in historical or fantasy settings.
¸.☆.¸ Sebastian leans against one of the old pine trees closest to the mountain lake near his home, his foot pressing against the trunk and his hands in his pockets. From where he stood, the cliff gives him a good view of the lake below and the long stretch of the town off in the horizon. But he doesn't admire it. It was a view he was all too used to. A view he was bored of.
A cigarette rests in between his teeth and he inhales deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs, sit there, and then release slowly past his lips. He watches as the smoke dissipates, his eyes drawing towards the sky to note the storm clouds rolling in.
It was going to rain soon. Not that he minds it. Rain always feels like a momentary respite from his problems. Rain brought clarity and cleanliness. Like the earth was being purified, and in a way, he feels like it purifies him too.
For a moment, he almost forgets that he had company now, until her words echo what he always wondered himself.
Sprinkles begin to land on their clothes, dotting their faces in a chill that reminds him that winter was coming. He doesn't move or try to find shelter. He simply looks at her with an incredulous stare.
His gaze falls upon the view before him once more and he pulls his hand out of his pocket long enough to pluck his cigarette from his mouth and toss it to the dirt. He stomps it out with heel and blows out the remaining smoke.
"I see a town." He says, point blank. In his answer, it is clear that he has no interest in humoring her with a sensitive or vulnerable answer, nor does he offer a question in return.
As the rain begins to fall heavier, soaking both of them through their clothes, he pulls up his hood to try and salvage his vision as he turns on his heels, shoving his hands in his pockets once more.
"I'm going home." He states plainly. At the very least, he gives her that much curtesy as his boot kicks a rock away from him. It rolls and clatters into the mud and he ignores it after that. He doesn't offer her to follow him. He doesn't offer her to stay. He wasn't close enough to her to care about acquaintanceship or friendliness.
It was a lesson in learning that not everyone was willing to humor a total stranger.
